Jian Hang had also been thinking about when to move to the villa recently. After moving there, she could see him every day, and he could cook for her when he wasn’t too busy.

But he never pushed her.

And she had been really too busy recently.

So the move was put on hold.

He had already urged her, and Jian Hang didn’t like to put on airs, so she said cheerfully, “I’ll move in when I get discharged from the hospital.”

Qin Moling pushed the business cards of the maid and Aunt Geng to her phone, “Look for them before moving.”

“No need, I don’t have much,” Jian Hang refused without thinking. However, she still saved their numbers. When she moved to Qin Moling’s villa, she would definitely cause trouble for them.

This matter nicely interrupted the awkwardness of the suit jacket falling to the floor.

Qin Moling leaned against the window and drank coffee. From time to time he glanced at the bouquet of flowers on the bedside table. No need to guess—they were bought by Tan Feng.

When about one-third of the current bag of IV drip was left, Jian Hang wanted to go to the bathroom. At this time, Qin Moling had already finished his coffee and strode to the bathroom with his empty cup.

Jian Hang had already lifted the quilt and had to sit back again, waiting for him to finish washing the cup.

Qin Moling rinsed the cup and put it back in the tea cabinet.

“You have a good rest,” he said.

This meant he was leaving.

From the time he entered the ward to now, he only had time for a cup of coffee. When he came to the hospital to see her, it was like he was going through the motions and only came here to clock in.

Jian Hang didn’t force him to stay or leave.

Before he left, she needed a favor from him, “Can you get the high heels for me, thank you.”

There were no slippers by the bed, and the high heels were a little far away from the bed and she couldn’t reach them.

Qin Moling hesitated for a moment before walking over.

Jian Hang saw the hesitation in his eyes. A man like him had always occupied a high position. He had no feelings for her, and he suddenly had to bend down to get her shoes—it was indeed a bit awkward.

But she really wouldn’t ask for his help unless it was absolutely necessary.

When the shoes were brought to the side of the bed, Jian Hang pretended as if nothing had happened. She lifted the quilt and moved to sit on the edge of the bed to put on her shoes.

Qin Moling guessed that she was going to the bathroom, so he took the IV bag off its holder and handed it to her.

“Thank you.” Jian Hang had put on her shoes and stood upright.

However, after not eating for a day, her body was weak and her legs were like a newborn fawn’s. In addition, the heels were too high. As soon as she took half a step, her feet stumbled and she almost fell down.

The moment her eyes went blank, something tightened around her and she gained strength enough to cling to something.

Jian Hang was leaning in Qin Moling’s arms, her right hand still holding the IV bag high.

Qin Moling held her waist with one hand and held her left hand—where the needle was inserted—with the other hand, fearing that the blood would run back the tube.

The smell of disinfectant in the ward was diluted by the refreshing scent of his body.

Jian Hang took a deep breath. Before this, she had had no physical contact with Qin Moling.

Qin Moling’s hands were still around Jian Hang’s waist. She was so thin that he could almost hold her waist with both hands, and her whole body didn’t weigh much in his arms.

With such a frail body, it was no wonder she fainted.

“There should be slippers, right?” Jian Hang broke the awkward moment.

To be on the safe side, she decided to change her shoes.

Qin Moling didn’t know if there was any, so he helped her sit back on the bed while he went to look for slippers in the closet.

There were simple toiletries in the cabinet, and he found a pair of women’s slippers for her.

Putting on the flat slippers, Jian Hang was able to go to the bathroom smoothly this time.

When she came out, Qin Moling was no longer standing around the bed.

Jian Hang hung the intravenous drip bag, turned around, and saw him standing at the door of the ward. She thought he had left long ago.

Seeing that she was back on the bed safely, Qin Moling finally opened the door and went out.

… …

Secretary Gao was waiting in the corridor outside the door. When she saw her boss coming out, she cheered up, followed quietly, and went downstairs with her boss.

They had rushed back to the hospital from the airport. They had already passed customs but the boss decided to come back. It was something she hadn’t expected.

She rebooked their flight to an early morning one and now had to rush back to the airport.

In the claustrophobic and silent elevator, Qin Moling suddenly said to Secretary Gao, “Try to shorten this trip as much as possible.”

Secretary Gao knew why without asking, “I will make arrangements.” She then asked for instructions, “What do you need me to do about the hospital stay?” Before boarding the plane, she needed to make the arrangements.

Qin Moling said, “I will do it myself.”

Secretary Gao knew what was going on: he would not be relieved until he personally asked about Jian Hang’s matter.

… … translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

In the ward.

It was deserted again.

Jian Hang looked at the suit on the chair. When Qin Moling left just now, he didn’t even look at the suit. It seemed that he really disliked it now.

When Qin Moling left, he didn’t say when he would come to the hospital again, nor did he ask when she would be discharged.

When all the IV bags have been consumed, Aunt Geng came over to bring dinner.

Aunt Geng brought her soft and delicious congee, a few refreshing side dishes, and steamed shrimp dumplings.

After setting things up the, Aunt Geng placed the food on the table, “Moling said you like steamed shrimp dumplings, I made them fresh, you can try them.”

Jian Hang was slightly startled. She didn’t even know that she liked steamed shrimp dumplings?

She used to eat a few of them regularly when she was a kid, but later she only ate them occasionally. It wasn’t something she especially liked.

If she hadn’t known that Qin Moling had never been keen on relationships and didn’t have a white moonlight or a cinnabar mole that he couldn’t forget, she would have doubted whether one of the women he liked before liked to eat steamed shrimp dumplings, so he confused her with them.

Jian Hang was so hungry that she consumed a large bowl of congee, several side dishes, and all eight steamed shrimp dumplings.

Aunt Geng felt a sense of accomplishment when she saw Jian Hang eat everything she had cooked. She smiled and said, “It seems you really like steamed shrimp dumplings so much, I’ll make them for you again tomorrow.”

Jian Hang didn’t like steamed dumplings at all. She ate them all because she was hungry.

She smiled and said, “Aunt Geng, don’t bother. I’ll be discharged from the hospital tomorrow.”

“It’s no trouble.” Aunt Geng didn’t know what Jian Hang was thinking. She was immersed in her own sense of accomplishment. “When you move into the villa, if you want to eat it, I will make it for you every day. I am the best at making steamed shrimp dumplings.”

Jian Hang: “…Thank you, Aunt Geng.”

Aunt Geng went all the way to deliver food to her in this rainy weather. She couldn’t refuse her kindness right in her face.

Marriage First, Love Later translated by Maela @ whitemoonlighttranslations.com

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T/N: I love steamed shrimp dumplings. You can also see them sometimes called ‘crystal’ shrimp dumplings; the really good ones have wrappings so thin they’re translucent. And they’re generally not big, about the size of a golf ball, so no wonder Jian Hang could finish 8 of them in one go haha.

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