The little thief, having stolen a kiss, was flustered. After a brief indulgence, he got up, face burning, fleeing the “crime scene.”
Li Jichuan, in the wheelchair, leisurely opened his eyes, touching his lips.
A faint mint scent lingered—this little scoundrel had brushed his teeth before stealing the kiss…
How could someone be so adorable, so sincere?
Seeing the wilted bouquet on the bedside, Li Jichuan’s resolve strengthened.
Su Pu had intended to confess, and luckily, someone else had “intercepted.”
If anyone were to confess, he wanted it to be him.
He wanted to be the humble, earnest, anxious pursuer—while Su Pu could simply stand tall, accepting his love.
He didn’t want Su Pu to feel a moment of uncertainty. He wanted his love to be clear and unwavering.
Just like the full moon outside that night.
The next morning, Anderson and John came to visit.
Though visiting, they immediately set the flowers and fruit basket on Su Pu’s bedside and began discussing business with Li Jichuan.
Su Pu, understanding, let Li Jichuan handle it. After a moment of thought, Li Jichuan left them in the room.
Anderson handed Li Jichuan the phone confiscated last night.
“We tried several password combinations, including Su Hui’s birthday, graduation date, and pet birthdays. Finally, we found it—the password was his mother’s death anniversary.”
Anderson recited the numbers. Li Jichuan unlocked it, feeling the date strangely familiar, though he couldn’t recall why.
“All his social media passwords have been changed; we can’t see chat records…” Anderson added.
“However, opening the gallery, we can still see the photos he took. Many contain confidential files, enough grounds to fire him.”
Li Jichuan rubbed his forehead. “These were all the materials we had prepared for him.”
Anderson nodded. “Yes, if nothing unexpected happened, he probably shared everything with Li Shuwen.”
Lying in bed, Su Pu finally put the pieces together.
So Su Hui appearing in Li Jichuan’s office yesterday wasn’t a coincidence—it had been a carefully laid “trap.”
They were waiting for Su Hui to “leak” whatever information they wanted leaked. But Su Pu’s presence had disrupted their plan entirely.
Realizing this, Su Pu couldn’t stay still any longer. He struggled to get out of bed to apologize.
John was quick to intercept, holding his shoulder. “It’s fine, none of this is your fault…”
Li Jichuan maneuvered his wheelchair over to the bedside and gently stroked Su Pu’s hair.
“It’s okay, Su Pu. Actually, we were worried too. If everything had gone too smoothly, my aunt would have suspected something.”
“Now with you involved, she’ll trust the intelligence completely, and I can officially expose Su Hui. It’s killing two birds with one stone.”
Still a little doubtful, Su Pu leaned back into the bed.
Now not only Li Jichuan, but Anderson and John were all praising him, thanking him.
Because of his bravery and recklessness, the entire act had seemed far more convincing.
The praise made Su Pu relax, a dazed smile forming—he felt like he had really, by accident, helped Li Jichuan.
It felt wonderful!
Li Jichuan’s work was demanding. With Anderson and John coordinating with him endlessly, the conclusion was that he needed to return to the company.
Su Pu agreed naturally, though Li Jichuan reluctantly lectured him with reminders and instructions, earning eye-rolls from Anderson.
Smiling, Su Pu saw Li Jichuan off. Once he left, the quiet of the room was broken again—Li Jichuan’s connections had called in Ouyang and Pei Zhicheng.
Pei Zhicheng wore a helmet and took ten minutes to reluctantly remove it upon entering. Ouyang, meanwhile, had already opened the fruit basket at the bedside and proudly displayed two bananas.
“Su Ge, want an apple? I can peel it for you,” Ouyang asked, holding a red Fuji.
Su Pu shook his head, but Ouyang went to wash it anyway.
Soon, only Su Pu and Pei Zhicheng remained, awkwardly facing each other.
After a moment, Pei Zhicheng summoned courage, pulling a tablet from his bag and showing Su Pu a comic.
The panels depicted a lively young man in a coffee shop uniform, busy making coffee.
The next panel showed a man in a suit, in a wheelchair, smiling at him from outside the counter.
Then the coffee was served with a smile.
Finally, the man in the wheelchair pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind and offered it to his beloved.
Su Pu studied the comic for a while and finally understood.
He pointed at the barista, then at himself.
“Are you… drawing me?”
Pei Zhicheng nodded vigorously. “Yes…”
“Is that okay?”
Su Pu’s eyes curved in a gentle smile.
“Of course it’s okay!”
“But I’m the one giving the flowers…”
Pei Zhicheng froze for two seconds, then admitted:
“I… want to make a comic about you and your husband… is that alright?”
After seeing Ouyang and Pei Zhicheng off, Su Pu dozed off again, still dizzy.
In his dream, he saw Li Jichuan covered in blood and felt immediate terror.
But in the next moment, he rushed to his side, patting his cheeks to awaken him.
“Go… I… this car… quick…”
Su Pu couldn’t hear clearly, but he grabbed Li Jichuan’s arm, straining with all his strength to pull him closer.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t move him…
Tears sprang to his eyes, his throat tight, praying to every god he knew:
Please… save Li Jichuan… please…
He awoke from the nightmare to a concerned face.
“Awake? If you’re tired, go back to sleep…”
Unnoticed, Li Jichuan had returned to the room.
Su Pu didn’t respond, turning to the window instead.
The morning sun painted the sky in warm orange, spilling gentle light across the room.
Li Jichuan reminded him, “Ouyang and his boyfriend stayed with you all night. I only returned at dawn, and they just left…”
He smiled, touching Su Pu’s forehead. “They care about you and wanted me to take good care of you.”
Su Pu slowly processed this and returned a knowing smile—he wondered how Li Jichuan would feel knowing someone was making a comic about the two of them.
Would he feel as happy as Su Pu did?
His expression softened.
“You haven’t eaten in a while. Hungry?”
Li Jichuan unscrewed a thermal container and handed it to him.
Looking down, Su Pu was surprised—it was dumplings.
“Uh, eat a little if you’re hungry.” Li Jichuan offered chopsticks.
Picking one up, Su Pu studied its cute, clumsy shape. It couldn’t have been made by professional nutritionists like Manti or Changchang…
The only possibility was right in front of him.
He held the dumpling up to Li Jichuan, eyes fixed on him, silently asking:
“You made this, didn’t you?”
In the past, Li Jichuan might have denied it. But now, as the one pursuing Su Pu, he showed full sincerity.
“The dumplings you ate when you were sick last time? I made those too.”
Su Pu paused two seconds, then eagerly devoured the dumplings.
Had he known it was his husband making them, he would have eaten them all last time too!
“Slow down… if you like me, I can make more…”
Seeing Su Pu eat happily, Li Jichuan felt content, even a little proud.
His wife liked the dumplings he made!
Su Pu, smiling, fed him one dumpling, finishing the rest himself.
He was so happy!
At that moment, Li Jichuan’s pocket vibrated violently.
Several new messages arrived on Su Hui’s phone, all from Cong Shu:
【Su Hui, call me when you see this…】
【Did Su Pu tell Li Jichuan something?】
【That thing the other day… did Su Pu notice?】
【I’ve been working myself to death recently. Did Li Jichuan have something to do with this?】