The baby slapped me, and I said, "Sit on my lap and slap me."

Chapter 103 Getting Old Requires More Nourishment

On the other end of the phone, Wen Yu's gentle smile vanished the moment he put down his phone.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, lightly touched the cold glass with his fingertip, and a cold, sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

Accompanying you to a medical checkup?

Oh.

It's a shame that Song Yunyan could come up with such a clumsy excuse.

He picked up the intercom, his voice calm and even, "Qin Yue, prepare some supplements suitable for fracture patients, the best and most 'appropriate' ones."

He deliberately emphasized the word "correct symptoms".

"Yes, young master."

Qin Yue agreed, understanding perfectly.

Having followed Wen Yu for many years, he naturally understood what the young master wanted.

Wen Yu put down the phone, turned his gaze to the bustling street scene outside the window, and curled up a cold smile on his lips.

Accompanying you for the medical examination, right?

He will definitely spend time with him.

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In the ward, Song Yunyan took out a small mirror and adjusted his expression.

The curve of the lips should be just right, not too deliberate, but natural and conveying the vulnerability unique to those suffering from illness.

Your gaze should be gentle, yet subtly convey a sense of dependence and a need for help...

He practiced repeatedly until the smile in the mirror was both pleasing to the eye and conveyed just the right amount of weakness and helplessness, before he was satisfied and put the mirror down.

Not long after, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.

Song Yunyan cleared his throat, making sure his voice was low, hoarse, and tired, "Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and Su Qingyao walked in.

She was carrying two rather exquisite-looking gift boxes, and had a concerned smile on her face.

Song Yunyan was overjoyed, and a prepared smile immediately appeared on his face. His tone was gentle and carried a hint of polite reproach.

"Qingyao, you're being too polite. You're already here, why bring anything..."

Before she could finish speaking, a tall figure followed closely behind Su Qingyao and squeezed into the ward, instantly making a strong impression.

Wen Yu was carrying at least seven or eight beautifully packaged gift boxes of various sizes.

He walked with a steady gait, wore an impeccable social smile, and spoke casually and naturally, yet he directly interrupted Song Yunyan before he could finish speaking.

"Of course I'll come. How can I visit a patient without bringing anything? Mr. Song, you're too kind."

The moment Song Yunyan saw Wen Yu's figure appear, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his pupils involuntarily contracted slightly.

The discomfort of old and new grudges welled up in my heart, and the sutures in my left leg, which were almost healed, seemed to start to ache again.

His lips twitched uncontrollably, and he almost lost his composure.

But he quickly regained his composure thanks to his strong self-control, though his smile looked somewhat forced.

"I... I didn't expect Young Master Wen to be here too."

Su Qingyao smiled and nodded, "Yes, didn't Brother Yunyan say that you need help with the examination? I thought that Ayu is a boy and stronger, so he can definitely help you more than I can."

Ayu?

When this affectionate nickname was uttered by Su Qingyao for the first time, Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat, as if it had been gently tickled by a feather.

He turned his head to look at Su Qingyao, and met her playful wink.

Yu Yu is family, so of course we should call her affectionately!

A broad smile spread across Wen Yu's eyes, and every pore on his body radiated a sense of comfort.

He placed a large pile of gifts on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, almost forming a small mountain.

Then she turned to face Song Yunyan and said with a forced smile, "Mr. Song, this is a small token of my and my baby's appreciation. It's nothing special."

His long, slender fingers traced each of the gift boxes, as if he knew them intimately.

"This is top-grade wild Liaoning sea cucumber, the best for nourishing vital energy."

"These are deer antler slices from Changbai Mountain. They are good for warming the kidneys, strengthening yang, and fortifying muscles and bones."

"These few are genuine century-old wild ginseng, the best for replenishing qi and blood, strengthening the body and nourishing the vital energy. Mr. Song was seriously injured this time, and his vital energy was greatly depleted. He needs these."

"Oh, there are these too."

He then pointed to several boxes with modern packaging.

"Imported collagen peptides promote cartilage repair, while high-concentration calcium and vitamin D supplements help bone healing. These are all cutting-edge research products with guaranteed effectiveness."

After Wen Yu finished his introduction, he put his hands back in his pockets, leaned slightly forward, and looked at Song Yunyan with an almost "benevolent" gaze.

His tone was sincere, yet it carried an invisible barb.

"Mr. Song is not young anymore, and he has suffered a lot this time, which has taken a toll on his body. He needs to be properly nourished. These are all carefully selected high-quality products, so don't be stingy with them. Be sure to take them on time and in the right amount, so that you can get back to your best and be even stronger than before you were injured."

Song Yunyan's smile froze completely, his lips twitched, and he almost burst out laughing on the spot.

He's only twenty-five!

Where is he "not young"?!

Moreover, his fracture had not fully healed, and the attending physician repeatedly instructed him to eat a light diet and gradually increase his intake to avoid being overly nourished!

Why did Wen Yu dump such a huge pile of sea cucumbers, deer antlers, and old ginseng on him? Was it because his bones were growing too fast, or was he trying to just take him away?

Looking at Wen Yu's incredibly irritating face and listening to his seemingly relevant but actually venomous words, he felt a tightness in his chest, and the dull pain in his legs seemed to worsen.

Wen Yu seemed oblivious to Song Yunyan's barely concealed expression, and even considerately added a comment.

"If Mr. Song doesn't know how to take it, or is worried about drug interactions, I can have a nutritionist from Wen's come over and create a special supplement plan for you."

"Guaranteed to achieve twice the result with half the effort"

He emphasized the last four words slightly more, and a hint of cold mockery that only Song Yunyan could understand flashed in his eyes.

Song Yunyan took a deep breath, his nails almost digging into his palms, just to barely keep his voice steady.

"...Mrs. Wen, you're too kind. Such expensive tonics...I'm afraid I can't afford them. The doctor advised me to stick to a light diet for now."

"Really?" Wen Yu raised an eyebrow, giving Su Qingyao an innocent look as if to say, "Why won't you listen to advice?"

"Baby, look, Mr. Song is being too polite with us. Is it because the gift I chose isn't to his liking?"

Su Qingyao shook her head. "It's okay, I think you did a great job."

She looked at Song Yunyan, "Brother Yunyan, Ayu's kindness is heartfelt. Please accept it first. Once you feel better, ask the doctor what kind of diet is appropriate. You can take your time to replenish your body. There's no rush."

Looking into Su Qingyao's clear and concerned eyes, Song Yunyan glanced at Wen Yu's pretense of "I am very generous and considerate".

A lump formed in my throat, I couldn't swallow it.

Is Su Qingyao blind? Can't she see Wen Yu's blatant targeting?

This is hardly the proper way to visit someone in the hospital and give them a gift.

This is clearly a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken—it's all ill-intentioned!