Addiction sets in at night; even the abstinent older man has fallen for it.

Once inside the elevator, Jiang Hui smiled and praised Xiao Hailan, "Alan, Ashen is so thoughtful."

"Yes, he's always been a sweetheart since he was little." Xiao Hailan smiled proudly, recalling the scene of her son applying a towel to her forehead when she had a fever, her smile tinged with bitterness.

At that time, she not only didn't appreciate it, but also scolded her son, saying she didn't want to see him, yelling at him, and telling him to get out.

The more you try to forget those bad memories, the more they seem to creep back into your mind.

Anan glanced at Xiao Hailan, still finding it all fake.

He really didn't want to protect Xiao Hailan, but he had no choice but to obey Fu Zhengting's orders.

Once upstairs, he first went back to his ward to get his computer, then went into Jiang Hui's ward and continued researching on the sofa.

Anyway, he won't be able to sleep tonight.

He'll rest after Jiang Hui is discharged from the hospital tomorrow.

Jiang Hui was worried that Anan was working too hard protecting them all night, so she suggested, "Anan, why don't we check out now and go home?"

"It's too late to bother with all this. I'll do it tomorrow morning. I'm going to stay up all night researching anyway." Anan didn't care and urged Jiang Hui to go to sleep while he continued clicking the mouse.

Jiang Hui and Xiao Hailan lay down on the bed. Although they were tired, neither of them felt sleepy.

He was worried about Mu Tiantian's situation.

Fu Zhengting was even more worried.

He looked at the photos and videos Qian Zhikun had sent him repeatedly, and the more he looked, the more uncomfortable he felt.

He simply called Qian Zhikun via WeChat video and left a message asking Qian Zhikun to point the camera at Mu Tiantian so that he could see her.

When the video call came in, Qian Zhikun was startled.

He glanced cautiously at Old Master Qin beside him, gave an awkward smile, stood up, walked away before accepting the request, then tapped the rear camera and pointed the lens at Mu Tiantian and Ling Jieyu.

Fu Zhengting, fearing it would be inconvenient for Qian Zhikun, remained silent and squinted as he watched the video.

Mu Tiantian is still "battling wits" with Ling Jieyu.

From the beginning when Ling Jieyu shamelessly pinned her down, to the later when she had figured out a way to break free.

As she stomped her feet with her high heels, she pushed Ling Jieyu with both hands when he had to lift his foot back.

Ling Jieyu grabbed her wrist again, and she continued to stomp on it.

They jumped back and forth like this for several rounds.

To outsiders, this kind of ballroom dancing is unique and not so old-fashioned.

The only downside is that it hurts your feet.

My feet were already uncomfortable from wearing high heels, and now they feel like they're going to break.

She simply pretended to sprain her ankle, and when Ling Jieyu tried to press her down again, she made a painful expression and stopped him, saying, "Wait, wait a minute..."

There's no need to act out how much foot pain there is.

Qin Dongyang and Xia Guiying, who had been watching the two of them, felt sorry for their daughter when they saw how much pain she was in.

The two quickly stopped jumping.

They quickly went over and helped Mu Tiantian up. "Ruohan, did you twist your ankle?"

Mu Tiantian nodded pitifully.

"Ayu, stop jumping now, help Ruohan inside," Xia Guiying instructed anxiously.

Qin Dongyang raised his wrist to look at his watch. Seeing that it was so late, and worried that his wife and daughter might get tired, he said to Mu Tiantian, "Go in and toast Dad, some family elders, and important friends, then end the banquet."

Mu Tiantian yawned, looking sleepy, and smiled sweetly at Qin Dongyang, "Okay, Dad, I'll cooperate with you. I just want to finish the task quickly and go to sleep."

Qin Dongyang's heart softened as he looked at his daughter's obedient and ingratiating appearance.

His daughter's sweet smile was all it took to win him over.

"After the family reunion banquet, we'll book a room for you at the hotel."

Mu Tiantian nodded obediently.

As long as I don't sleep in the same room as Ling Jieyu, everything is negotiable.

Qin Dongyang's eyes were discerning, and he snorted inwardly. Of course, he would arrange for A-Yu and his daughter to share a room.

Otherwise, if the reporters found out, they would expose the fact that my daughter and Ayu were in a fake marriage.

Mu Tiantian didn't want to be supported by Ling Jieyu, so she linked arms with Qin Dongyang and walked away, subtly pushing Ling Jieyu aside.

Ling Jieyu wasn't angry. He hadn't forgotten Old Master Qin, so he went over to help him inside.

Xia Guiying helped Mu Tiantian lift her skirt, wanting to see how badly she had sprained her ankle.

To prevent her parents from arranging dates with Ling Jieyu to cultivate their relationship, Mu Tiantian walked with a limp, pretending to be seriously ill.

"We need to go inside and sit down quickly." Xia Guiying was anxious and held on even tighter.

