Obsessive Tycoon and His Swan Girl
Chapter 367: Words from the Pillow Mate

Chapter 367: Chapter 367: Words from the Pillow Mate

But seeing that Qin Jingchen looked to be in good spirits, Jiang Yaowang’s heart finally eased.

After chatting for a bit and knowing that Qin Jingchen wasn’t suffering from anything serious, he left.

Jiang Zhe escorted him out, and Jiang Yaowang asked, "Are you sure it’s nothing serious?"

"It’s fine, don’t worry."

"If there’s anything, tell me. I’ll help Jingchen get in touch with a doctor."

Jiang Yaowang had helped Mr. Qin before and knew that among the Qin Family, many had the Double S+ Physique native to Beicheng Continent.

Such individuals, when sick or experiencing health issues, are tough for ordinary doctors to handle, even minor problems are not easily treated.

Only the medical department in Beicheng Continent could properly address the ailments associated with their kind of physique.

Although he was not certain what Qin Jingchen’s constitution was, Jiang Yaowang guessed that it was at least of the S level.

He wasn’t sure whether Jiang Zhe’s medical skills would be up to the task.

Jiang Zhe glanced at Jiang Yaowang with a meaningful look, nodding, "I will."

Seeing her prompt obedience, Jiang Yaowang, reminded that Qin Jingchen should be fine, felt reassured and only urged, "The snow fungus and Cai’er mushrooms I brought, make sure he eats more of them."

"Sure," Jiang Zhe agreed.

In fact, she had never stopped providing remedies for Qin Jingchen and had moved beyond just snow fungus and Cai’er mushrooms, extracting more effective substances from these ingredients.

Not wanting to trouble Jiang Yaowang with the details, she had not mentioned it previously.

For individuals with regular bodies, these substances have a potent rejuvenating effect.

For those with a Double S+ Physique, the effectiveness is less pronounced, but through Jiang Zhe’s extraction and enhancements, the results have been significantly improved.

After seeing off Jiang Yaowang, Jiang Zhe was heading back when Fen Ye came striding over.

"Sister-in-law, Mr. Qin and Mrs. Wei have sent over some snow fungus," Fen Ye said.

He briefly explained, "It’s very good for recovery, so I had someone stew it and brought it over."

"No need, you guys take it and share it amongst yourselves."

Although Fen Ye knew she had authority over Qin Jingchen’s matters and also disapproved of Qin Li and Wei Minglan’s partiality, he believed the ingredient was truly beneficial and thus urged, "Sister-in-law, this item is rare, and what we’ve got this time is even among the best of the best, I think we shouldn’t... "

"Then you stew it and take it away."

Hearing the sarcasm in Jiang Zhe’s remark, Fen Ye abandoned the idea. Since she suggested everyone share it, better distribute it then.

...

In the hospital, a somewhat unexpected visitor arrived.

Fu Qifang himself came to the hospital to visit Qin Jingchen.

Fen Ye went out and bumped into Fu Qifang, surprised, he said, "Old Fu?"

"I’m here to check on Jingchen," Fu Qifang walked inside. Dressed simply, skinny and short, with unremarkable looks, it was hard to associate him with the term ’big boss’.

Fen Ye took the fruit he was carrying and said with a smile, "If you had informed us earlier, I would have come to escort you."

"If I had informed earlier, I’m afraid Jingchen would have snuck away without telling me," Fu Qifang joked.

Fen Ye wasn’t sure why he said that but smiled and welcomed him inside.

Inside the hospital room, Jiang Zhe was playing with her phone, sitting beneath the bright, fully transparent glass window.

Because of the air conditioning, she didn’t seem hot despite sitting in the sunlight.

She was lazily scrolling through her phone, and Qin Jingchen, sitting beside her, would occasionally skewer a piece of fruit and bring it to her lips.

Seeing this scene, Fu Qifang chuckled, "If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t know who’s the patient and who’s the caregiver."

