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

Zhong Qiuyi checked the time on her phone. Two of her good-nurse colleagues were on night shift and had arrived at the door. She wanted to go in and say goodbye to them.

"No need, I need to go to the hospital."

She said that, and went inside first.

Ling Jieyu parked the car and then went inside.

He smirked, wondering curiously if Fu Zhengting would fight him when he saw him.

2

In the ward.

Fu Zhengting woke up after a short nap.

I actually woke up because I was hungry.

During my hospital stay, I ate nothing but plain porridge and soup, which was too bland. Suddenly, I really wanted to eat something spicy and oily.

Uncle Zhong, who was staying by the bedside, keenly saw through his thoughts and joked, "Ah Shen, do you want to have a big meal?"

Upon hearing this, Fu Zhengting's stomach growled twice.

A steaming hot pot image flashed through my mind; it's been so long since I've had hot pot.

Uncle Zhong smiled kindly, remembering the insulated food container in the kitchen. He tried to speak, "Why don't you take out that food and eat it? Although Xiao Hailan brought it, it was made by Jiang Hui. She made it especially for you."

As he spoke, he went into the kitchen.

Fu Zhengting's expression instantly turned somewhat cold.

He wouldn't eat it even if he starved to death.

The thought that the insulated box was brought by that cold-blooded mother makes me feel disgusted.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside.

He wondered if his cold-blooded mother had come again.

Ling Jieyu didn't knock; he just pushed the door open and went in.

Upon seeing that it was Ling Jieyu, Fu Zhengting's expression turned even colder.

Instead of seeking him out, this rival of the Sea King came to him in person.

He coldly watched Ling Jieyu walk towards the hospital bed.

Uncle Zhong brought out a thermos from the kitchen and, seeing Ling Jieyu standing by the hospital bed, said irritably, "Ling Jieyu, what are you doing here?"

Ling Jieyu glanced at Uncle Zhong and said arrogantly, "What do you think?"

Before Uncle Zhong could reply, he retorted, "Anyway, I'm not looking for you."

Uncle Zhong chuckled and retorted, "I think you're just here to get yelled at."

Fu Zhengting realized that Ling Jieyu wanted to talk to him alone, so he asked Uncle Zhong to go out first.

Uncle Zhong was not entirely at ease.

Ling Jieyu found it somewhat amusing. "Even if I really wanted to do something to Fu Zhengting, is he that weak? Is it really worth worrying about?"

"You..." Uncle Zhong choked, and wanted to say something more, but Fu Zhengting's tone was somewhat commanding, and he told Uncle Zhong to leave again.

Uncle Zhong had no choice but to leave. As he closed the door, he warned, "Ling Jieyu, if anything happens to A Shen, I'll take you down with me."

Ling Jieyu was even a little envious of Uncle Zhong's loyalty to Fu Zhengting.

He pulled up a chair and sat down, acting as if he were at home. He raised an eyebrow at Fu Zhengting and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll hurt you?"

Fu Zhengting's mind flashed back to the image of Ling Jieyu embracing and kissing Mu Tiantian that was trending on social media. His gaze fell on Ling Jieyu's lips and hands, and a lion seemed to be stirring within him.

I want to cripple Ling Jieyu's hands and then tear his mouth apart.

When Ling Jieyu met Fu Zhengting's murderous gaze, he knew that Fu must have seen the trending topics online.

He enjoyed seeing Fu Zhengting so angry yet unable to kill him.

At this moment, her desire to steal Fu Zhengting's woman and strike at him reached its peak.

But contradictorily, he was also afraid that he might actually fall in love with Mu Tiantian.

He didn't want his secretary's divination result to come true.

He wanted to change that outcome.

The secretary said that the results of the divination can also change as one's mindset changes.

Before he could speak, Fu Zhengting spoke first, "Tell me, what do you need to do to get me to give up on Mu Tiantian?"

Ling Jieyu crossed his arms and scrutinized Fu Zhengting with great interest.

That's really clever.

You don't need to waste too much breath talking to smart people.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead asked, "Didn't you forget Mu Tiantian? Why do you still like her?"

Fu Zhengting did not answer directly, but said, "Even if I forget her a thousand times, I will still always love her."

This liking is instinctive.

It seems to be etched into their very bones.

That feeling was wonderful.

Ling Jieyu's wicked smile vanished instantly, his heart shaken by Fu Zhengting's words.

Fu Zhengting began to scrutinize Ling Jieyu. "No matter what your feelings are for Mu Tiantian, I can tell you that there will never be a result. I only love Tiantian, and Tiantian only loves me."

Ling Jieyu was not happy to hear that.

The rebellious streak in his bones is acting up again.

He just wouldn't believe it, and he was determined to steal Fu Zhengting's girlfriend to see if Mu Tiantian could really be so loyal to love.

However, Fu Zhengting's tone was too certain and confident, making him feel that no matter how hard he tried to poach this guy, it would be in vain.

He was a little hesitant and conflicted.

Should we continue to poach Fu Zhengting's girlfriend?

Fu Zhengting preemptively suggested, "How about an arm wrestling match? Whoever loses has to give up on Mu Tiantian!"

He couldn't possibly leave the opportunity to initiate a war to Ling Jieyu.

His head injury hasn't fully healed yet, so he can't compete with others and can only arm wrestle.

Ling Jieyu recalled the last time he lost to Fu Zhengting at the martial arts school and had always wanted to get revenge.

Now that Fu Zhengting has brought it up, he naturally has to accept the challenge.

He immediately took off his suit jacket, saying, "Alright, let's have a competition!"

He glanced around, his gaze finally settling on the table beside the hospital bed.

The coffee table is too big and too low, making it difficult to compare.

This table is just right.

He took the things off the table, moved the table to the middle, and let Fu Zhengting sit on the edge of the bed while he sat in a chair, so that it would be more convenient for him.

Uncle Zhong, who was waiting outside the ward, heard the commotion inside and became worried. He pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the scene, he realized that the two were going to arm wrestle. Worried that Fu Zhengting might aggravate his head injury by using too much force, he advised, "Ah Shen, Ling Jieyu is just deliberately picking a fight. Don't fight with him."

Fu Zhengting, however, was determined. He had issued the challenge, and he could not back down now.

He had to win for Mu Tiantian's sake.

"Uncle Zhong, I'll be alright."

He didn't want Uncle Zhong to worry.

Uncle Zhong stood to the side, wanting to stop it but not daring to.

He could see Fu Zhengting's devotion to Mu Tiantian.

"Even if you're going to compete, you need to eat something. You're hungry right now. How can you have the energy to compete if you don't eat something?" he said, picking up the insulated box from the coffee table and opening it.

Ling Jieyu, not wanting to take advantage of Fu Zhengting's predicament, generously offered to wait until Fu Zhengting finished eating before the competition.

Uncle Zhong fed Fu Zhengting from a thermos.

Fu Zhengting frowned and glanced at it, still feeling uneasy and not really wanting to eat.

But there's nothing else that can fill your stomach faster right now.

He must ensure he has enough strength to win.

After a brief moment of hesitation, he opened his mouth and ate it anyway.

Uncle Zhong chuckled to himself.

Even if he doesn't acknowledge Xiao Hailan, she is still Fu Zhengting's biological mother, and he hopes that the mother and son can reconcile.