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  "Alright, enough talk. Let's go down first." Jiang g seemed genuinely in a hurry, grabbing the Fatty and turning toward the door.

  "Wait."

  A calm voice sounded. Jiang g, who had already hurriedly opehe bedroom door, immediately stopped aantly turned back to look at the woman in the qipao who had spoken.

  The Fatty was also the woman, but he dared not look directly; he could only sneak a side gnce.

  The woman stood by Jiang g's torn mattress, her frosty face suddenly breaking into a smile, the ers of her mouth slightly lifting. She stared at Jiang g's fad softly said, "He leave, you stay."

  Upon hearing this, the Fatty’s face turned red, his heart pounding loudly as if he had already foreseen the big busihat the doctor and this woman would discuss ter.

  Jiang g stood by the door, hesitating for a long time before finally walking over unwillingly.

  However, what the Fatty couldn’t uand was why the doctor looked not only unhappy but also as if he were about to face execution, all righteous and solemn.

  But after a moment’s thought, he uood, perhaps this was what they called a "forced fruit that doesn’t taste sweet."

  Uhe doctor...

  His pupils trembled as he suddenly recalled the doctor’s frequent refereo physical issues, such as the phrase "30 seds is enough."

  There’s an old saying: people who ethio funt it, a typical sign of insecurity.

  Thinking this, the Fatty felt a bit of sympathy for the doctor.

  But just then, he saw the woman in the qipao move slightly, and before he k, everythi bck. He was unaware of anything after that.

  The day, when he woke up, the Fatty found himself on the sofa downstairs, his head spinning, his vision foggy.

  After a while, as memories of the previous night slowly returned, he suddenly thought of the qipao beauty and the doctor.

  her of them was downstairs.

  It seemed they must have slept in the upstairs bedroom.

  The Fatty instinctively swallowed, a flood of blurry images running through his mind.

  Standing in front of the stairs, he listened for a moment, hearing no unusual sounds. He felt too embarrassed to go up directly, so he cleared his throat loudly.

  Still no response.

  Could it be that the woman had already left?

  Furrowing his brows, the Fatty turned and walked toward the door, opening it to find that the sports car that had been parked outside was gone.

  "Doctor." As he walked fidently upstairs, he called out, "Doctor, how are you? Are you awake?"

  Reag the upstairs, the bedroom door en, and Jiang g had just sat up otress, looking as if he had just woken up.

  Moreover, the doctor was topless, and though he was covered by a b below, it wasn’t clear what was beh.

  But what truly caught the Fatty’s attention was the qipao beh the b.

  He immediately reized it as the same ohe woman had worn earlier!

  Jiang g had also stripped down to almost nothing, but since he was still covered by a b, it didn’t seem as chaotic.

  Jiang g seemed uned, rolling up the qipao and casually tossing it into the nearby undry basket.

  The Fatty tiptoed and peeked, notig there were many simir qipaos inside.

  At this moment, the Fatty recalled something from his middle school biology lessons about cell division. He realized that the chubby, gsses-wearing teacher had been wrong when she said only cells could divide—people could too.

  He pletely "split."

  The sed, Jiang g, now dressed, pulled him back to reality. "Don’t think too much. Everything you saw wasn’t real," he paused, then tinued, "Nothing happened between us."

  The Fatty widened his eyes, disbelief written all over his face.

  Jiang g poio the side of his neck, which was slightly swollen, looking like a stiff neck. "She knocked me out, but that’s it. Don’t imagine anything further."

  "You too," Jiang g poio the Fatty’s neck.

  The Fatty didn’t immediately respond, instinctively asking, "Why did she do that?"

  uzzled him even more was that the doctor seemed used to it.

  After thinking for a moment, Jiang g answered, "Not very often, maybe once a month."

  "Usually at the end of the month, when she checks the ats. If she finds any irregurities, she does this."

  "Then, while she’s at it, she turns the studio upside down, looking for moo see if I’ve hidden it anywhere."

  Evety khis excuse didn’t hold water and was rather careless.

  But, after all, he was under someone else’s roof, so some things were better left unsaid.

  He decided to believe that the doctor and the woman had a simple employer-employee retionship.

  "Alright," Jiang g looked at the Fatty, realizing he was again imagining all sorts of things. "You should focus more on yourself for now."

  The Fatty furrowed his brows in fusion.

  Jiang g poio his own tilted ned asked, "Doesn’t it hurt?"

  This question seemed to hit the Fatty’s sore spot, and immediately his neck began to ache sharply.

  Wheouched it, he realized his neck was crooked, swollen, and couldn’t be turned back.

  He had once had a stiff neck from an awkward sleeping position, but this pain was far worse.

  It hurt so much that the Fatty groaned.

  Both of them had crooked necks, oo the left, the other to the right, and they helped each other dowairs, every step feeling like torture.

  Once downstairs, Jiang g left the Fatty and headed into the kit. After a moment, he returned with a rge bag.

  He emptied the bag, and dozens of boxes of medie rolled out.

  The Fatty immediately reized them as the ohe doctor had stockpiled before.

  Jiang g then reached into the t pile of boxes and pulled out a box of cooling pain relief patches.

  After opening the packaging, he applied oo the Fatty’s neck.

  A enthol st spread, and the Fatty felt much better.

  Jiang g stared at the Fatty’s pain for a moment before relutly opening another patd applying it.

  There was no other reason—because the Fatty was so big, och wasn’t enough.

  "Doctor," the Fatty, sprawled on the sofa, sighed with relief, "Aren’t you going to apply one?"

  "I’ll do it ter," Jiang g replied without looking up, as he tidied the medie oable, "The ohat haven’t expired are in an."

  (End of the Chapter)

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