Mu Tiantian said against her will, "Mom, it's okay, you have to get used to it. I'm sure I can walk a few more steps and I won't be able to walk well."

"We can't rush it, take it slow. What if you twist your ankle?" Xia Guiying couldn't tell that Mu Tiantian was faking it, and she felt very sorry for her.

Mu Tiantian felt warm inside, but also guilty for deceiving her own mother.

But she had no choice.

Ling Jieyu, supporting Old Master Qin, watched Mu Tiantian's retreating figure and twitched the corners of his mouth.

That's really good acting.

Without worrying about being discovered, Qian Zhikun held up his phone and pointed the camera at the group.

The video wasn't very well lit at night, but Fu Zhengting could still feel the love and care that Mu Tiantian's biological parents had for her from the blurry video footage.

He was happy for her.

From another perspective, her parents lost her for so many years, so it's only right that she spend more time with them now.

As for Ling Jieyu...

It's clear that Sweetie dislikes and despises him.

Although the intimate physical contact between the two seemed uncomfortable, they weren't worried.

I really trust Mu Tiantian.

He rubbed his temples, hoping that one day he would suddenly remember his memories with Mu Tiantian.

He asked Qian Zhikun, "How much longer until the banquet ends?"

Qian Zhikun noticed that there were still many men and women dancing ballroom dances by the pool.

Peeking inside, they saw that Qin Dongyang and his wife, supporting Mu Tiantian, showed no intention of going back to their room to rest.

He replied truthfully, "I'm not sure, it probably won't be that soon."

Fu Zhengting thought of an important question and asked, "Did Dr. Yang Guanghui attend?"

Qian Zhikun frowned suspiciously, recalling that Mu Tiantian had also asked him about Yang Guanghui. "He came, but it seems he disappeared after going to the restroom?"

As he spoke, he looked around but did not see Yang Guanghui.

"President Fu, why do I feel like you remember everything? How do you even know Yang Guanghui?" he asked, voicing his doubts.

Fu Zhengting felt that Qian Zhikun was a trustworthy person and that he shouldn't keep it from him.

He said bluntly, "Dean Qian, Yang Guanghui is very likely a dangerous person. You need to be careful. I need you to keep an eye on him for me..."

Qian Zhikun was shocked.

But recalling Yang Guanghui's unusual reaction not long ago, I realized that Fu Zhengting was right.

Yang Guanghui himself is a rather aloof person and doesn't get along well with his colleagues.

Moreover, they have experienced many setbacks over the years, and people who have experienced setbacks are prone to going to extremes.

He carefully recalled his impressions of Yang Guanghui over the years, and found that he had almost never seen him smile; he always looked lifeless and negative.

The more I think about it, the more I feel there's something wrong.

He brought the phone closer and lowered his voice, saying, "Don't worry, Mr. Fu, I'll keep an eye on it."

He wanted to clear up his doubts, "But Mr. Fu, how did you discover that he had a problem?"

"This is all thanks to Tian Tian; she was the one who discovered it first," Fu Zhengting said truthfully.

"No wonder Tian Tian asked me that question," Qian Zhikun sighed.

"Mr. Fu, should I call Yang Guanghui now and ask where he is?" He brought up the question.

"Okay, then I'll have to trouble Dean Qian. You'll have to keep an eye on Tian Tian and Yang Guanghui for me." Fu Zhengting expressed his gratitude in a joking manner.

"It was nothing, just a small favor. Once President Fu is discharged from the hospital, just treat me to a big meal," Qian Zhikun said with a smile.

Before hanging up the video call, she told Fu Zhengting that she would let him know as soon as possible if Mu Tiantian had any issues, so he could rest assured.

He found Yang Guanghui's WeChat in the work group, and thinking that he might not have used data when making a voice call, he looked through his contacts, saw that the number was saved, and dialed it.

Yang Guanghui was still driving back when he saw Qian Zhikun's call and he narrowed his eyes sharply.

Why would Qian Zhikun call him at this time?

He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

Mu Tiantian guessed his thoughts, and while in the hotel bathroom, the young master of the Ling family seemed to have also noticed that something was wrong with him!

Now, even Qian Zhikun has discovered it?

He gripped the steering wheel tightly.

There's a sense of impending doom, a madness that wants everyone to perish together.

The phone rang for quite a while before he answered it.

"Hello, Dr. Yang, it's me. I saw you go to the restroom and then I haven't seen you since. Where did you go?" Qian Zhikun asked directly.

"I have a patient friend who's recovering from an injury at home and isn't feeling well, so I have to go see him. I've already spoken to Qin's daughter," Yang Guanghui replied indifferently.

"I see. Thank you for your help, Dr. Yang."

Taking the opportunity, Yang Guanghui asked for leave, "Dean, I would like to take my annual leave starting tomorrow. My daughter's death anniversary is coming soon, and I need to go back to my hometown."

