Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

Yu Fuli looked at the tall man in front of her.

The other person was clutching their chest, looking as if they were about to faint at any moment. Their face had turned pale, as if they had suffered some tremendous blow.

Yu Fuli silently wondered to herself.

Is Jiang Yu's brother in poor health?

Although this was the first time the two had met, Yu Fuli recognized the other person almost the instant she saw his face.

Without him.

It can only be said that he and Jiang Yu are truly brothers.

The two people standing together look at least nine-tenths alike. The same eyebrow and facial contours, the same bone structure, even their expressions when they slightly furrow their brows are identical. The only differences are probably their hair color and overall demeanor.

Jiang Yu inherited his mother's blonde hair, which was always styled in a flamboyant manner, paired with a pair of amorous peach blossom eyes, making him the spitting image of a playboy who indulged in worldly pleasures. Jiang Lianqing, on the other hand, inherited his father's pure black hair, which was neatly combed back, revealing a smooth forehead and deep-set eyes.

As for temperament—

Yu Fuli made a silent comparison in her mind.

If Jiang Yu is like the scorching sun on a hot summer afternoon, burning, dazzling, and unrestrained; then Jiang Lianqing is like a fire in the cold winter, warm, restrained, and just right.

Perhaps it's due to their different parenting styles. Jiang Lianqing possesses a mature composure, speaking and acting with tact, and always wearing a perfectly appropriate smile. That smile is neither distant nor overly intimate, and combined with his excessively handsome face, he can easily win the favor of anyone.

If this person wasn't clutching their chest and looking heartbroken at that moment...

Yu Fuli silently withdrew her gaze.

Ok.

My first impression may need some revision.

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to the private room was suddenly pushed open.

"Sir!" A young man in a business suit rushed in, holding a thermos. "Are you having another episode? I told you you can't drink tea on an empty stomach! Quick, quick, your blood pressure medication!"

Before Jiang Lianqing could resist, her assistant skillfully helped her to a chair, placed a glass of warm water in one hand, and two white pills in the other.

he:"…………"

Yu Fuli stood at the door, watching this scene with a subtle expression.

While patting Jiang Lianqing's back to help, the assistant turned to Yu Fuli and gave him a professional smile: "I'm sorry, sir, our husband has been under a lot of work pressure lately and his health isn't quite up to par. Please excuse him."

"It's alright." Yu Fuli nodded politely. "I understand."

Jiang Lianqing closed her eyes, swallowed the medicine, and drank half a glass of water. Only then did she feel that her shattered heart had been pieced back together a little.

He took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, a perfectly timed smile was already on her face.

"Mr. Yu." He stood up, straightened his suit cuffs, as if he weren't the one who had just clutched his chest and was about to faint. "Excuse me, are you here at Qiyun Pavilion to discuss something with me?"

His heart skipped a beat when he asked the question.

What if?

What if it's just a coincidence of names? After all, there are so many people in the world with the same name!

What if this Yu Fuli isn't the same Yu Fuli?

Then he saw the person opposite him nod.

"Yes, Mr. Jiang." Yu Fuli's tone was polite but distant. "I think I made myself very clear on the phone. I think it's necessary for a guardian to manage Jiang Yu's behavior."

Jiang Lianqing closed her eyes.

two seconds.

He mentally pieced his broken heart back together, then opened his eyes and revealed a more confident smile.

Although his brother drugged someone, ruining their first impression of each other, it doesn't matter. From now on, he will be the only person by Yu Fuli's side and spend the rest of his life healing her.

That's what Jiang Lianqing thought, but beneath that smile lay a bitterness only he knew. After all, a good start versus a disastrous start—he'd much rather have a good start!

"Please come in."

Jiang Lianqing stepped aside to make way for the doorway and gestured for him to enter.

The private room was filled with the aroma of tea, and the sunlight streaming through the window was just right.

Jiang Lianqing stood by the door, watching the person walk past him, leaving behind a very faint, indescribable fragrance.

He suddenly felt like calling Jiang Yu.

Ask him what he's thinking. If someone isn't willing, you can keep pestering them until they agree. Is it really necessary to use drugs?

They've blocked all his paths!

But then I thought, never mind.

We can't beat them even if we fight.

Moreover, it would be quite troublesome for his brother to go back into the ICU after just being discharged.

Jiang Lianqing took a deep breath and followed them into the private room.

The door closed gently behind him, and the bright sunlight streamed in, burning his eyes.

Yu Fuli had just walked to the table and hadn't even had a chance to see the furnishings in the private room when a figure suddenly approached.

He subconsciously looked up and saw Jiang Lianqing had already strode forward, one hand holding the back of the mahogany chair, the other gesturing for him to enter. Her movements were fluid, elegant, and graceful.

"Please sit down."

Jiang Lianqing bowed slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips, his eyes focused as if he were looking at some rare treasure.

Yu Fuli: "…………"

He stopped in his tracks, looked at the chair that had been pulled out so eagerly, and then at Jiang Lianqing's overly sincere face, and for a moment he didn't know how to react.

assistant:"…………"

The assistant stood at the door, still holding the thermos, completely frozen in place.

Is her husband driven mad with anger?

Or is it possession by a ghost?

He stared blankly at Jiang Lianqing's posture, which seemed to want to wipe the chair with his sleeve, his mind racing with various possibilities. After a moment, a thought slowly surfaced—

Should he contact someone to perform an exorcism?

The assistant was in a daze, feeling like he might be dreaming.

Otherwise, how can we explain this scene? The usually calm and reserved President Jiang, whose smiles always carry a sense of distance, is now like a peacock spreading its tail feathers, eagerly pulling out a chair for a complete stranger he's just met?

And this person was the one his brother drugged??

Yu Fuli remained silent for two seconds before finally sitting down under that intense gaze.

"Thank you," he said, his tone subtle.

"You're welcome," Jiang Lianqing replied with a smile, her voice so gentle it could melt water. "It's nothing."

The assistant almost dropped her thermos.

It’s over.

Her husband has really gone mad.