"Impressive. You've even learned how to slit your wrists now."
Shen Lang sat down beside Ye Yinan's bed, holding her cold, fair arm. He glanced at the blood-soaked bandages on her wrist and teased her, albeit with a hint of heartache.
"But for someone like you, I guess the pain from slitting your wrist feels more like a reward, doesn't it?"
**[Ding! Ye Yinan's affection for the host has increased by 5 points, currently at 58 points. Keep it up!]**
"It... it still hurts, you know."
Seeing the boy she longed for return to her side, Ye Yinan wiped her tears, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed with joy and complained.
"Damn it, it didn't feel good at all when I did it. But knowing you had left, the pain in my heart was even worse. Nothing else seemed to matter anymore."
Ye Yinan didn't blame Shen Lang for leaving without a word or for deleting her from his WeChat. To her, who had just pulled herself out of extreme emotions, Shen Lang's return was already the greatest happiness.
Shen Lang gently wiped away her tears and asked with interest, "I heard from your father on the way here that you scolded your parents at home?"
"They said you took their money and told me to break up with you peacefully."
Ye Yinan's eyes flashed with resentment and grievance as she nodded.
"But I know you're not like that. It must have been my dad threatening you."
"That old rascal," Shen Lang muttered under his breath, casting a sidelong glance at the elderly couple eavesdropping outside the door.
First, they told me to leave her. Now, they're calling me back. As if being ordered around wasn't bad enough, they've even pinned the blame entirely on me!
If Ye Yinan hadn't survived, Shen Lang would have been consumed with guilt.
"You can't scold them like that anymore. It's not effective." Shen Lang straightened up, giving her a proper lesson.
"Next time they act up, just call them 'old rascal.' It's straightforward and direct. My sister used to call me that all the time."
"Why isn't it effective?" Ye Yinan blinked her curious eyes. "And what does 'old rascal' mean?"
"It means disrespectful old people. As for why it's not effective, well, it's because you don't have the right tools."
Shen Lang explained briefly, then added mischievously, "These kinds of words have impact when men say them. A girl like you, saying such things while looking this pretty, would only make people wish you'd act on it."
Ye Yinan froze for a moment, then shyly hid under the blanket. Peeking out with embarrassed eyes, she muttered, "You're so annoying!"
"Ha! As long as you know. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere else?"
"No, as soon as you came back, I felt perfectly fine."
The two began chatting comfortably. Ye Yinan's mood gradually improved, and she even laughed at Shen Lang's jokes. The light returned to her previously lifeless eyes.
The couple at the door, along with Zhang Xiuni, who had just finished discussing the situation with the doctor, were stunned by the harmonious scene in the room.
They couldn't believe that the same girl who had been so desperate earlier was now smiling and joking like a child who had just been given candy.
Had it not been for the wounds on her wrist, no one would believe that the cheerful girl on the bed had attempted to take her life with a piece of tile less than an hour ago.
Zhang Xiuni couldn't help but admire Shen Lang's eloquence. "What a talker. It's a shame he's not working with me."
"What do you think? Should we still stop them from seeing each other?"
Zhong Meiru looked at her lively daughter with lingering fear.
At that moment, Ye Yinan's vibrant demeanor was something Zhong Meiru had never witnessed before as a mother.
"What can we do? Yinan clearly can't live without him anymore."
Ye Hai sighed heavily.
"Forget it. After the New Year, we'll talk to his parents and set a date for their wedding."
After some thought, Ye Hai acknowledged that although Shen Lang was from humble beginnings, he had his merits.
Ye Hai had seen the short videos Shen Lang made. Although the content occasionally skirted the edge of decency, it was undeniably profitable.
After their marriage, Ye Hai planned to bring Shen Lang into his company, giving him a proper position. He might not be the best son-in-law, but he could manage.
Of course, the main reason was that his foolish daughter couldn't live without him anymore.
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About ten minutes later, the couple and Zhang Xiuni entered the ward.
Seeing this, Shen Lang tactfully moved away from the bed to give them space.
"Hello, Shen Lang. I'm Ye Yinan's attending physician, Zhang Xiuni. She often talks about you when we're together."
Zhang Xiuni extended her hand warmly, smiling as she greeted him.
"By the way, I've also been following your short videos. I guess I'm your fan."
"Hello, hello."
Shen Lang returned her smile and shook her hand, discreetly observing her figure.
He couldn't help but admire her physique—tall, blonde, and blue-eyed, clearly of mixed descent.
Her gray professional outfit clung tightly to her body, the fabric almost strained to its limits.
Shen Lang thought to himself, *Her figure is amazing for someone just 25 years old. But foreign women tend to age quickly...*
Just as his thoughts began to wander, the system options appeared.
**[1: You're the most beautiful mixed-race girl I've ever seen. Your eyes sparkle like stars. Can you teach me English? What's your WeChat ID?]**
**[2: Inquire about Ye Yinan's condition, use it to start a conversation, and ask for her contact information to discuss it further. Arrange a meeting and gradually win her over.]**
**[3: Hi there. Have you considered being my leading lady? With your physique, any scene involving you falling over would certainly be spectacularly eye-catching.]**