Chapter 230: Chapter 229: Will You Marry Me?

Just before six in the evening, Yan Feifan strolled back to the Affiliated Hospital from Huashan Hospital and had dinner with his sister and Yu Suye in the first employee cafeteria.

The first thing he heard was a piece of news from his sister.

The family of the man with the buzz cut refused to donate his organs.

All Yan Feifan could do was sigh in regret at this outcome.

The donation rate for organs and cadavers among the Chinese population was still quite low.

Yan Feifan also learned that the police had found the people responsible for the incident that led to the man’s brainstem being pierced by a bamboo skewer.

It was a young couple.

Last night, the two of them had been messing around. The woman pushed the man, and unexpectedly, his back slammed right into the hand of the man with the buzz cut, who was holding a grilled squid skewer behind them…

Sometimes, fate was just that fucked up.

A few trivial little things, all colliding by coincidence, had cost a grown man his life.

When the couple realized they had inadvertently caused a catastrophe, they took advantage of the surrounding chaos and secretly slipped away.

They clearly hadn’t stopped to think that the snack street had surveillance cameras.

And with so many people there—taking selfies and shooting short videos is all the rage these days.

The police easily identified and located the two, who had foolishly hoped to get lucky…

Yan Feifan also heard from his sister that Song Yi and Cheng Lezhi had reached a settlement agreement.

They agreed that in addition to covering all of Cheng Lezhi’s medical expenses, Song Yi would also have to pay a total of five hundred thousand yuan in damages.

At the same time, Yan Feifan learned that the police had confirmed Cheng Lezhi was the one responsible for last year’s motorcycle hit-and-run case.

The prosecutor’s office had already pressed criminal charges.

If nothing unexpected happened, the day Cheng Lezhi left his hospital room would be the day he entered a prison cell.

Yan Ziruo picked up her seaweed soup, took a sip, and continued, “Feifan, Song Yi only got into this mess because she was trying to help you.”

“Besides the medical bills and the settlement money, it’s also going to cost a fortune to repair her Mercedes sports car.”

“We have to do something, right?”

Yan Feifan grunted in agreement and asked, “Has the six million from Baining Medical Technology come in yet?”

Yan Ziruo shook her head. “Not yet. According to the contract, it’s supposed to be deposited within five business days.”

Yan Feifan thought for a moment, then said, “I’ll call Song Yi tonight to give her a heads-up.”

“We’ll cover all her expenses for this incident.”

Yan Ziruo nodded, adding with a pained expression, “That’s the right thing to do. We can’t let her do a good deed only to end up suffering a major financial loss.”

“What do you think, Su Ye?”

Yu Suye, who was sitting next to Yan Feifan taking small bites of her rice, quickly agreed. “Absolutely. We definitely should.”

“Ruoruo, should we take her out for a nice dinner?”

“Besides just giving her money, we should thank her properly in person.”

“Taking her out to dinner is the least we can do.”

Yan Ziruo looked at Yan Feifan and instructed, “Feifan, you handle the invitation.”

“As for the location…”

Yan Ziruo thought for a moment. “Let’s book it at that private kitchen where we had our last celebration dinner.”

Once that was settled, Yan Ziruo lowered her voice. “Even though Song Yi and that guy reached a settlement, I’m still angry they never came to apologize to us.”

“I asked around this afternoon…”

She lowered her voice even more. “I heard that the higher-ups have officially formed a team to investigate Mr. Cheng.”

“Some are even saying he’ll likely be forced to retire early from his position as director.”

Yan Feifan wasn’t particularly concerned about Mr. Cheng being investigated; the matter felt rather distant to him.

He took two thick manila envelopes out of his briefcase and handed them to Yan Ziruo.

“This is the payment for two freelance surgeries today. Fifteen thousand each.”

Yan Ziruo was so happy her eyes narrowed into thin crescents.

She took the two envelopes, glanced inside one, and tucked them into her purse.

“Skill really is money!”

