Chapter 32: Dr. Pei’s Top-Tier Home-Infiltration Skills
This question sent a ripple through the calm waters of Fu Yue’s heart.
He… had never thought about it.
Back in the real world, he barely had enough time for his “996” work schedule, let alone dating.
Since transmigrating into this book, he had been constantly surrounded by a group of men, leaving his impression of “emotion” as nothing but panic and the urge to flee.
Fu Yue felt a bit bewildered, as if asking the other person and himself at the same time, “Love is…? Tolerance and sacrifice? Possession and passion? Or… something else?”
“I’ve seen many patients,” Pei Luomian’s voice was steady. “When illness strips away those superficial layers, what they crave most isn’t usually money or fame, but a very pure feeling of ‘being understood’ and ‘being needed’.”
Fu Yue’s heart was lightly touched.
He followed Pei Luomian’s train of thought and analyzed, “Just like the protagonists in the movie. They aren’t accepted by society and even torture each other, but only in front of the other person are they truly whole.”
Once the words left his mouth, Fu Yue himself was stunned.
He seemed to understand that feeling a little bit now.
Pei Luomian’s gaze was calm and deep. He suddenly asked, “When talking about this feeling, who do you think of?”
Fu Yue fell into thought.
He began an uncontrollable internal search, like retrieving a keyword from a massive database.
One by one, silhouettes emerged indistinctly.
Who is it? Who am I looking for?
Fu Yue was startled to realize that he actually seemed to unconsciously search for someone’s figure.
Is it a lover?
The word made him hesitant to confirm.
On the opposite side, Pei Luomian did not press him for an answer. He simply lowered his head, using a small spoon to gently stir the Thai iced tea in front of him. His cold face looked as if he were lost in thought.
Until the meal ended, Fu Yue did not take the initiative to continue that topic, and Pei Luomian did not ask again.
Walking out of the restaurant, the evening breeze carried a chill.
Only then did Fu Yue realize in hindsight that this dinner with the iceberg doctor had been surprisingly comfortable.
“Cold?” Pei Luomian’s voice sounded beside him.
“It’s okay, just…” Before Fu Yue could finish his sentence, a cool sensation covered his forehead.
It was the back of Pei Luomian’s hand.
His fingers were long, his knuckles well-defined, carrying the clean scent unique to a doctor.
Fu Yue froze, instinctively wanting to pull back.
“Don’t move.” Pei Luomian’s brows furrowed slightly. He only touched him for two seconds before withdrawing his hand. “Your body temperature isn’t normal.”
“Maybe the curry was too spicy,” Fu Yue said stubbornly, but the heat rising uncontrollably in his cheeks betrayed him.
“Sweat from spiciness is hot, but your forehead is burning.” Pei Luomian pierced through his lie incisively, then pointed to the brightly lit building not far away. “The hospital is very close. Go to my office; I have cooling patches there.”
Pei Luomian’s tone wasn’t a suggestion.
Fu Yue wanted to struggle a bit more, but arguing with a top-tier doctor about whether he had a fever was undoubtedly teaching a fish how to swim.
Ten minutes later, Fu Yue was sitting in the Dean’s office on the 14th floor of Mary Hospital.
This was Fu Yue’s first time inside his office.
The space was arranged in an orderly fashion and didn’t feel oppressive.
Pei Luomian told him to sit still while he turned to walk toward a row of white cabinets.
He opened one of the glass doors.
Clang—
The crisp sound of metal instruments colliding with a metal tray rang out.
In a hospital environment, such a sound was amplified.
Fu Yue involuntarily stiffened his body.
Pei Luomian walked over carrying a square stainless steel tray, keenly capturing his tension.
“Scared?”
Pei Luomian gently placed the tray on the desk, trying not to make any more noise.
Fu Yue glanced at it. The tray only held a pack of cooling patches and a pair of straight surgical scissors.
Fu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he had overreacted. He felt a bit embarrassed. “Who… who’s scared!”
