Victory in Every Story - Ming Ruoxi III

Author: Ming Xiaoxi
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Publish Date: 2006-12-01
Features: Feng Jianche's hospital room is more luxurious than a five-star hotel's presidential suite. Actually, she doesn't qualify to make such remarks—first, she rarely goes to the hospital, and second, she's never been to a five-star hotel's presidential suite. But by instinct, she also feels that it's extremely luxurious and doesn't resemble a hospital at all.
She knows Feng Jianche's family has great influence in politics, but she didn't know they were also so wealthy. It's her fault, after all, throughout history, without strong financial support, how could anyone thrive in politics as smoothly as a fish in water?
Flowers, fruits, and all kinds of gifts filled the hospital room. Ming Xiaoxi struggled to find her way through the mountain of gifts in her arms and carefully made her way into Feng Jianche's inner room.
Feng Jianche wore a white silk pajama set, elegantly outlining his slender figure. He seemed freshly cleaned, with clear skin and slightly damp black hair. A few strands of hair playfully escaped to his forehead, teasing his gentle eyes.
He was originally leaning against a snow-white pillow, gazing out the window thoughtfully, but Ming Xiaoxi's small movements made him turn his head.
Feng Jianche smiled, his smile as if transcending space and time, flying straight to Ming Xiaoxi's heart.
Feng Jianche's warm smile and gaze made everyone else notice the foolish Ming Xiaoxi, tilting her head with her arms full of colorful, sparkling gifts.
Nurse Gu Mujing looked at the laughing Ming Xiaoxi, then at the gentle Feng Jianche, teasing, "Mr. Feng, your little girlfriend is here."
Ming Xiaoxi was lost in Feng Jianche's smile, Gu Mujing's words like air, floating by unnoticed. Oh my god, his smile was so captivating—no wonder so many girls were infatuated with him.
Dr. Leyman finished recording on the medical chart, looked up, and shared a smile with Gu Mujing. The two young people always met with one smiling and the other.
Dr. Leyman tapped Ming Xiaoxi's head with the medical chart, "Don't just look, kiss him! He'll be happier."
Ming Xiaoxi jolted awake, the gifts she was holding "crash, crash" falling onto the carpet.
Her face flushed, she rushed to explain, "No, no, you're mistaken! I'm not Mr. Cheng's girlfriend!"
Gu Mujing smirked at the smiling Feng Jianche, "Oh? Xiaoxi, has he confessed his feelings to you yet?"
Ming Xiaoxi was nearly frantic, "No, Mr. Cheng doesn't like me!"
Gu Mujing laughed loudly, "Did he tell you that? Xiaoxi, you've been played! You don't know, he waits for you every day, reading a book, can't focus, smiling at everyone, but his smile lacks sincerity. Every day, he asks us to clean up for him, then starts gazing out the window waiting for you, occasionally pretending to casually ask for the time. The moment you leave, he still smiles at us, but that smile is so lonely it breaks everyone's hearts. Xiaoxi, he really likes you, don't let him fool you. Mr. Feng is just a little shy."
Oh my god, shy? She was sure she was referring to the god-like, elegant young man—Feng Jianche?!
Ming Xiaoxi felt like she was dying, dying from a red face, dying from embarrassment, and also—dying from her racing heart.
But before she died, she had to strangle that chatterbox, Nurse Gu Mujing! This nurse was terrifying—every time she met her here, she was mocked.
"Cough!" Feng Jianche cleared his throat, "Miss Gu, you misunderstood."
Gu Mujing turned to look at him, curious, "Oh? You don't like Xiaoxi?"
Feng Jianche's gaze swept over Ming Xiaoxi, who was frozen stiff, leaving a warm afterglow behind like a gentle spring breeze.
"I like Xiaoxi."
Ming Xiaoxi widened her eyes, her breath stopping, her heart vanishing.
Gu Mujing smiled triumphantly, "I knew it."
"But she's not my girlfriend."
"" (The laughter was cut off.)
"Miss Gu, please don't tease Xiaoxi anymore. It makes her very embarrassed."
Ming Xiaoxi's eyes started blinking, her breathing returned, and she came back to life, though her heart beat much faster than before.
Gu Mujing was still struggling, "You mean Xiaoxi 'isn't' (right now)?"
Dr. Leyman smacked Gu Mujing with the medical chart, "Nurse! Your job isn't to chat. Get out! The patients are waiting for you!"
"Ouch! It hurts! If you're going to talk, talk, but stop hitting people with the chart. Bad habit! What kind of fancy doctor are you?"
Gu Mujing reluctantly edged toward the door, grumbling, "Xiaoxi, Mr. Feng's IV drip speed shouldn't be too fast. Once the bottle is empty, remember to call me to change it!"
Ming Xiaoxi made a mischievous face secretly. Not really stupid anymore, why would she call you?
Ming Xiaoxi picked up the gifts from the carpet, her face still flushed, and carried them to Feng Jianche's bedside.
"Senior, these are the gifts everyone gave you." She tried to recall the messages the girls had asked her to remember before she came. "The heart-shaped chocolate is from Liqing, she said she'll always love you; the star-shaped chocolate is from Meiling, she said she hangs her blessings for you like stars in the night sky every day; the pink heart-shaped jelly is from Youai, she said she thinks of you every second; the orange-yellow"
"Xiaoxi, what about your gift?" Feng Jianche interrupted her.
"Oh, I'd forget if I stopped," Ming Xiaoxi complained, desperately trying to grasp the memories slipping away.
"Each gift has a card attached. I'll read them myself. You can tell everyone thank you for their concern." Feng Jianche smiled, "See? Your task is done."
Ming Xiaoxi blinked, surprised. Really? A tough task could be solved in just two sentences. Truly worthy of being—
Wait, what is that?
She leaned closer, blinked again, and looked closely. She hesitantly extended her right hand, lightly touching—