Surrounded by the Billionaire's Deep Doting

Chapter 978: Chapter 679: Without That Person, It’s Just Loneliness

"What’s with that expression? Didn’t you say you had no dinner engagement tonight? It’s raining, but it’s not really ruining any plans for you, right?"

"I’m feeling sorry for you! Look at this Wind, and the Rain’s only going to get heavier from the looks of it. Seems like your chances of going home tonight are pretty slim... haha!"

He said he felt sorry, but it was way too perfunctory. Xiao Anhe even started humming a little tune.

"Dean Xiao, you just want me to stay here and keep you company, don’t you?"

"Mr. Yin, don’t say that. If it weren’t for your money winning me over, this place would have people in it every day. The hospital’s small, but it’s usually quite lively."

"Yeah...?"

Yin Shixiu let out a soft hum,

"But no one’s as... ’enthusiastic’ as I am, right?"

"You call that enthusiasm? If you had a phone and a computer, and not just that crappy old TV with the fuzzy picture, would you be talking to me this much?"

"Oh, so you didn’t refuse to lend me your phone and computer because my wife told you not to, you just wanted to keep me here chatting with you, huh?"

Yin Shixiu tilted his chin slightly, giving this well-preserved man in his fifties a look.

Xiao Anhe definitely wasn’t thin-skinned, but what Yin Shixiu said seemed to hit a nerve. His old face actually flushed as he tried to defend himself,

"President Yin, you may be the one footing the bill, but you can’t flatter yourself that much, can you?"

"All right, Dean Xiao, it’s my honor to chat with you. I’m happy to."

"Oh? That was a fast turnaround."

"What can I say, you’re my elder after all."

"...That can’t be right."

Xiao Anhe quickly looked at Yin Shixiu. "We’re the same generation, aren’t we?"

"Dean Xiao, we really aren’t."

"We’re not?"

"Think about it. How old is my wife?"

"...Twenty-three? Or twenty-four?"

"Twenty-three."

"..."

"If we’re the same generation, then wouldn’t that make you and my wife the same generation too?"

"..."

"You can’t take advantage like that. You’re pushing fifty."

Yin Shixiu said it jokingly.

Hearing that, Xiao Anhe muttered, "That’s true... Mrs. Yin is only in her twenties this year... haha!"

After muttering, he turned around to put away some medical instruments. Halfway through, his brows knitted together and he quickly looked back at Yin Shixiu,

"What do you mean I’m taking advantage? You’re the one taking advantage, aren’t you? Isn’t Mr. Yin in the same generation as my old man?"

"Uh..."

"You marry a young wife and suddenly you want to downgrade your own generation too?"

"Ahem..."

Yin Shixiu gave a light cough.

Looking at Xiao Anhe’s back, he just felt that this middle-aged man who lived alone and ran a small hospital by himself was like a kid.

After these past few days together, Yin Shixiu had more or less figured out what kind of person Xiao Anhe was.

He was basically an overgrown kid.

An overgrown kid... who was a little lonely.

The "crackle, patter"...

Bean-sized raindrops slammed against the window. The Wind hadn’t died down, the branches and leaves were shaking; it really felt like if the gusts got any stronger, the branches might snap.

The sky was already pitch black. The window glass reflected everything inside the ward, like a mirror.

"With this autumn Rain, Beijing is really about to enter fall, huh."

Yin Shixiu murmured.

Xiao Anhe took off his white coat, walked over to Yin Shixiu, and asked,

"So what now? No one’s bringing you dinner tonight. What are we eating?"

"Ahem..."

Yin Shixiu choked hard on his own saliva, staring at Xiao Anhe in disbelief,

"Dean Xiao, I remember your hospital provides meals!"

"We used to... but then it was just you left, so I gave the nutritionist a vacation."

"A vacation? You still paid them while they were off?"

"That’s why I didn’t."

"..."

Yin Shixiu’s eyes darkened as he stared at this dean who’s filthy rich but stingy as hell in certain areas.

"Uh... Your wife brings you food every day. Even if she doesn’t, your servants would bring it, right? Hiring a nutritionist on top of that would just be a waste."

"Fine. Waste."

Yin Shixiu drew in a deep breath and nodded,

"So, Dean Xiao, tell me—what are we eating tonight?"

"Uh... that’s what I was asking you."

"You’re the doctor! If patients could handle everything themselves, what would we need doctors for? Isn’t that what you always say?"

"Brother Yin, calm down, calm down."

The way he suddenly changed how he addressed him made Yin Shixiu’s scalp tingle.

"Why don’t we order takeout?"

"Dean Xiao, let me remind you, I’m a patient."

"Your recovery’s going great now, honestly."