Chapter 310: He’s Not Just Some Poor Guy

Fang Zhou initially didn’t care much about Han Xi taking his phone. He assumed she’d return it soon, probably just worried it might get lost and wanted to keep it safe.

However, the next morning, when he asked Han Xi for his phone, something felt off. She dodged the topic and changed the subject.

He didn’t think much of it at first, but after Han Xi left post-breakfast, he realized his phone was still missing. Determined, he brought it up again at lunch.

Finally, Han Xi addressed his question, but her answer wasn’t satisfactory.

“You’ll get it back when you’ve healed,” she said with a stern, unapproachable look.

Fang Zhou was baffled. Why the need to withhold his phone? His injury was on his back, not his hands!

It felt like she thought his phone was some magical entity that would hinder his recovery. Besides, who could go without a phone these days? For someone like Fang Zhou, glued to the internet for work, it was almost impossible.

“I don’t get it. Why can’t I have my phone? My back’s hurt, not my brain,” he argued, finding her excuse flimsy at best.

Han Xi had been feeding him porridge, but seeing his disinterest, she put down the bowl. “You’ll stay up late if you have your phone, and that’s bad for your recovery,” she explained in a seemingly serious tone, though even she found it unconvincing.

Fang Zhou frowned but had to admit she had a point. Without his phone last night, he did sleep earlier. Still, he wasn’t a night owl. Besides, missing a few late nights wouldn’t magically speed up his recovery.

“I think you’re being too strict. I’m not that obsessed with my phone,” he said, trying to find a middle ground. “How about giving it to me during the day and taking it away at night?”

That sounded reasonable enough, but Han Xi shook her head, refusing once more. “You’ll get it back when you’re fully recovered.”

Her cold, unyielding response felt like a judge handing down a sentence, leaving Fang Zhou frustrated. She picked up the bowl again, trying to feed him, but he refused.

“You’re restricting my freedom,” he accused, hoping to make her see reason.

Han Xi chuckled softly. “If I wanted to restrict your freedom, you wouldn’t even have the right to go to the bathroom.”

Her blunt retort left him speechless and full of questions. “How am I supposed to contact Li Siming and the others without my phone?” he asked.

“You don’t need to worry. I’ll contact them for you,” she replied calmly.

“But I’m bored without my phone,” he protested. For someone like him, losing his phone was like a fish out of water.

“There’s a TV and a gaming console here. Play whatever you want. And I’ll be here to keep you company. If you’re bored, we can chat,” Han Xi said, effectively shutting down all his arguments.

Fang Zhou, seething, took the porridge from her and finished it quickly before handing the bowl back. “I’m going to sleep,” he said, wanting to avoid her.

Han Xi stood there for a moment, feeling conflicted. She didn’t want to oppose Fang Zhou but knew giving him his phone would lead Qin Yun and others to track him down. She just wanted a few uninterrupted days with him.

For the next two days, Fang Zhou spent his time in the room, bored out of his mind. On the third day, Dr. He told him he could start moving around.

“You can get the stitches out in two weeks,” Dr. He said, and Fang Zhou, overjoyed, almost jumped out of bed. He immediately went to find Han Xi to get his phone back.

“Miss Han’s study is on the second floor, the room at the far east end. Don’t get lost,” Dr. He said, smiling. He’d seen how attentive Han Xi was, caring for Fang Zhou, even reading him bedtime stories. It was clear their relationship was more than just friends.

“Ah, the power of love,” Dr. He muttered, watching Fang Zhou leave.

As he walked through the villa, Fang Zhou noted its understated luxury, even more so than Han Xi’s usual place. Antique pieces lined the corridors, a testament to the wealth he couldn’t fully comprehend.

Reaching the study, he noticed the door was ajar and heard two women talking inside.

“Xier, why did you bring back some poor man? Your dad’s been in a foul mood,” said a voice Fang Zhou didn’t recognize.

Then he heard Han Xi’s unmistakable voice, “He’s not some poor man, Mom.”

“…”

“He’s my future husband, so choose your words carefully.”

That single statement was packed with information.