Pei Luomian raised an eyebrow, his tone teasing. “It’s a normal physiological reaction to feel tense when hearing the clatter of instruments. Don’t worry, I won’t use any ‘strange’ things on you.”
“…”
Fu Yue thought to himself, That sentence in itself is already very strange, okay?
Pei Luomian used the scissors to cut open the packaging of the cooling patch and gestured for Fu Yue to lean closer.
Fu Yue leaned forward slightly.
Pei Luomian leaned down, his cool fingertips brushing away the stray hairs on Fu Yue’s forehead, carefully avoiding his skin.
The cooling patch, carrying a fresh minty fragrance, was gently applied to his forehead.
The distance was very close—so close that Fu Yue could smell the clean scent of soap on him and feel the slightly warm breath he exhaled while speaking.
“There.”
Pei Luomian straightened up and took a step back. His gaze remained on Fu Yue’s flushed face. He spoke up, “On the contrary, you.”
“Me what?”
“Did you… use some strange things?”
This question was full of implication.
Fu Yue’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately retorted, “No! I told you, it was from the spicy curry!”
“Is that so?” Pei Luomian’s eyes were filled with the words “I don’t believe you,” but he didn’t ask further. He simply turned and put the tray back in its place.
“Don’t leave until your temperature goes down. Rest here for a bit.”
He dimmed the office lights slightly, leaving only a warm desk lamp.
Fu Yue nodded obediently.
If it were any other time, he probably would have found an excuse to slip away long ago, but today was special.
The cooling patch on his forehead sent waves of coolness, and he did indeed feel a bit exhausted.
Opposite him, Pei Luomian turned on his computer.
Seeing that he had started working, Fu Yue took out his phone, opened a travel app, and began browsing nearby hotels.
He swiped through the screen, his “decision paralysis” flaring up. His brows furrowed unconsciously.
Today, Ji Hanmo had already sent a “Keep Your Distance” warning through HR. Naturally, it wasn’t convenient for him to go back to that big boss’s residence.
So, he was back to being homeless.
However, he had Ji Hanmo’s secondary card in his pocket. Finding a place to stay would be simple.
This card was an advance on his project salary; he deserved it. Fu Yue used it without any psychological burden.
The Rose Hotel’s gym was good, the island-wide car shuttle service was practical, and the breakfast at Poly was said to be delicious.
Fu Yue’s fingers swiped back and forth, feeling troubled.
“What’s wrong?”
Pei Luomian’s voice came from behind the desk.
He didn’t look up, his gaze still fixed on the computer screen, yet he seemed to have a full grasp of Fu Yue’s every move.
“I have nowhere to go tonight. I’m looking for a hotel,” Fu Yue spoke the truth.
Pei Luomian’s typing stopped.
He looked at Fu Yue, thinking for a moment. “I can recommend a place for you.”
“Where?”
“There’s a high-end apartment hotel nearby that’s quite good. It has great security and privacy. I often stay there to make it easier to handle emergency situations at the hospital in the middle of the night.”
Pei Luomian picked up his phone, his fingertips sliding across the screen. “It has a sky pool and a 24-hour gym. There’s a buffet for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and the rooms have kitchens.”
Upon hearing this, Fu Yue immediately thought it sounded good.
Seeing Fu Yue’s look of satisfaction, Pei Luomian said, “Shall I book a room for you? I know the hotel manager; I can get a discount.”
“Sure, thank you.” Fu Yue couldn’t ask for more and nodded immediately.
Pei Luomian operated his phone.
Soon, Fu Yue’s phone made a ding sound—he had received a push notification for a successful booking.
“It’s done.” Pei Luomian put down his phone. “You’re in the middle of a lot of trouble right now. Moving to another place to live and getting some peace might be for the best.”
“?”
A lot of trouble?
Fu Yue was full of question marks. “Where is this coming from?”
Pei Luomian looked at his confused face and was a bit surprised. “The Ji Group is practically going crazy with rumors. You actually didn’t know? You really have a large heart.”