Yan Ziruo remarked with a sigh, then turned to Yu Suye. “What time is your mom getting back from visiting her friend?”

At this question, Yan Feifan also pricked up his ears and listened intently.

“It’s not a super close friend. They’re just going to do some shopping and have a meal. I figure she’ll be back around nine or ten tonight.”

Yu Suye looked at Yan Feifan and asked, “And you tonight?”

Yan Feifan said quickly, “I already have an appointment. I have to discuss cosmetic surgery with two celebrities.”

“After our meeting, I have to design their surgical plans based on our discussion. I definitely won’t have time to talk with your mom tonight.”

“Tomorrow, I have the reconstructive surgery for the amnesiac girl’s nose and upper lip.”

“The day after tomorrow, I have to confirm the surgical plans with three more celebrities.”

“And the day after that…”

“The day after that is Sunday. Your day off,” Yu Suye reminded him with a smile.

Yan Feifan said with a perfectly straight face, “Driving lessons. I’ve already planned to spend the whole day learning to drive.”

Yu Suye chuckled. “Feifan, there’s no point in procrastinating. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to face this head-on.”

“And let me give you a little reminder: my mom is the easiest one you’ll have to deal with.”

Yan Feifan said quickly, “Su Ye, if your mom is the easiest to deal with, then that’s all the more reason to stall!”

“Or would you rather trade her for your dad or your grandpa?”

Yu Suye’s expression soured, and she said in frustration, “I don’t want that either! It’s just that dragging this out forever isn’t a solution.”

“Having it hanging over my head is really affecting my mood and my focus.”

Yan Ziruo glanced from Yu Suye to Yan Feifan, her eyes glinting as an idea struck her. “Do you both want to get this over with as quickly as possible?”

Yan Feifan’s spirits lifted. “Sis, do you have a good idea?”

Yu Suye’s eyes also lit up as she looked at Yan Ziruo.

Yan Ziruo gave a sly chuckle. “Well, there is one way to cut the Gordian knot. It just depends on whether you two are willing to take the leap.”

“What is it?” Yan Feifan and Yu Suye asked in unison.

Yan Ziruo said slowly, “A real registration, but a fake marriage.”

She explained, “You two go to the Civil Affairs Bureau for real, get registered, and get a marriage certificate to show Su Ye’s family.”

“The ’fake’ part of the marriage is just on an emotional level.”

“You’d continue to interact just as you have been and cultivate your feelings slowly. If you later discover that you’re really not compatible, you can just get a divorce.”

“Of course, a real divorce would, relatively speaking, have a greater impact on you, Su Ye…”

Yu Suye rushed to declare her stance. “Ziruo, I’m not afraid of the repercussions, I’m really not. It’s the 21st century; divorce is perfectly normal.”

“I’m confident that Feifan and I can become a real married couple.”

Yu Suye stared at Yan Feifan with a burning intensity and took hold of his left hand.

“I don’t know when this love began, but now it runs so deep.”

“Feifan, by the time I realized what was happening, you had already taken over my heart and started appearing in my dreams.”

“Feifan, I want to be your wife. I want to have children with you.”

“Yan Feifan, will you marry me?”

Yan Feifan’s eyes grew wider and wider.

He felt as if this whole scene was some kind of child’s play, not real in the slightest.

But the painful grip on his tightly held left hand told him this was very real.

From the sheer force of her grip and the trembling he could feel through her hand, Yan Feifan knew that Yu Suye was not joking.

He stammered, “Marriage is supposed to be a solemn and sacred thing… Isn’t this a little too rash?”

Yan Ziruo interjected, “The whole point is to placate Su Ye’s family. The motive isn’t pure to begin with, so how solemn can it be?”

“Feifan, just say it. Are you willing to help Su Ye out this time or not?”

As his sister spoke, Yan Feifan felt the grip on his left hand tighten like a vice, the pain steadily increasing.

“Feifan, I’ll ask you one more time. Will you marry me?”

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