"Mr. Fu." Qin Jingchen stood up to greet him, his tall figure graceful and distinguished, his handsome quality not diminished by the hospital garb.

Jiang Zhe bowed slightly and said, "Please, take a seat."

Fu Qifang found a place to sit down and inquired about Qin Jingchen’s health. Learning that there was nothing serious, he turned the conversation to Jiang Zhe, "Have you decided on your major? Have you filled out your university choices?"

"Yes." Jiang Zhe nodded, feeling that he was a bit late to ask such a question at this point.

"Didn’t Qin Jingchen give you any advice?" asked Fu Qifang.

Jiang Zhe casually replied, "Why would I need his advice on my matters?"

Qin Jingchen glanced at Jiang Zhe, his eyes slightly deepening, as he carelessly straightened the edge of his hospital gown’s sleeve.

Fu Qifang tapped on the table, turned to Qin Jingchen, and said, "Didn’t I ask you to persuade Jiang Zhe to apply for Beijing University? It looks like you haven’t helped me with that, have you?"

Jiang Zhe’s gaze lingered on Qin Jingchen for a moment, realizing that Mr. Fu had indeed spoken to him about this.

Jiang Zhe had made her university and major selections quite casually; she had also been somewhat indifferent when Fu Qifang approached her about it.

The more people who sought her out, the less she wanted to choose, eventually selecting a major in such a childish and bizarre manner.

Indeed, she hadn’t expected Fu Qifang to have had such conversations with Qin Jingchen.

She never heard a single word about it from Qin Jingchen’s mouth.

Qin Jingchen walked up to Fu Qifang, personally poured him a cup of tea, and said gently, "Mr. Fu, are you here to visit the sick, or is it really more about seeking answers with authority?"

"How would I dare? You’re still ill, and if your condition worsens because of me, I wouldn’t know how to explain it to others."

As he spoke, Fu Qifang’s gaze was fixed on Jiang Zhe.

Jiang Zhe faced his look straightforwardly, carelessly, pretending not to understand.

"Please have some tea," Qin Jingchen said with a smile.

Seeing his demeanor, Fu Qifang knew he really hadn’t mentioned the matter of the school and major to Jiang Zhe.

He had even dropped so many hints to Qin Jingchen secretly through WeChat.

Fu Qifang had no interest in drinking tea anymore.

Qin Jingchen pushed the tea cup forward, his voice calm and gentle, "Mr. Fu, even if she didn’t apply for your specialty, isn’t Jiang Zhe helping you by your side? Aren’t you satisfied with just that?"

Fu Qifang understood this reasoning, but it was somewhat hard for him to accept.

Looking at the young couple, he knew they might not listen to him, but one can’t be sure about a lover’s whispers—what if Qin Jingchen influenced Jiang Zhe...

Now Fu Qifang had reconciled with the idea, took the tea cup, and took a sip, "Ah, the thoughts of young people, I can’t control them anymore."

"How could you not control them? When Jiang Zhe is in the lab, doesn’t she listen to everything you say?"

Qin Jingchen’s words were spoken simply, but they were comforting to Fu Qifang’s ears.

He finished his tea with satisfaction, stood up, and said, "You best take good care of yourself, I’m heading back to the lab."

"Fen Ye, see Mr. Fu out."

Fen Ye went to escort Fu Qifang out and understood that his purpose for this special trip was mostly to challenge them. That’s why he had said he was afraid Qin Jingchen might flee.

But Qin Jingchen had deftly defused the situation in just a few words.

...

Jiang Zhe, her slender fingers twirling her cellphone, asked Qin Jingchen, "Did Mr. Fu come to you to persuade me?"

"That was an issue from many days ago."

"I haven’t heard you mention it."

Qin Jingchen walked over to her and handed her a cup of clear tea, "I respect your freedom and choices. Rather than persuade you to do things you don’t like, I’d prefer to follow your heart."