He didn't encounter the expected scenario of not knowing how to drive a luxury car.
Moreover, it was only then that he noticed he was only wearing a black t-shirt under his jacket.
He was already thin, with fair skin, and the black made him appear even fairer and more abstinent.
His two arms resting on the steering wheel weren't particularly thick, but from years of labor, veins protruded, and the lines were smooth, exuding a strong sense of masculine power.
And then there were those slender hands…
Pah, pah, pah, Jiang Jingtian, where are you looking?
It was cold enough that, despite the car's warmth, he must have been quite chilly.
Tiantián wanted to take off her padded jacket and give it back to him.
Halfway through taking it off, Chen Dongyang glanced at her, "What's wrong? Are you hot?"
Tiantián said, "You should wear it. I'm afraid you'll be cold."
He casually turned on the heating for the air conditioning.
"Not cold. If you feel damp, take off your clothes and put them aside. The seats have heating."
He seemed quite familiar with the car's functions…
Due to their haste, neither had the inclination for idle chatter, and following the GPS, they soon returned to West Changjiang Road.
Tiantián waited in the car while he went up to retrieve the files.
The pouring rain seemed to be against them, so heavy that one couldn't open their eyes.
Seeing him charge out without a hint of hesitation, his tall figure a blur in the rain, Tiantián felt a complex emotion for the woman.
Poor couples suffer a hundred woes. That's not entirely true.
As long as you marry the right person, poverty can't move you.
Chen Dongyang made two trips. By the time he returned to the car, his clothes were soaked through.
The wet t-shirt clung to his body, subtly revealing his pectoral muscles.
Water dripped from his hair. He casually ran a hand through it, passed the files to Tiantián.
"Take these. Please guide me to the hospital again, thank you."
Tiantián placed the files on her lap and handed him her jacket.
"Wipe yourself dry. You just recovered from a cold, don't get sick again."
The journey back remained silent.
Tiantián leaned back in her seat, looking ahead, her peripheral vision constantly catching Chen Dongyang's overly sculpted features.
Her thoughts drifted aimlessly, even considering helping him.
She wanted to advise him to change careers, perhaps become a model, or join an agency.
With his physique and looks, if he entered the entertainment industry, he could surely bear the responsibility of supporting a family.
But it was just a fleeting thought; they weren't familiar enough for that.
Everyone has their own life plans, and she had no right to interfere.
Upon returning to the hospital, the child hadn't emerged yet. The woman was sitting alone on a cold bench, lost in thought.
Hearing footsteps, she approached and, seeing Chen Dongyang drenched and so thinly dressed, was about to take off her jacket for him when he stopped her.
"Not cold. After running back and forth, I'm sweating. You keep it. What did the doctor say?"
The woman slowly withdrew her hand from her jacket and shook her head in silence.
"Don't worry. Director Gao has a great reputation; nothing will go wrong."
He patted the woman's shoulder, and suddenly, she broke down emotionally.
She sobbed and threw herself into his arms, hugging his back and weeping uncontrollably.
"I regret it so much, regret not listening to advice and insisting on having him.
"It's too hard, sob, I can't hold on anymore. Dongyang, perhaps we shouldn't treat him? I really can't go on…"
Chen Dongyang, whose hands had been resting by his sides, slowly raised them to her back upon hearing her words.
They held each other, his chin resting on her forehead, her face pressed against his chest, looking like a pair of lovers warming each other in the cold.
It was poignant, yet carried a touch of enviable warmth and suitability.
He softly comforted her, "Don't say foolish things. It's all my fault. I've brought so much suffering upon you both. If you feel terrible, hit me a few times, scold me if you want, but don't talk about giving up."
"I won't leave Doubao. I will definitely cure him and grow up with him. Don't be discouraged; believe me, we can get through any hardship."
Tiantián felt like a third wheel.
While they were immersed in their deep affection and heartfelt conversations, she felt like an uninvited peeping Tom.
So out of place.
The mud and water on her clothes had become damp and warm, even emitting wisps of steam.
She felt inexplicably uncomfortable everywhere, inside and out, and quietly returned to Director Gao's office.
The office had everything. She casually opened two drawers and found a hairdryer.
Standing by the window, she blew her clothes dry with a whirring sound, lost in thought.
After an unknown amount of time, a knock sounded at the door.
Turning around, she saw the woman's emotions had stabilized, and she looked at her with an apologetic expression.
"Miss Jiang, I've come to thank you. I really owe it to you today."
Tiantián put down the hairdryer, "No need to be so polite; please, have a seat and rest for a while."
The woman said, "I'm not tired. It's you who's worked too hard, especially Dongyang, who's completely soaked."
"I heard you using a hairdryer; may I borrow it?"
"Of course." Tiantián unplugged the hairdryer and walked over to hand it to her.
"You can also let him come in to dry his clothes."
"Thank you, then I'll call him in."
The woman walked out, and soon, Chen Dongyang entered.
For some reason, it had been fine when it was just the two of them in the car, and she hadn't felt awkward.
But now, with another person present, she felt uneasy.
Their eyes met and quickly darted away. Tiantián pointed to the hairdryer.
"You use it, I'll go out."
The woman was still sitting in the same chair. Seeing Tiantián approach, she shifted to the side.
Tiantián sat beside her, feeling that remaining silent wasn't ideal, so she proactively patted her knee.
"Don't be nervous. I had this kind of illness as a child, but Director Gao cured me. He's truly remarkable. You can do it too."
The woman seemed to see a glimmer of hope, and her face lit up with joy.
"What? You had this illness as a child? Really?"
Of course, it was true.
Tiantián briefly recounted her own experience, and the woman was overjoyed.
"Thank you, Miss Jiang. You are truly my benefactor, Doubao's lucky star, sent by heaven to save him!
"I had almost given up hope, but after hearing you say this… Ah, I'm so happy, truly grateful!"
She was quite young, and despite her weariness, she was beautiful when she smiled.
Tiantián felt a bit happier, influenced by her. Their hands clasped together, and the distance in their hearts seemed to bridge instantly.
However, Tiantián couldn't help but temper her excitement.
Finding a suitable heart isn't easy, and it requires a considerable amount of money. You need to be mentally prepared.
The woman was resolute at this moment.
"I am mentally prepared. I've been prepared since the day his illness was diagnosed. If necessary, I'll beg my parents and sell the house back home."
"As long as we can find a suitable heart, I'm willing to beg on the streets."