Spring Night Kiss.

Did her cat scratch him?

Song Ergou can scratch people?

Song Qingjia's first reaction was disbelief: "Song Ergou wouldn't scratch someone on his own initiative."

But if something bad deliberately provokes it, that's another story.

Xu Zhouye was taken aback for a moment, processing her words. So, that round, soft kitten's name was Er Gou?

Although it has a bad temper, it is at least very cute. How could you give it such a rude name?

He pondered her words again. "She won't grab anyone on her own initiative" meant it was his fault, that he had done something to make the little cat retaliate.

"You want to renege on your debt?" He squinted.

Song Qingjia didn't answer, but suddenly reached out, grasped his wrist, and looked down to examine the wound. There were three scabs, and some redness and swelling around them; it had actually been scratched quite badly.

She leaned closer and gently blew on it: "Does it still hurt?"

The warm breath fell on the wound, like a feather brushing past, sending a tingling sensation through my heart.

Xu Zhouye's ears turned red instantly. He coughed lightly and said, "Of course it hurts. Just tell me what to do."

Song Qingjia glanced at him, then pulled him toward the garage: "Come with me."

She pushed him into the passenger seat and fastened his seatbelt.

Xu Zhouye noticed something was wrong as he watched her movements.

Isn't it reversed?

In novels and TV dramas, it's usually the domineering CEO who drags the delicate, innocent girl into his car, forces her to fasten her seatbelt, and prevents her from escaping.

So now, looking down at the hand pressing on his abs, is he the innocent one?

With a "click," the seatbelt buckle snapped shut. Song Qingjia, the domineering CEO, straightened up, her palm gliding over the man's abs before she stood up and closed the car door.

Xu Zhouye watched her walk back to the driver's seat from the front of the car, then looked down at his abdomen. It seemed she had deliberately pinched it when she removed her hand.

Song Qingjia had already gotten into the car and started the engine.

"Where to?"

"The hospital." Song Qingjia drove out of the underground parking garage through a maze of turns. "If we go any later, the wound will have already healed."

Xu Zhouye: "...Heh."

-

Hospital emergency room.

The doctor, an elderly man in his fifties wearing reading glasses, glanced at the injury on Xu Zhouye's hand and asked, "How did you get this?"

"It was scratched by a cat," Song Qingjia said.

"They've scratched quite hard," the doctor said as he picked up some iodine to disinfect the wound.

"Then...does he need a rabies vaccine?"

Xu Zhouye's eyebrows twitched slightly; so that's why he brought him to the hospital.

She cares about him.

This realization made him smile involuntarily, but then he felt he was being too unreserved and suppressed his smile.

The doctor threw away the cotton swab and asked, "Is it a domestic cat or a stray?"

The difference between the two is significant. Domestic cats generally do not carry the rabies virus, so there is no need for vaccination if you are scratched or bitten. However, it's hard to say about stray cats; their condition cannot be guaranteed, so you can't gamble on them.

"My cat," Song Qingjia said, "is a kitten that I just brought home a little over two months ago."

The doctor nodded, took off his glasses, and said, "There's no need for the injection. You'll only get infected if you're scratched or bitten by an animal that has the disease. Just go home and disinfect your wound."

Song Qingjia nodded and thanked the doctor.

Just as he was about to leave with Xu Zhouye, he suddenly spoke up, "Doctor, is there anything else we should be careful about?"

The doctor glanced at him, then looked at the wound, and thought for a moment: "Your wound is a bit deep. Don't let it come into contact with tap water to avoid bacterial infection."

"Thank you, doctor."

Xu Zhouye stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and followed Song Qingjia out of the clinic.

People were coming and going in the corridor. His pace was neither fast nor slow, and his voice drifted from behind her: "Did you hear that? The doctor told me to avoid touching tap water."

"I heard you." Song Qingjia didn't turn around.

"So you didn't offer any thanks?"

Song Qingjia stopped and turned around.

She looked at him and smiled sweetly: "Yes, you can't touch tap water, so taking a bath might be inconvenient, right?"

Xu Zhouye was taken aback: "Huh?"

Song Qingjia took a step closer and tilted her head: "I'll help you wash tonight, okay?"

Xu Zhouye's Adam's apple bobbed.

He was just casually trying to extort money from her, hoping she'd owe him something. Little did he expect to get such a huge benefit from it?

He replied lazily, "Okay."

The moment he finished speaking, the woman in front of him reached out and pinched his ear.

"Fine, you say it's fine, you're quite the thinker!" Song Qingjia said with utter disdain, "It's such a tiny wound, and you're acting like Lin Daiyu!"

Xu Zhouye: "..."

No, it's a trap.

-

Xu Zhouye was left at the hospital by Song Qingjia.

He will never be fooled by a ruthless, cunning, and cold-blooded woman again, and he will never let her get away with just a flick of her finger.

As soon as Lu Yanbai parked the car, the passenger door was opened, and a man exuding coldness sat down, making the temperature inside the car seem to drop instantly.

"Why are you at the hospital? Are you sick?"

Xu Zhouye remained silent, his tone low.

Seeing his expression, Lu Yanbai's heart skipped a beat, and a million possibilities flashed through his mind.

"Holy crap, Lao Xu, don't scare me! Tell me what's wrong, and we'll sell everything we own to get you treated!"

Xu Zhouye gave him a cold glance: "Having too much imagination is also a disease."

Lu Yanbai breathed a sigh of relief: "Then why are you giving me that sour look? You startled me." He glanced at the other person and continued to guess, "Not sick, then injured?"

"Did Qingjia, the fairy, abuse you?"

After saying that, he himself laughed.

Amidst his gloating laughter, Xu Zhouye's face grew increasingly pale. Seeing that the other party was about to lose his temper, Lu Yanbai finally decided to stop while he was ahead.

"Talk to your brother, and I'll give you some advice."

Xu Zhouye scoffed, "You?"

"What's wrong with me? Lingyi and I are deeply in love right now, and our relationship is very strong."

Xu Zhouye: "Oh."

"I get to sleep with my sweet, soft girlfriend every night, can you?"

Xu Zhouye: "..."

"I still have my girlfriend's kisses, hugs, and... you know, do you?"

Xu Zhouye: "...Spit it out."

Lu Yanbai didn't argue with him: "I've analyzed it. In front of Song Qingjia, you're just a shameless lapdog."

"...You're the real simp." Xu Zhouye's brow twitched.

"Don't rush," Lu Yanbai said speechlessly. "What I'm trying to say is that you're completely being led by the nose right now; you're too passive."

"You need to turn the tables and take the initiative."

Xu Zhouye let out a breath: "How do we do it?"

Lu Yanbai: "The first step is to deliberately give her the cold shoulder. We need to have a man's dignity; we can't always revolve around one woman."

Xu Zhouye: "Didn't I keep quiet for the first two months? I didn't even look for her, and what happened? She just disappeared for two months."

Lu Yanbai rolled his eyes, thinking, "This child is truly hopeless."

"Keeping her in the cold doesn't mean you shouldn't contact her. You need to make sure she sees you from time to time, but you should deliberately ignore her."

"Make her feel disappointed, make her unhappy."

Xu Zhouye frowned. Could this really work?

Lu Yanbai chuckled, "Anyway, you're already disliked by everyone, so let's try anything, even if it's a long shot."