"Just passing by," Lin Wan'er said, gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Pi Ruan heard you hadn't had breakfast yet and insisted I bring you some."

*Like attracts like,* Fatty thought to himself. These doctor-like behaviors must have been learned from Boss Lin.

Fortunately, Pi Ruan had a big business and a lot of money, otherwise, this way of eating could bankrupt him.

But... Fatty glanced at the Doctor.

The Doctor was just quietly eating, and the spicy crayfish, cheese-baked lobster, and other dishes he usually loved were almost untouched.

He was just drinking porridge and slowly chewing the cornbread in his lunchbox.

Chewing each bite slowly.

He seemed to be in a bad mood.

Fatty guessed that he had been traumatized in the Nightmare Assault. After all, he had watched his teammates die one by one. They had survived this time because of everyone's efforts.

This burden of responsibility also made Fatty feel very depressed.

He forcefully tore off a crab leg, peeled it, and was about to hand it to the Doctor, but as soon as he raised his hand, Jiang Cheng said, "I don't want it."

He paused, a look of confusion in his eyes. He had originally wanted to give the crab leg to Boss Lin, but he didn't think it would be polite, so he simply put it on his own plate.

Stealthily looking at the Doctor, Fatty felt that something was wrong with him.

Very wrong.

After the meal, Fatty took the initiative to clean up. The Doctor said he was tired and went upstairs to rest.

To Fatty's surprise, after he packed the remaining dishes and put them in the refrigerator, he came out of the kitchen to find that Boss Lin was still there and hadn't left.

She was sitting on the sofa, sunlight streaming in from the window, half of her profile exposed to the sun, her light makeup breathtakingly beautiful.

As if sensing someone was watching her, Lin Wan'er slowly turned her head and met Fatty's gaze. He panicked and stammered, "No, no, no..."

Lin Wan'er seemed used to this kind of scene and asked, "Is there any coffee?"

"Yes." Fatty immediately ran back to the kitchen, found the high-end coffee that Pi Ruan had sent, and brewed a pot for Boss Lin.

Using the brand new coffee pot that Pi Ruan had sent.

"Don't you want some?" Taking a sip, Lin Wan'er narrowed her eyes and looked at Fatty sitting across from her.

Fatty obediently placed his hands on his knees, behaving very well.

Being so close to Boss Lin, Fatty unknowingly felt a faint pain in his neck, probably a lingering effect from last time.

"I'll pass for now." Fatty licked his lips and respectfully replied, "Boss Lin, if you think it's bitter, I can add some sugar for you."

The woman in front of him exuded a fatal allure with every gesture. Her eyebrows and lips seemed to be outlined with a brush, possessing the texture of a traditional ink painting.

Even more rare was the lingering charm left by the passage of time.

But strangely, Boss Lin was very young and didn't seem like a woman who should have this kind of charm. Time hadn't left any marks on her face at all.

Seeming to realize that staring at someone like that was disrespectful, Fatty forced himself to look away, looking in another direction.

"Wang Fugui," Lin Wan'er suddenly said.

"Yes, Boss Lin," Fatty nodded. He was waiting for Boss Lin to say what she wanted to say. Although he wasn't smart, he could sense that Boss Lin had stayed behind because she had something to say to him.

"How long have you known Xiao Cheng?"

Xiao Cheng...

Lin Wan'er was probably the only one who dared to call the Doctor that. Fatty thought for a moment and replied, "Less than a month."

Lin Wan'er's blood-red lips curved into a chilling smile, "How did you two meet?"

"I ran into some trouble, and Xiao... the Doctor saved me," he corrected himself.

He naturally couldn't tell Boss Lin about the Nightmare Assault; it was for her own good.

But just as he was racking his brains to think about how to make up the rest of the story, something unexpected happened.

Boss Lin actually didn't continue to pursue the question.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fatty decided to go on the offensive and change the subject.

"Boss Lin," Fatty asked curiously, "How did you and the Doctor meet? I feel... the Doctor especially respects you."

"Is that so?" Lin Wan'er took a small sip of coffee, leaving Fatty with an unreadable smile. "I'm kind of his guardian."

Fatty frowned upon hearing this.

Guardian...

This title gave Fatty the feeling that the Doctor was being imprisoned by the woman in front of him, but Fatty thought it was unrealistic to imprison the Doctor.

Moreover... this title was more often used for parents and children.

Looking at Boss Lin's young and beautiful face, Fatty couldn't connect the two in any way.

"Xiao Cheng was abandoned when he was very young. He grew up in an orphanage," Lin Wan'er's voice was very pleasant, but the story she was telling made Fatty's heart ache. "From then on, his parents and family never appeared again."

"I remember the Doctor saying he... was an orphan," Fatty said.

"He always treats those who abandoned him as if they were dead," Lin Wan'er said with a sip of coffee and a light smile. "You've been in contact with him for a while now, you should be able to sense it."

Remembering how the Doctor would readily bring up his parents to swear oaths in the Nightmare Assault, Fatty swallowed and thought to himself that he had finally found the reason.

"What happened after that?" he asked cautiously.

"Later, the old director of the orphanage died. Without anyone to run it, it closed down. The children who could be sent away were sent away, and in the end, there were only a dozen or so children left."

It was obvious that recalling these things was also difficult for the woman, but her face was very calm, calm like the night before a storm. "These children weren't very likable, not that they were naughty, just simply unlikable."

"Other children would rush over to show off when they saw couples who wanted to adopt, some singing, some dancing, and at the very least, they would try to be clever and tell a few interesting little stories to get the adopters to notice them."

"That way they could leave this place sooner." Lin Wan'er sighed slightly, seemingly recalling the situation at the orphanage at that time.

"In less than three months, we successively sent away 70 or 80 children. The originally large orphanage became less and less populated, and in the end, there were only a dozen or so left."

"These children were unlikable. They were relatively indifferent, didn't like to be in contact with people, and the longest they would do was stare out the window in a daze. They could go a whole day without saying a word," Lin Wan'er said, "From sunrise to sunset."

"Who would like such children?" Lin Wan'er said softly. "Over time, no one came anymore. The people who had adopted before were spreading rumors that the remaining children in the orphanage all had something wrong with their heads. They didn't understand communication, lacked emotions, and had extremely cold personalities. Once they were taken home, they might turn into monstrous things when they grew up."