Chapter 474 - 302 has offended the evil god, they are all gift terminators.

Chapter 474: 302 has offended the evil god, they are all gift terminators.

On the way to the hospital with Shen Shuci, Tang Wan received a call from Fan Mingyu. He had just found out that Shen Shuci had arrived and wanted her to stay at their place. Learning that she had already checked into a hotel, he sighed.

"...We’re all family, why be so polite? Invite her to have dinner at our place tonight."

Tang Wan took the initiative and agreed on behalf of Shen Shuci, prompting her to frown involuntarily.

"You haven’t met them before, and my dad is there too. It’s just a dinner. Auntie is too enthusiastic, and I really couldn’t refuse," Tang Wan said apologetically with a smile.

Shen Shuci, after all, wasn’t very familiar with the Jiang Family. Even though she was of the same generation as Fan Mingyu and the others according to seniority, there was still an age difference. When dealing with them, she acted very humbly and always considered herself a junior. Without Tang Wan around, going to the Jiang Family for dinner would undoubtedly feel a bit awkward.

"Auntie, I’m serious, you really should get yourself a boyfriend," Tang Wan said, glancing sideways at her. Having grown up in an orphanage, her nature was always somewhat cold.

"You were busy with school before, but now you’ve graduated. Staying single isn’t ideal, and I’m already engaged. You’re my senior, after all."

"What type of person do you like? Do you want me to keep an eye out for you?"

...

Shen Shuci originally let it pass, thinking Tang Wan would drop the subject after a couple of remarks, but she kept going on and on without end. Shen Shuci frowned and turned to look at her, "Wanwan?"

"Uh-huh?"

"When I was your age, the elders, I never pressured you to find a partner, so..." you shouldn’t pressure me either.

"It’s normal for you to get engaged or married before me. Although I’m your elder, you’re older in age."

"Pfft—" Tang Wan nearly spat blood. Girls still don’t like to have their age pointed out.

...

Shen Shuci had specially brought some gifts from abroad and also bought a bouquet of flowers near the hospital before entering. Passing the nurses’ station on the way to the patient rooms, she encountered Zhou Zhongqing talking with a nurse.

"Uncle Zhou," Tang Wan whispered to greet him.

"Wanwan, wait a moment; I have something to tell you." Zhou Zhongqing wanted to instruct her on how to apply medicine to Jiang Jinsang’s wound. Jinsang was not one to cooperate with others, and apart from Tang Wan, he didn’t trust anyone else with this task.

Jiang Yanting helped Shen Shuci carry the gifts, lifting his arm slightly to signal, "Miss Shen, this way, let’s go over first."

Holding the bouquet, Shen Shuci nodded and led the way to the patient’s room.

"Room 1855." Jiang Yanting, hands full with items and struggling with the weight, remarked about the gifts that Shen Shuci had brought with her in the car and which he took over only upon arrival at the hospital. It was as if his hands were grasping two barbells—what exactly had she brought?

Jiang Jinsang’s room was easy to find since members of the Huo Family were standing outside chatting with Jiang Cuo and Jiang Jiu. They straightened up immediately upon seeing the two approaching.

...

Meanwhile, inside the patient room.

When Tang Wan arrived at the hospital, she had sent a message to Jiang Jinsang ahead of time. He looked towards the person basking in the sun, "Wanwan and her aunt are almost at the hospital."

The person glanced at his mechanical wristwatch, "It’s about time to leave."

"Thank you for coming to keep me company," Jiang Jinsang thanked him. After many years of mutual acquaintance, and although they occasionally exchanged barbs, he was quite familiar with the other’s temperament.

Tang Wan and Jiang Yanting had left him alone when they departed, which was why he had stayed a bit longer.

But he wasn’t one who liked being busy. Now that everyone was back, he was planning to leave.

He stood up, raised his hand to tidy up his clothes with a serious air. Even on his clothes, not a single wrinkle could remain. He had to keep them clean and tidy at all times—a habit likely developed from his profession, as meticulous in his work as he was with his attire. "Have you learned anything from reading that book?"

Jiang Jinsang lifted his brows and looked at him, "It’s all about teaching people dating techniques. Do you want to take a couple of books back with you?"

"No, thank you."

Perhaps from sitting too long, a crease had formed on the front of his shirt. He raised his hand to try to smooth it out but to no effect.

Before leaving, he looked back at Jiang Jinsang, "You seem to enjoy it quite a bit. If you like it so much, I’ll bring you some more next time."

"..."

Just in that moment of turning to speak, the door to the patient room opened, and a large bouquet of Calla Lilies faced him. He was too close to the door, and the flowers accidentally brushed against his clothes.

"Sorry," Shen Shuci hadn’t expected someone to be blocking the doorway.

But the person was so tall; she had to look up slightly to meet his eyes, and the accidental eye contact startled her, causing her heart to race. Having grown up in an orphanage, she didn’t claim to have a sharp eye for people, yet she was observant, and her intuition told her: