Fu Chi regretted saying those words as soon as he did.
He felt that he was probably confused because of his illness, and that's why he actually said those words.
Xia Zhiyi would definitely feel troubled if she heard such words.
Fu Chi frowned, his fingers tightening their grip on the phone. His mind was a little confused, and he parted his thin lips slightly. "Um, sorry, I..."
The boy's voice rang out at the same moment. "I see. I'm sorry, I didn't consider your situation and I didn't care enough about you."
Fu Chi was slightly taken aback.
Xia Zhiyi walked to the bedside, drew back the curtains, and looked at the night outside. She noticed a group of people still jogging in the distance. She blinked, and after a while, continued, "It was my oversight. How about this, if you don't mind, I'll try to find some time to see you tomorrow afternoon."
Xia Zhiyi: "You're working at a company in Imperial Capital now, right?"
Fu Chi: "... Hmm."
He has spent most of the past month in the Imperial Capital, hoping to have a chance to see Xia Zhiyi sometime.
It's just that I haven't found the opportunity yet.
Fu Chi: "Don't you... find this troublesome?"
Xia Zhiyi: "Hmm? Troubled? Not at all."
Xia Zhiyi: " Fu Chi, you're the one who's bothered, aren't you? We clearly agreed to meet often, but I always procrastinate because of personal reasons, which is why you're putting up with it because you don't want to bother me."
Fu Chi was silent for a moment, then said, "That's not true. You have your own life. It's already a blessing for me to see the true nature of this world through you."
Fu Chi: "I wanted too much..."
Xia Zhiyi: " Fu Chi, we're friends, right?"
Fu Chi was somewhat surprised by his sudden remark, but quickly replied, "Mm."
They are friends.
Although they had only known each other for a short time and their lives had been completely unrelated before, their current relationship was initiated by Fu Chi.
Over time, the two got along well, and sometimes even if Xia Zhiyi didn't say anything, just looking at him would bring him peace.
like...
It's as if he wasn't completely isolated from the world after all.
To put it dramatically, it wasn't until he met Xia Zhiyi that Fu Chi felt like he was truly alive in this world.
Xia Zhiyi: "Yes, we're friends, so if you want to see me, you can just tell me."
"Whether I go to see you or you come to see me, I won't feel bothered."
"Would you be bothered if I suddenly said I wanted to come see you?"
Fu Chi: "No."
He paused, then said, "But you have a lot of things to do, and you might not have the time."
Xia Zhiyi: "If you want to see me, there are some things I can postpone."
Fu Chi was tempted.
He really wanted to see Xia Zhiyi.
I always wanted to see him, and when I was sick, those suppressed emotions started to surface, and right now I had a strange urge, "Then, can I... can I see you now?"
Xia Zhiyi: "A video?"
Fu Chi didn't answer immediately. After a few seconds, he slowly said, "Hmm."
The time was very short. If it had been before, Xia Zhiyi might have thought that Fu Chi was sick and reacting slowly.
But now he would think a little more deeply, his eyes narrowing slightly, before he smiled and said, "Okay, I understand."
Xia Zhiyi: " Fu Chi, could you give me your address? My current address?"
Fu Chi: "... No need. You just said you'd be free tomorrow afternoon, so you must have something important to do tomorrow morning."
Xia Zhiyi: "It's okay, I can use my Qinggong to fly there to find you. The straight-line distance is faster than the car journey."
Fu Chi: "..."
Fu Chi was really tempted.
In particular, what he considered unreasonable demands seemed to have been accepted entirely by Xia Zhiyi.
Xia Zhiyi then said, " Fu Chi, address."
Fu Chi hesitated for a few seconds, but finally sent the address.
The call between the two ended.
After hanging up the phone, the man, who had already taken his medicine and lay down in bed, remained silent for a moment before lifting the covers, getting up, looking around his room, and glancing down at the pajamas he was wearing.
A few seconds later, Fu Chi opened the wardrobe.
A minute later, Fu Chi appeared in the first-floor living room, wearing his rarely worn casual clothes.
Old Master Fu, who was watching TV and video chatting with an old friend in the living room, heard the noise and looked up.
Old Master Fu: "... Why are you up? Didn't I tell you to take your medicine and rest properly?!"
"Is work that important? Do you really think of yourself as a machine?"
"What's wrong with the company? Can't so many people handle it? Why does it have to be you, the president, who has to deal with it personally?"
"Don't you understand that health is the foundation of everything?"
"You're so young, and you always have such a long face, I won't even complain, but you're sick and you won't rest. Do you want me to bury my child?"
Before Fu Chi could say a word, he was shot all over the head and face by Old Master Fu.
Fu Chi: "..."
After Old Master Fu finished rambling on and on and finally stopped to drink some water, Fu Chi said calmly, "Dad, your hair is still black."
Old Master Fu: "..."
Is this the important point!?
Just as Old Master Fu was about to scold him, Fu Chi quickly added, "We have guests coming, so I'll come down and wait."
Old Master Fu was taken aback. "Who is it? Coming to the door at this hour?"
His first thought was whether Fu Chi had some work-related matters to deal with and had called him home.
Fu Chi: "My friend."
Old Master Fu was even more puzzled, and even vaguely suspected that his son's fever might have gotten worse, and his mind was confused. " Su Zheheng? Wasn't he still abroad? Why did he suddenly come back? But we haven't heard any news from the Su Family."
Old Master Fu believed he was well-informed, so it was unlikely that he wouldn't have any news about the Su Family's son returning to China.
Fu Chi rubbed his temples. He was actually a little dizzy at the moment. He looked calm and composed, but in reality, he was somewhat dazed. He walked to the sofa and sat down before slowly saying, "It's not Su Zheheng."
Old Master Fu blurted out, "Then which of your friends would come looking for you at this time?"
It's clear that Old Master Fu Chi saw through Fu Chi's superficial friends perfectly.
Fu Chi wasn't angry. Just as he was about to say Xia Zhiyi's name, the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang.
He had a strange premonition, quickly got up, and then almost fainted.
The old man was startled, but he nimbly rushed over and grabbed him. The live-in housekeeper had already gone to open the door.
The boy, dressed in a military green windbreaker, was welcomed in. Seeing the two people in the living room, he smiled and raised his hand in greeting, "Sorry to bother you, good evening."
After saying that, two silver needles appeared at his fingertips, and he uttered a second sentence. "I'll give Fu Chi two acupuncture treatments."
Old Master Fu:...?
Fu Chi:...