Fu Yue’s heart thudded as an ominous feeling surged up again.
“It shouldn’t be that big of a deal.”
Fu Yue was thinking about how Ji Hanmo had asked him to keep his distance.
Between him and Ji Hanmo, it wasn’t some earth-shattering couple relationship. At most, it was a minister losing favor and being banished by the Emperor.
Was it really necessary?
Pei Luomian didn’t speak; he just sent Fu Yue a chat record from a gossip group.
Fu Yue finally realized that things were wrong!
“Explicit love talk?”
“Sea King?”
“Time management master?”
“Stepping on… four boats at once?”
Fu Yue’s eyes grew wider and wider, his mouth hanging open.
“What… what on earth is all this?!” He was shocked beyond measure.
“Don’t worry, there’s more.” Pei Luomian swiped the screen and sent Fu Yue a screenshot.
It was an update on Chen Bai’s personal social media account from a few hours ago.
The content was simple, only five words:
[I believe in Fu Yue.]
“It’s not like he didn’t come out to clarify,” Pei Luomian said.
But the comment section below this long screenshot had already been overrun:
[Heavens! What is the situation? The main party personally stepped in?]
[I believe you… isn’t that just a disguised admission! So Fu Yue really is pursuing Chen Bai!]
[My god, that rumor earlier about Young Master Fu stepping on two boats, could it be true?]
[The wealthy families really play dirty in private. This is too exciting!]
The comment section wasn’t exactly explosive, but for the small circle following these people’s movements, it was nothing short of an 8-magnitude earthquake.
The “late-night meeting with a male escort” rumor that had been forcibly suppressed earlier was also dug up by someone in the comments, linking it to today’s “Love Letter Incident.”
Fu Yue immediately took out his phone and refreshed Chen Bai’s social media page, only to find that the post had already vanished.
Clearly, after seeing the direction of the comments go completely off-track, Chen Bai had panicked and deleted it.
“Someone should have helped you suppress the heat,” Pei Luomian said. “So, the matter hasn’t hit the trending searches. It’s just causing a stir within the company.”
Only now did Fu Yue understand the reason why everyone’s eyes had been so strange when looking at him today.
It turned out he had become the protagonist of a massive gossip story without even knowing it.
The clown was actually himself.
Fu Yue lowered his head in dejection.
An excellent wingman plan had actually fermented into a misunderstanding and a farce.
“Fu Yue, what exactly is going on?” Pei Luomian’s voice was very calm, like a doctor in a consulting room asking a patient who was reluctant to speak.
Fu Yue looked at his phone, his face embarrassed.
Being the ghostwriter for a love letter was the kind of thing that could lead to “social death” for a bunch of people.
One Fu Yue was a professional writer of erotic short essays, and one Chen Bai needed someone else to write even his love letters.
And then there was Ji Linye, who couldn’t even figure out his own boyfriend’s “needs.”
Pei Luomian tapped his fingertips. “You can feel safe telling me. I can analyze it for you from a professional perspective.”
Fu Yue hesitated for a few seconds before choosing to speak.
He did indeed want someone he could consult with.
Thus, he spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube—from Chen Bai saying Ji Linye was “frigid,” to his discussion with Chen Bai about “stripping off” Ji Linye’s outer layer, to how he helped ghostwrite the love letter, and how Chen Bai was too shy to do anything but print and sign it before delivering the letter. He recounted the entire process from beginning to end.
Even someone as calm as Pei Luomian fell silent for a moment after hearing the story.
He pondered for a while, unable to find a suitable evaluation for a moment, and only spoke five words: “Your writing is very good.”
“…” Fu Yue’s face instantly turned red, burning from his cheeks all the way to his ears.
“Dean Pei, didn’t we agree that you’d analyze this for me from a professional perspective?”
What was it with this iceberg teasing him as well?
Just then, a soft creak sounded in the office.
A door in the corner opened.
A figure walked out from behind it.
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