The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend

It’s serious...

So you’re saying Chi Yu beat him half to death!?

Gu Yuan was speechless and silent.

Dao An was quick in handling things, checking one by one, and finally found out which hospital Wen Bo was currently admitted to. As soon as Gu Yuan got the address, she went straight to the hospital and walked to the door according to the room number given by the nurse.

Dao An held the bouquet of flowers President Gu had just bought in one hand and opened the door with the other: "President Gu, this is the room. Wen Bo has been staying here for three days since he got out of the detention center."

Gu Yuan responded with a hum, carrying her bag inside.

Wen Bo, still recuperating and not yet fully healed, was supposed to be discharged today, and the discharge procedures were being processed. At the moment, he lay on the hospital bed eating a banana, with gauze still on his forehead and cheeks, and several places on his body covered by clothes.

On the LCD TV opposite, a certain hilarious variety show was playing.

Wen Bo was laughing so hard he was thrashing about, it seemed like the hospital bed was about to collapse under him.

But when Wen Bo saw who opened the door and walked in, the banana in his hand suddenly snapped, fell onto the pillow with a ’plop,’ and then rolled onto the floor.

"You..." Wen Bo looked as if he had seen a ghost.

The rhythmic click-clack of high heels sounded, and Gu Yuan walked in with a smile: "I thought my uncle would be sickly and weak in the hospital; I overthought it. You look energetic, lively as a dragon and leaping like a tiger."

Wen Bo: "..."

Recalling what he had recently experienced, Wen Bo showed all his apprehension towards Gu Yuan on his face.

He pulled his legs back, watching Gu Yuan enter with caution: "Why are you here? Who let you come? You’re not welcome here."

"What kind of question is that, uncle? Do I need anyone’s permission to visit my sick and hospitalized uncle in the hospital?" Gu Yuan placed her bag on the cabinet beside the bed casually yet with a chilling aura surrounding her.

Dao An came in, still holding a bouquet of flowers.

A bouquet... of chrysanthemums.

Dao An placed the fresh bunch of chrysanthemums on the cabinet on the other side of the bed and said to Wen Bo, "Mr. Wen, President Gu specially came to see you and even bought you a bouquet of flowers. Wishing you a speedy recovery, hope you recognize good intentions."

Wen Bo: "..."

Is this how you visit a sick person?

Bringing chrysanthemums?

Why not just bring a wreath!!!

Wen Bo’s face darkened.

He reached out to knock away the bouquet of chrysanthemums, but Dao An anticipated it and swiftly took the flowers with displeasure, saying: "Mr. Wen, how could you treat President Gu’s good intentions like this."

Wen Bo dared not curse at Gu Yuan, so he could only shout at Dao An: "Good intentions? Bringing a bouquet of chrysanthemums, is it to commemorate me!!"

"Not unacceptable," Gu Yuan’s chilly voice came through.

Wen Bo’s body stiffened, his neck almost too rigid to turn.

Dao An moved a chair behind Gu Yuan: "President Gu, please sit here."

Gu Yuan sat down, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on her knee. Her gaze fell on the banana half on the floor, kindly asking: "Uncle, the banana fell on the floor; do you still want to eat it?"

Wen Bo sat up straight, feeling as bad as if he had swallowed something horrible at the sight of that bouquet of chrysanthemums, not knowing that Gu Yuan’s words would make him feel even worse.

He yelled: "Eat what? It’s fallen on the floor, can it still be eaten?! I’m hospitalized, and you bring me a bouquet of chrysanthemums, you’re cursing me. Gu Yuan, do you have any filial piety at all."

"Where would my sense of filial piety come from?" Gu Yuan said so earnestly, "My dad passed away early, my mom doesn’t like me, and I didn’t receive love from any grandparents. Who should I dedicate my heartfelt filial piety to?"

Every word she said was true.