TVSFPAG -Chapter 130 The Patient Has No Energy to Cook Right Now

Wu Wei had already accumulated a considerable amount of capital—around six hundred thousand in total.

Part of it belonged to Chu Jinhan, of course, though the amount he contributed wasn’t large. It was all pooled together and invested in the stock market—after all, the more principal you had, the more you could earn.

Chu Jinhan had no intention of taking the money back for now. Instead, he had Wu Wei start a company.

This was somewhat different from what Wu Wei had imagined—investing several million or tens of millions—but he was already very pleased.

Manager Chu must be testing him. Later on, he would surely invest even more.

“Brother Chu, I’m really touched that you trust me so much. I won’t say much else—just point in a direction and I’ll charge forward. If you tell me to kill someone, I absolutely won’t go slaughter a pig instead!”

Wu Wei was genuinely moved to the point of tears, his voice even trembling.

From Chu Jinhan’s perspective, Wu Wei’s obedience was his greatest strength. His lack of real ability was, in a sense, also his greatest asset, along with a bit of cleverness.

Only someone like this would remain dependent on him—and would also be the most useful.

Song Yunfei returned home after work and was surprised to find that Chu Jinhan had come back earlier than she had today. He was already in the kitchen cooking.

During this period, he had been extremely busy, often returning home at eleven or twelve at night, and even working overtime on weekends.

Living under the same roof, the two of them had almost reached the point where they barely saw each other.

At first, because of what Bai Yu had said—that someone might come looking for Chu Jinhan—she had been on edge for a full week.

But now, more than half a month had passed, and no one had come looking for him. Song Yunfei gradually relaxed.

She walked into the kitchen and quietly approached the man who was cooking, then hugged him from behind.

“Guess who I am?”

Chu Jinhan didn’t stop stir-frying. Instead, he reached out with one hand and held the hand around his waist.

“A certain alien who comes home from work and launches a sneak attack without washing her hands.”

“You’re the alien!” Song Yunfei retorted.

She let go of him and walked to the stove, leaning against it as she looked at the dish in the pan.

“Who told you I haven’t been able to see you lately? I was almost forgetting the Chu chef’s cooking skills. Why are you back so early today?”

“Most of the work is done. I can take a couple of days off,” he said, plating the bright green vegetables.

Song Yunfei smiled at him and took the plate from his hands. “Give it to me.”

After bringing the dishes out, she returned and looked at him expectantly.

She reached out and touched his cheek. “You must be exhausted. You’ve gotten thinner—has Manager He been overworking you like a mule?”

Chu Jinhan paused, turned to face her, and took her hand.

“Thinner?”

Song Yunfei nodded. “Yes, thinner.”

He looked down at her and pulled her slightly closer. “Then do you want to inspect me?”

Song Yunfei’s face immediately flushed at his gaze. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but he held it firmly.

She tried to regain the upper hand. “Inspect then! Let me see if Manager He has drained you into skin and bones.”

Song Yunfei broke free, and Chu Jinhan let her go as well.

She grabbed his arm and examined him seriously from head to toe.

Then she circled around him once.

Chu Jinhan stood still, looking down at her the entire time, as if allowing her to inspect him.

Song Yunfei returned to face him and stopped. She reached out and poked his arm first.

Then she poked his chest. Through the knit sweater, the texture wasn’t ideal, so she spread her fingers openly and pressed her hand against his chest without hesitation.

“Mhm… the muscles are still there. Chest muscles too. Overall, yes, you’ve lost some weight, but all your basic components are still intact.”

He asked in a low voice, “Doctor Song, have you finished your examination?”

Song Yunfei’s face grew warm again. She glared at him irritably. “Finished!”

Suddenly, he pulled her into his arms. Song Yunfei tried to step back, but he had already pressed her against the stove.

Chu Jinhan leaned down, looking at her at close range. “Then, Doctor Song, do you have any medical advice?”

Song Yunfei immediately tensed up and subconsciously glanced toward the outside.

The window was very close to the building across the way—anything done inside could easily be seen at a glance.

“Doc—doctor’s orders… just hurry up and cook, and eat more later!”

“What else?” he pressed in a low voice, moving even closer. Their bodies were almost pressed together.

“There’s nothing else. Let go of me quickly!” Song Yunfei pushed him. Someone might see them.

“Like this, no one can see?” As he spoke, he raised his hand and pulled down the blinds in front of them.

Song Yunfei panicked. “…No, don’t mess around. This is the kitchen.”

“The patient currently has no strength to cook and needs treatment.” As soon as he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Song Yunfei realized that he seemed to be getting more and more unruly. In the past, he had at least been somewhat obedient, but now he no longer listened.

Or rather, even when he verbally agreed, his actions never stopped.

Song Yunfei was kissed until she was completely disoriented. After quite a while, she finally found a gap and turned her head away with difficulty to avoid his kiss.

“Stop fooling around. This is someone else’s rented house, not our own.”

Chu Jinhan paused.

Sensing that she might have said something wrong, Song Yunfei quickly tried to recover. “I mean—”

Chu Jinhan interrupted her. “Then let’s buy a house.”

“Huh?”

“Buy one in Qingcheng.”

He no longer asked where she wanted to live; he made the decision directly. This left Song Yunfei somewhat flustered.

“You’ve made money?”

“When the year-end dividends are distributed, it should be enough.”

Song Yunfei’s gaze began to flicker. “Th-that’s too fast…”

“Or we can get married and register first.”

“……”

Song Yunfei regretted it. She shouldn’t have come over to surprise him like this.

She bit her lip and said softly, “Didn’t you say things weren’t stable yet?”

Chu Jinhan asked in return, “What counts as stable?”

“At the very least… having a car, a house, and tens of thousands in savings—that would be considered stable.”

“So if things aren’t stable, does that mean you don’t plan to stay with me?”

“I…” Song Yunfei felt like crying without tears. Why had he suddenly become so pressing?

As she hesitated more and more, the dark currents in Chu Jinhan’s eyes grew stronger, and his arms around her tightened continuously.

Before she could find an excuse, Chu Jinhan spoke again.

“Are you waiting for things to become stable, or are you waiting for a certain moment… or a certain person… to make you feel that you no longer need to consider a future with me?”

Those words struck straight into Song Yunfei’s heart.

They mercilessly exposed the truth she had been avoiding.

She was waiting for an ending.

Waiting for the ending where he regains his memory and judges her… or the ending where her fabricated lies are exposed, forcing her to flee in embarrassment.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want a future—she simply didn’t dare to think about it.

A surge of overwhelming fear and the shame of being seen through instantly engulfed her. Her face turned pale, and her lips trembled slightly.

She wanted to refute, to explain, to continue using those hollow excuses to get by—but it felt as though an invisible hand had gripped her throat, leaving her unable to make a sound.

Seeing her reddened eyes, Chu Jinhan’s expression softened as well.

“Sorry.” He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them again, the turbulent emotions had faded, replaced by fatigue.

“I shouldn’t have asked you that.”

He pulled her into his arms, brushing against her hair as if confirming her existence.

Softly, he said, “I didn’t mean to pressure you.”

“The house, the car, the savings—if you think those are necessary conditions for stability, I’ll work toward them.”

“But I just want to know that when I wake up tomorrow, I can still see you. At the very least… let me feel that all the effort I make actually has meaning.”