Before his destruction, he returned to his hometown to pay respects to his daughter; this was his only remaining concern.

Qian Zhikun didn't expect Yang Guanghui to suddenly take leave, and it would be difficult to keep an eye on him if he wasn't at the hospital.

However, Yang Guanghui wanted to return to his hometown to pay respects to his daughter, and he couldn't be so heartless as to refuse.

"How long will you be taking leave?" He didn't answer immediately.

"Take it all at once." Yang Guanghui's gaze ahead grew increasingly cold and sharp.

He didn't believe Qian Zhikun was being so kind as to call and ask where he was.

I never took him seriously before.

There must be a reason why I suddenly care about him.

Thinking about the differential treatment Qian Zhikun had given him over the years, he felt particularly disgusted. "Dean, I'm still driving, I'll leave now."

He hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

He felt there was no need to continue pretending.

He had long since given up on that lousy class.

Qian Zhikun stared at the phone that had been hung up, somewhat shocked.

Don't you even want to maintain the most basic manners?

In fact, he could also sense Yang Guanghui's resentment towards him.

He didn't think he had done anything wrong; promotions are based on ability, not seniority.

Young doctors are diligent, eager to learn, and have a good attitude. A little promotion and a chance will allow them to prove their abilities.

Yang Guanghui's poor mentality puts him far behind others.

He won't give him a chance, even if he stays in the hospital until he's old, unless he changes his decadent and extreme mentality.

He's a person who sees things in black and white.

However, not wanting to confront Yang Guanghui directly, she proactively replied to his message: "Dr. Yang, then you should take a vacation. It's such an important day as the anniversary of your daughter's death. I will find a way to coordinate with other doctors. You should take a good vacation."

When Yang Guanghui saw this message while waiting at the traffic light, he felt it was completely fake.

But he replied with a cold laugh: Okay, thank you, Dean.

Since he enjoys acting, he'll cooperate and act along.

Qian Zhikun sent a message to Fu Zhengting explaining the situation.

Fu Zhengting had just gone into the bathroom to wash his face when he came out and saw the message from Qian Zhikun, which he found a bit strange.

Is returning to the countryside at this time an attempt to evade investigation?

Or is there another reason?

He asked Fu Zhenlong if he knew where Yang Guanghui's hometown was.

Fu Zhenlong nodded to indicate that he understood.

Fu Zhengting was relieved; he could then send someone to keep an eye on things.

Fu Zhenlong still couldn't believe that a classmate who had once shared a bed with him would sow discord between them.

When I was in junior high school, I was on good terms with Yang Guanghui.

Later, they went to different universities, and their feelings gradually faded.

He found his idea somewhat ridiculous.

He was once like Yang Guanghui.

Qin Dongyang must think the same way about him.

Jealousy is a terrible emotion. Seeing Qin Dongyang becoming more and more successful, he had only one thought: to destroy him and stop him from making any more money.

It turns out that while he was jealous of others, others were also jealous of him.

"Ah Shen, if time could turn back, I would never be controlled by the devil of jealousy again. I would definitely be able to defeat it," he murmured to himself.

Fu Zhengting squeezed Fu Zhenlong's hand. "No one is perfect. Everyone has jealousy. The fact that you can face this problem directly has already lessened your sins by more than half."

Fu Zhenlong glanced at his sentimental son and smiled with relief and warmth.

"Shen, you won't be jealous," he said proudly.

"I don't think it's necessary; everyone has different things," Fu Zhengting said frankly.

"Human emotions are very complex. Sometimes, in a single moment, one thought can lead to heaven or hell," Fu Zhenlong remarked.

Fu Zhengting helped him to sit on the hospital bed and settled him down. "Dad, you're right. You haven't gone to hell yet, so don't worry so much. Go to sleep first."

"What about you? Aren't you going to sleep?" Fu Zhenlong wanted his son to come up and squeeze in with him.

"I'm not sleepy right now, I'd like to chat with Dean Qian some more." Fu Zhengting pulled the blanket up to cover Fu Zhenlong, then took his phone to the window to continue replying to Qian Zhikun's messages.

Qian Zhikun went inside the swimming pool from outside.

Seeing that Mu Tiantian and her family had returned to the table and sat down, he also returned to the table and sat down.

Xia Guiying was still worried about Mu Tiantian's feet. "Ruohan, does your foot still hurt? Why don't you go back to your room, massage it, and apply some medicine?"

Mu Tiantian couldn't wait to slip away, but she glanced at the table where the reporters were sitting. If her father were to take her there to offer a toast, she might be able to find out some information.

"Mom, it's alright. Let's finish the toasts first and then go back to the room to apply the medicine." After sitting for a while, she felt less tired and stood up on her own.

Qin Dongyang was very pleased that his daughter was sensible and understanding.

He also wanted to talk to those reporters.

He picked up his wine glass.

Mu Tiantian also picked up her wine glass and followed.