Chapter 58: You’re Really Something

Despite having perfectly functioning hands and feet, Fang Zhou inexplicably found himself “voluntarily” being fed.

He let out a dry laugh, “Hehe, actually, I can really feed myself. You don’t need to do that for me.”

“Besides, having two beautiful ladies come and visit me, and then troubling you with such trivial matters, that’s really embarrassing, right?”

His polite words were perfectly crafted, leaving no room for criticism.

Fang Zhou believed his reasoning was quite solid, thinking it would surely dissuade these two.

However, when Han Xi and Chu Xinran both turned to him with expressionless faces and said, “No, you can’t feed yourself,” he fell silent.

What’s going on? It’s one thing for Han Xi’s gaze to be cold, that was just her demeanor. But why did Chu Xinran’s eyes also feel like they were shooting cold arrows?

In his heart, Fang Zhou was already picturing a crying cat meme.

What kind of arrangement did the production team make? If it were just one person, it would be fine, but why did they send both his ex-girlfriends over?

Anyone would think the production team was being considerate by sending people to take care of him, but those who didn’t know better might think they were sent to dismember him.

Mom, he wanted to go home.

“Don’t be stubborn, Fang Zhou. You just said your hands are weak. If you spill the food later, wasting food is a shameful act.”

Chu Xinran quickly reverted to her gentle expression, her eyes twinkling as if she hadn’t just been shooting cold arrows.

“Useless masculinity has no place in a hospital room.”

Han Xi’s words were concise and to the point, turning Fang Zhou’s refusal into another meaning, leaving him no room to argue.

Fine, Han Xi was still the same, sharp-tongued but effective.

Forget it, it’s a matter of facing the inevitable. A man must be adaptable.

Fang Zhou silently turned his head to look out the window, where birds were already chirping on the branches.

Strangely enough, there were three birds sitting together, chirping harmoniously.

The lunch box was placed on the bedside table, and both Han Xi and Chu Xinran glanced at it before looking back at each other.

Great, back to the question of who would feed him.

“How about I feed him? Sister Han Xi didn’t rest well last night, so she can take this time to relax.”

Chu Xinran smiled brightly, looking pure and beautiful, like a freshly bloomed white lily.

Her reasoning was quite adequate, making people think she was very considerate, noticing even the smallest details.

If Han Xi had no interest in Fang Zhou, she might have agreed.

Unfortunately, Han Xi’s interest in Fang Zhou was clearly more than a little.

The usually emotionless woman had a rare smile on her lips.

“If I’m not mistaken, Xinran, your hand is injured. It might not be convenient for you either, right?”

Her gaze fell on Chu Xinran’s left arm, which was still bandaged.

With the weather getting warmer, long sleeves were no longer an option on the island. Most female guests wore short sleeves and dresses.

Chu Xinran was no exception. She wore an avocado-green dress today, with her black hair tied into a high ponytail, adorned with a matching ribbon.

She looked fresh and sweet, except for the bandage on her hand, everything was harmonious.

Caught off guard by her injury being pointed out, Chu Xinran showed a trace of panic.

Her eyes flashed with a hint of confusion, and she instinctively touched her left hand with her right, trying to cover the bandage, but quickly realized it was futile.

So, she calmly raised her head again.

“It’s just a scratch from accidentally hitting a reef in the sea, nothing serious. Don’t worry, Sister Han Xi.”

She tried to regain the conversation’s upper hand, unwilling to lose to another woman, especially in front of Fang Zhou.

Come on, this would make her look useless.

Fang Zhou, following their conversation, noticed the bandage on Chu Xinran’s hand.

That night, Qin Yun brought her some medicine. He wondered if she had been diligent in using it these past few days.

A wound, no matter how small, cut by a sharp object, couldn’t be painless.

Fang Zhou couldn’t figure out what Chu Xinran’s body was made of.

“Um, how about…”

“Ah! Ouch…”

Sensing what Fang Zhou was about to say, Chu Xinran slipped her hand under the blanket and quietly pinched his waist, her gaze filled with a blatant warning.

“Shut up.”

Fang Zhou, already halfway through his sentence, swallowed the rest.

Ouch, why did the sweet girl pinch so hard?

“What’s wrong?”

Hearing Fang Zhou’s sudden intake of breath, Han Xi asked, concerned.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Fang Zhou, enduring the pain in his waist, gritted his teeth and answered.

Han Xi’s suspicious gaze lingered on both of their faces for a moment but didn’t pursue it further.

Successfully silencing Fang Zhou, Chu Xinran withdrew her hand and smiled at Han Xi.

“There’s a soft seat over there, you can go rest for a while.”

It seemed she had declared her victory in this silent competition.

Han Xi slowly stood up from her seat, gently touching the flowers she had brought, then replied, “Fang Zhou ended up in the hospital because of my mistake.”

Her hand paused on a white lily, a shadow passing through her eyes before she mercilessly snapped its stem.

“If I miss the chance to make it up to him, I would feel very guilty.”

Han Xi straightened up, took the lily, and handed it to Fang Zhou.

“I think Fang Zhou would be happy to give me this chance, right?”

“After all, you wouldn’t want me to see you every day with guilt, would you?”

The usually decisive female CEO now looked at Fang Zhou with sincere, even slightly soft eyes.

This strong contrast left Fang Zhou speechless again.

Chu Xinran’s heart tightened, her hand resting on Fang Zhou’s blanket, her little face showing a touch of stubbornness, her gaze burning into Fang Zhou.

“Brother, I can do it.”

The sweet girl’s soft voice was like a mix of a plea and a threat.

The white lily in front of him seemed to carry two meanings.

One was Han Xi’s sincere apology, and the other symbolized Chu Xinran being easily broken by her.

As for whether to accept it or not, it was up to Fang Zhou.

Fang Zhou felt as if facing a great enemy, cursing the director countless times in his heart: You’re really something.