Feng Feng didn't think much of it; it was normal to vomit if one's stomach felt unwell.
Wen Zhouyuan took nearly ten minutes to come out. When he left, he closed the bathroom door behind him.
Feng Feng poured Wen Zhouyuan a glass of water and placed it on the table. "Take your medicine first."
Wen Zhouyuan looked at the medicine on the table, recognizing several of them. These were the same ones he often took when he had stomachaches.
Under Feng Feng's gaze, Wen Zhouyuan took the medicine and said to her, "Thank you for your trouble today. You should head back now. Be careful on your way."
"Mm," Feng Feng saw no reason to stay and take care of him. "If you still feel unwell, ask the hotel to contact a doctor for you."
Wen Zhouyuan: "Okay."
He stood up and escorted Feng Feng to the door. After watching her figure disappear around the corner of the corridor, he closed his room door.
Wen Zhouyuan leaned against the door, closed his eyes, his eyelids bruised, his lips purplish. The intense pain caused his body to tremble uncontrollably.
A few minutes later, Wen Zhouyuan walked to his suitcase, took out a pile of medicine boxes from a compartment, swallowed a few pills, and then lay down on the bed.
Shen Su already had Wen Zhouyuan's return flight number. He had even found out which hotel Wen Zhouyuan was staying at. He hadn't expected Feng Feng to personally pick him up and spend several hours with him at the hotel.
This news came from Gu Song. Gu Song had previously sent people to the airport to keep an eye on Wen Zhouyuan, intending to monitor his movements upon his return and be prepared.
Unexpectedly, his people spotted Feng Feng personally picking up Wen Zhouyuan. Gu Song was very surprised. He asked Shen Su, "What does Feng Feng mean? Is she really getting back with this old man? She doesn't seem like someone who'd fall for that."
Shen Su clasped his hands, his gaze serious, his lips pressed into a thin line. He remained silent for a long time.
Feng Feng was certainly not blinded by love. When facing him, she was more clear-headed than any woman. But Wen Zhouyuan...
"It's also possible she's just giving him face by picking him up," Gu Song said, seeing Shen Su's mood was off. "I don't think Feng Feng would get back with him. These days, married men are like second-hand goods."
Shen Su still didn't speak. Gu Song continued, "If she really wants to be with this old man, then take my advice and get together with Qiao Shu."
Gu Song's words were not pleasant to hear, but they were indeed from the perspective of someone considering his best interests. Shen Su pondered for a moment and said to him, "Have your people follow him for a few more days."
If Feng Feng truly planned to reconcile with Wen Zhouyuan, they would be meeting frequently in the coming days. Observing the frequency of their meetings would essentially reveal Feng Feng's answer.
Shen Su was not someone who liked to force things and was well aware that with Feng Feng's personality, he couldn't force her.
As an adult, there was no need to go against oneself and do something that would only bring annoyance.
After Wen Zhouyuan mentioned it that day, Feng Feng had been looking for houses for him. When she found suitable ones, she would send him property information, thus maintaining contact.
On Friday, Wen Zhouyuan went to Feng Feng's workplace to pick her up after work.
Wen Zhouyuan had not informed Feng Feng before coming. When Feng Feng emerged from the office, she was visibly surprised to see Wen Zhouyuan standing not far away, wearing a trench coat.
Wen Zhouyuan waved to Feng Feng and walked up to her, a gentle and elegant smile on his face.
One doesn't hit a smiling face. Feng Feng asked him, "Why did you come here?"
"I was a bit bored today and went for a walk, and before I knew it, I ended up here," Wen Zhouyuan said. "Shall we have dinner together tonight?"
"Ms. Feng." Before Feng Feng could answer Wen Zhouyuan, she heard someone call her from behind.
Without turning around, she knew who it was.
Coincidentally, Shen Su was at the firm for a meeting that day and was leaving around the same time.
Shen Su walked up to Feng Feng and Wen Zhouyuan with a smiling face, his narrow eyes squinting as he looked at Wen Zhouyuan. "And who is this?"
It was clear he was asking deliberately, with a look of amusement. Feng Feng didn't know how to respond.
"Are you Ms. Feng's colleague?" Wen Zhouyuan, being amiable, took the initiative to introduce himself to Shen Su. "I'm an old friend of hers. Hello."
"So, an old friend." Shen Su's smile was not quite a smile, his tone ambiguous. "I thought you were Ms. Feng's boyfriend!"
"Let's go." Feng Feng didn't want to engage with Shen Su's sarcastic remark. She grabbed Wen Zhouyuan's arm. "You didn't drive, did you? Come in my car."
Wen Zhouyuan nodded. Before leaving, he politely said goodbye to Shen Su.
Shen Su smiled and said, "Goodbye." He remained in place, watching them get into the car together until the white Mercedes disappeared into the traffic.
Shen Su's sarcasm had affected Feng Feng's mood. After getting into the car, her expression remained tense.
Wen Zhouyuan looked at her. "Are you not in a good mood today?"
"No," Feng Feng denied.
Wen Zhouyuan smiled faintly and didn't ask further. He said, "Let's go for hot pot. I haven't had it in a long time."
Hot pot was also something Feng Feng liked. They went to the nearest Haidilao. It was Friday night, and there were many people, so they needed to get a number when they arrived.
While waiting for their number, Feng Feng went to buy two cups of coffee. Her coffee preference was the same as Wen Zhouyuan's: iced Americanos with three shots of espresso. The two cups she bought back were identical.
As they were drinking coffee, Wen Zhouyuan's phone rang. His phone was on the table, and Feng Feng reflexively glanced at it. The screen displayed his ex-wife's name.
Feng Feng hadn't intentionally inquired about his ex-wife, but it had been discussed in the alumni group, so she remembered her name.
His ex-wife was named Bai Zhi. Judging by her name, she seemed to be a gentle person.
Wen Zhouyuan picked up his phone. He didn't try to hide it from Feng Feng and answered it. Feng Feng couldn't help but overhear their conversation.
The call wasn't from Bai Zhi, but from his daughter.
Wen Zhouyuan spoke very gently to his daughter, his eyes brimming with an irrepressible smile. He had always said he loved little girls and hoped to have a daughter someday.
He and his ex-wife had indeed achieved their wish.
Judging by his tone, his relationship with his daughter seemed to be very good.
After Wen Zhouyuan finished talking with his daughter, the phone was passed to Bai Zhi. Bai Zhi asked him, "How is your health?"
Wen Zhouyuan: "Mm, it's good."
Bai Zhi: "Have you contacted a doctor?"
Wen Zhouyuan: "Thank you, I will make plans. Take care of yourself and the child."
Upon hearing Wen Zhouyuan say this, Bai Zhi understood his intention. "There's not no hope at all. What do you mean by giving up like this?"
Wen Zhouyuan: "Let's talk another day. Goodbye for now."
After hanging up, Wen Zhouyuan saw Feng Feng staring at him. He smiled and explained, "It was my daughter's call."
Feng Feng: "You don't need to explain to me."
It was perfectly normal for Wen Zhouyuan to be in contact with his ex-wife and daughter.
Men like him, who had been married and had children with their ex-wives, could never completely cut ties with them.