Feng Chengyue had just moved in for the third night. Still not used to it, Qiu Mingyan often woke up with morning wood and wanted to go to the balcony to water the plants, only to lock eyes with Feng Chengyue, who was already watering the plants.
As a result, he glanced at his sleep pants, his face turned red in a flash, and he turned around to run towards the guest bedroom.
Taking a bath before bed, after just having surgery, and checking on Liang Yichao’s condition, Qiu Mingyan was a little troubled by Liang Yichao’s consistently low and unstable blood pressure. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he was drying his hair while heading to the place he used to sleep.
Walking in, he saw Feng Chengyue lying there, her alluring legs sprawled, and only then did he realize he had walked into the wrong bedroom.
Immediately, his face turned red, and he spun around to head to the guest bedroom again.
In short, Feng Chengyue discovered within days that the guest bedroom was Qiu Mingyan’s go-to hiding spot whenever he blushed.
But that wasn’t the biggest change in Qiu Mingyan’s life.
The most noticeable change was the calls from Feng Chengyue’s family.
Every time the phone rang, Qiu Mingyan felt a chill down his spine. Especially when it wasn’t Feng Chengyue’s eldest brother calling, it was her third brother. If it wasn’t her sister-in-law, then it was her second sister. Even more terrifying, after finding out that Feng Chengyue was "renting" a place, Feng Jingguo himself called.
He genuinely suggested that since home felt far, they’d buy her a duplex villa in the city!
Such generosity! It left Qiu Mingyan speechless and trembling with fear. Then he would listen to the person on the phone... and hear Feng Chengyue’s response...
"Oh, no need, Dad. I’m quite comfortable renting with friends. Sometimes I work late, and being alone can be dangerous. With someone else around, I have company on the way home. Besides, I’m really not that young anymore, Dad. Give me some personal space. Being treated like the Feng family’s young lady all the time, even the department heads almost never assign me surgeries... I need some time to find a partner too..." Follow current novels on novelFɪre.net
Qiu Mingyan, terrified, held a bowl of soy milk, his teeth chattering against the rim with a trembling sound, wishing he could disappear into the ground.
Qiu Mingyan was blushing left and right.
Embarrassed on one side, scared on the other. Especially with the insinuations in Feng Chengyue’s words.
Feng Chengyue also realized that Qiu Mingyan was genuinely afraid of her father and brothers, so she played along with fibs—half true, half false—to not pressure Qiu Mingyan.
Of course, seeing Qiu Mingyan in this state made her want to laugh even more.
Hence, at this moment...
Since tomorrow was Friday and both had a day off, in the guest bedroom at night, Qiu Mingyan was reading a book while Feng Chengyue came in with a book titled "New Clinical Trials and Directions in Bone Marrow Transplantation" from the United States. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, Feng Chengyue said, "Mingyan, I can’t make sense of this part."
The book was written entirely in American English, filled with too many obscure medical terms. The section Feng Chengyue pointed to was packed with a dozen more peculiar phrases, apparently the latest medical research from the past two years, featuring a slew of new terminologies.
American medicine is very advanced, leading the world, and is indeed the birthplace of countless academic and new medical technologies.
However, Qiu Mingyan glanced over it, understood, and after flipping through the preceding and succeeding pages of the book to confirm, started explaining to Feng Chengyue, "This is a sentence quoted from Professor John. Hopson’s latest report in 2016. It actually means that under 2.0-fold mitotic effects on hematopoietic stem cells..."