The drunk Qi You was full of nonsense. One moment, she said that she had no parents, and the next moment, she said that her parents wanted to sell her. Fang Yan was caught between laughter and tears.
Fortunately, Ren Yuan found her quickly and promised Fang Yan that he would send Qi You home safely.
This made Fang Yan's negative impression of Ren Yuan waver slightly.
In Fang Yan's opinion, someone who could help or patiently accompany someone at the lowest point of their lives was not too bad.
In the car, Cheng Zheng's voice pulled Fang Yan back to reality.
"Has anyone ever said that a passenger like you is not suitable to be placed in the front passenger seat on a long journey?"
Fang Yan asked, "Why?"
Cheng Zheng smiled. "You're too quiet. I'll think you're asleep and sleep with you."
Fang Yan focused her attention on the second half of the sentence. Her cheeks were red, and she quickly shook her head to wake herself up.
"No wonder in the past… My friend liked to let me sit in the back row when he was driving. He even said that he was afraid that I would work too hard."
Cheng Zheng snorted softly. "Don't worry, I'm different. You still have to suffer. From now on, the co-pilot seat will be yours. If you dare to sleep, I'll cut your hair with a scalpel."
Cheng Zheng freed one hand and gestured at the half of Fang Yan's long hair.
"Then you're not a good person either!" Fang Yan tilted her head slightly and avoided Cheng Zheng's outstretched finger.
Cheng Zheng missed, but he didn't mind. Instead, he asked another question. "I heard that you've been praising Chief Physician Cheng whenever you meet someone recently. Head Nurse Liu has even seen it a few times."
Fang Yan recalled her awkward conversation and was speechless.
Because of the mess Zhang Yan had caused, Fang Yan wanted to salvage Cheng Zheng's impression in the eyes of some patients, so she put in a lot of good words for Cheng Zheng.
Unexpectedly, after a few rounds, the other party was tired of listening. Someone even asked, "Director Cheng even studied the medical records when he got home from work? Did he whisper into your ear to tell you?"
Fang Yan choked on a few bottles of water.
Why couldn't she remember this question when she met Li Hui?
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became!
Therefore, Fang Yan was not in a good mood when facing Cheng Zheng. "Dean Cheng, you're still so childish at your age. Did you call me out on the weekend to interview me about my dark history?"
"I want to tell you that you don't have to care about what others say. Almost every month, a new batch of patients will be admitted to the inpatient department. You can't control them all. Besides, didn't you persuade me not to care about other people's gossip back then? Why are you conflicted now?"
While Cheng Zheng was waiting for the traffic light to turn green, he turned to look at Fang Yan. The latter was still sulking.
Cheng Zheng had no choice but to change the topic.
He turned on the car music. It was Lin Hai's "Voice Thoughts". The crisp notes flowed out. Fang Yan enjoyed it. She thought to herself that not every boy liked rock music.
After half an album, Cheng Zheng parked his car in front of a garden villa.
Fang Yan got out of the car and felt that this place looked more and more familiar.
"Isn't this that private custom-made shop? Is the thing we ordered done?"
Cheng Zheng held Fang Yan's hand and leaned over to look at her. "Yes, our things are ready, but this house is not theirs. This is my home. It will be our home from now on."
Fang Yan looked at the quiet three-story building. Judging from the time and direction of their car, they should be in the Second Ring Road, an area where every inch of land was worth gold.
"Are you saying that you bought this house?"
"That's right. Are you worried that you'll take on the mortgage? No, I'm paying in full." Cheng Zheng pulled Fang Yan to the door and entered her fingerprint. He also recorded Fang Yan's fingerprint on it.
Although it was not her first time here, Fang Yan's mood was completely different from the last time.
Scrutiny, curiosity, joy, and a little bit of disbelief.
Actually, from the first time she walked in, Fang Yan had fallen in love.
Cheng Zheng brought her around briefly. Only then did Fang Yan know that only one floor of this house had been renovated. The upper two floors only had snow-white walls.
"I'm not sure what style you'd like, and you're an art student. I thought it would be better to leave you some room to play."
Fang Yan had become famous at a young age. Her paintings were very popular internationally, so in the past two years, Fang Yan had not lacked money. However, she did not dare to think about living in such a place.
"This is the first time I know that a doctor's career prospects are so bright. Director Cheng, you didn't rob a bank behind my back, did you?"