County Hospital entrance.
Chu Shihan, supported by Lin Fan, carefully walked out of the hospital ward. She couldn't help it, as she still felt what only a woman who had just lost her innocence could understand—a tearing sensation, that burning pain.
She had pushed herself to the limit in front of Lin Fan's parents, suppressing her discomfort. Yet, the smile on her face was so full of happiness as she pointed to the Mercedes-Benz and said, "Feng, you can keep this car; I'll drive the Volkswagen back."
"No need, I'm fine with the Volkswagen. You keep the Mercedes; I don't need that kind of status anyway."
Lin Fan knew well that Chu Shihan wanted to lend him face by providing the luxury vehicle, but he was just a junior clerk—why need a car worth a million?
"How could that be? Don't forget, I'm now the Lin Family's future daughter-in-law, and you're the Chu Family's future son-in-law. We must keep up appearances to some extent. Plus, I've prepared some gifts for you in the trunk."
