"What are you doing?" Fan Yan asked, standing up and pointing at Liu Xian's phone.
"Taking a picture," Liu Xian replied, smiling at the photo of Mu Anxiao and Fan Yan. "You really look like you're proposing."
Upon hearing this, Mu Anxiao casually put down the bouquet, looked up at Liu Xian, and coldly uttered two words: "Delete it."
"These flowers are expensive. If..."
"Delete the pictures that have me in them," Mu Anxiao instructed, gesturing at the flowers. "You can take pictures of the flowers instead."
"I think you're very photogenic," Liu Xian said with a smile, then immediately sent the photo to Feng Qishi.
"Delete it," Mu Anxiao weakly called out.
"Okay," Liu Xian nodded and promptly deleted the photo. "It's deleted. Can I take pictures of the flowers now?"
Mu Anxiao ignored him, bent down, picked up his chopsticks, and looked at Zhang Yan. "Let's eat."
"Okay," Zhang Yan nodded and walked to the sofa, picked up the bouquet, and handed it to Liu Xian.
"These are for her," Fan Yan said foolishly.
Liu Xian took the flowers and glared at Fan Yan. "These were bought with money. It would be a shame if they just wilted without being photographed."
"By the way, where did you two go dressed like that?" Zhang Yan asked, sitting next to Mu Anxiao, picking up his bowl, and starting to eat.
"We went to a restaurant and ate steak," Fan Yan explained.
Zhang Yan glanced at Liu Xian, a smirk playing on his lips. "Why did they give you flowers?"
"He booked the candlelight dinner," Fan Yan truthfully confessed.
Zhang Yan was speechless.
"Don't people usually have candlelight dinners for couples?" Mu Anxiao asked.
Fan Yan rubbed the back of his head speechlessly.
Liu Xian bent down, placed the bouquet on the floor, and said, "My friend is unreliable. I told him I wanted something cheap, and he booked a candlelight dinner for me." He chuckled. "You actually know what a candlelight dinner is?"
"It was on TV," Mu Anxiao replied, pointing at the television with the tip of his chopsticks.
"You're much more fun than when you first arrived," Liu Xian said, pointing at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao gave Liu Xian a huge eye-roll and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
Zhang Yan smiled and glanced at Mu Anxiao beside him, then asked, "So, why did you come to find me?"
"Boss, we've just spent all our money. If it's possible, could you lend us some? We'll have it deducted from our salaries next month," Liu Xian said with a grin.
Zhang Yan frowned and looked at Fan Yan. "You too?"
"Yes, that candlelight dinner was too expensive. We've spent almost all our money," Fan Yan said softly.
"It's only a few more days until next month. I'll give you your salary in advance next month. How about that?" Zhang Yan said.
"Okay," Fan Yan readily agreed.
Liu Xian pouted. "Looks like we won't be able to go out to eat for a few days."
"We have plenty of food at home. Make whatever you want to eat. Two men going for a candlelight dinner just for a good deal," Zhang Yan scoffed. "I really don't know what you two were thinking."
"Boss, you're right," Liu Xian said with a forced smile.
"Your suits are so unfashionable," Mu Anxiao couldn't help but say.
Instantly, both of them turned their gaze to Zhang Yan.
Mu Anxiao followed their gaze to Zhang Yan and said, "No wonder they look unfashionable, they're your clothes after all."
Zhang Yan gave Mu Anxiao a sidelong glance. "You two go and rest."
"Boss," Fan Yan said, looking at Liu Xian beside him and then at the table full of delicious food, "Can I eat with you?"
"You've already had a big meal, and you want more?" Zhang Yan said agitatedly.
Fan Yan rubbed his nose. "I'm not full."
Seeing Fan Yan's eyes fixed on the food, Zhang Yan said helplessly, "Go get some bowls and chopsticks."
"Thank you, boss," Fan Yan said with a happy smile and ran into the kitchen.
Liu Xian lowered his eyes, looking at Mu Anxiao's face, and said nothing.
Just as Zhang Yan was about to ask Liu Xian why he was looking at Mu Anxiao, Mu Anxiao's phone vibrated. Mu Anxiao frowned, grabbed his phone, and answered it without even looking at the number. "Hello."
"Mu Anxiao! You're being proposed to, congratulations!" Feng Qishi exclaimed loudly.
Mu Anxiao said, utterly confused, "Are you sick?"
"Don't be modest. No wonder you didn't invite me. So you're getting married. Although, getting married at your age is a bit early, but if you like it, I won't say anything," Feng Qishi said, his voice full of spirit.
Mu Anxiao, still not understanding why Feng Qishi was acting so strangely, said, "I don't know what's gotten into you. Go to bed."
"I saw the photo Liu Xian sent me. While the bouquet isn't made of expensive flowers, Fan Yan's kneeling pose looked sincere. If you ask me, you should just..."
"You're sick," Mu Anxiao growled, hung up the phone, and looked at Liu Xian. "You did this."
"I just wanted to show that kid," Liu Xian said guiltily.
"I'm warning you, if Feng Qishi mentions the flowers to me again tomorrow, I'll deal with you when I get back," Mu Anxiao said, pointing at Liu Xian.
Seeing the anger in Mu Anxiao's eyes, Liu Xian quickly took out his phone, turned, and walked out of the room, looking around.
In the hospital, Feng Qishi placed his phone on the bedside table, a hint of sadness flashing in his eyes. Then, thinking about his legs and the regret of not being able to leave, he sighed deeply.
"Qishi, does it hurt?" Feng's father stood by the bedside and asked.
Feng Qishi looked at his father and shook his head.
"It doesn't hurt?" Feng's father asked.
"No," Feng Qishi replied, seeing his father's expression and explaining, "My constitution has always been different from others since I was a child, you know that."
"Mm," Feng's father nodded, pointing towards the door. "I'm going to take a look outside and will be back shortly."
"Okay," Feng Qishi nodded.
Then, the moment Feng's father left the room, his phone rang.
"Silly Mu, he really is a strange person." Saying this, he picked up his phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID. "Silly Mu, congratulations."
"I'm not Mu Anxiao," Liu Xian said softly.
"Brother Liu Xian," Feng Qishi called out politely.
Liu Xian nodded and said, "Yes, well, that was a prank. Mu Anxiao was unhappy when he got back, and Fan Yan gave the flowers he bought to Mu Anxiao just to make him happy. Don't mention this matter to her tomorrow," he said, glancing cautiously at the bedroom door. "She's unhappy."
Feng Qishi paused for a moment. "I see. My congratulations were wasted then."
"Not entirely wasted. You can tell her in the future," Liu Xian said calmly.
Feng Qishi's expression stiffened. "Okay, I'll hang up then."
"Alright," Liu Xian agreed and put down his phone.
Feng Qishi hung up the phone, looked at the ceiling, and let out a soft chuckle. "With Mu Anxiao's identity and personality, I'm afraid marriage is not in the cards!" He then closed his eyes.
In the courtyard, Liu Xian glanced left and right, then turned back into the room and looked at Mu Anxiao with a playful grin. "Everything's sorted out. Don't worry."