Chapter Sixty-Six: He Thought She Was Unwilling

Lu Wenchuan noticed that Sang Yijia’s brows were slightly furrowed as well, and instinctively assumed she was unwilling. “I’ll think of a solution when the time comes.”

“Huh?” Sang Yijia responded with a soft sound, “Alright.”

Neither of them was very familiar with the other, and Lu Wenchuan was only participating in this episode of the show; someone else would take his place in the next. It was better to keep a polite distance.

Sang Yijia nodded, “If you need anything, just let me know.”

This wasn’t in line with the rules and requirements, so their conversation was kept as quiet as possible, almost in whispers.

Yan Ningsi glanced over, chuckling slyly, “Who would’ve thought?”

“Jiajia and Brother Lu ended up in the same room.”

Bian He clicked his tongue, spinning the card in his hand. “You make it sound like we’re not all under the same roof.”

Yan Ningsi shot him a glare. “But we’re in two rooms!”

“Two rooms!” Yan Ningsi stressed loudly again, catching sight of Zhuang Fei out of the corner of her eye.

Bian He nearly covered his ears, nodding quickly in agreement, “Yes, yes, two rooms.”

Their innocence was thoroughly proven—cleaner than if they’d fallen into the Yellow River and washed themselves off.

With the room assignments settled, the three couples headed off to unpack. Director Chen didn’t interfere much and simply said lunch would be provided.

Other tasks would only be announced after the lunch break.

Director Chen withdrew. Sang Yijia turned and saw Zhang Mingyang and Zhuang Fei still waiting for her. She said a word to Lu Wenchuan before heading over. “Doctor Zhang, I’ll be troubling you for a while.”

Her cold had almost entirely passed—after taking medicine and getting plenty of rest and hot water, she’d woken up that morning nearly recovered.

Sang Yijia thought there was no need for Zhang Mingyang and Zhuang Fei to stay any longer.

“It’s nothing,” Zhang Mingyang waved it off. “Besides, we’re treating this as a vacation too.”

“It’s thanks to Miss Sang’s good fortune,” Zhuang Fei nodded energetically. “We hardly ever get days off—three hundred sixty-five days a year, always on call.”

Even though they didn’t work at a public hospital, private hospitals kept them busy as well.

The shifts rotated around the clock, but overall, it was a bit less intense than at a public hospital.

Now, with five or six days off, Zhuang Fei felt he’d hit the jackpot. He glanced at Sang Yijia again, his smile growing even more genuine.

“Miss Sang, please don’t tell Mr. Sang,” Zhuang Fei squinted his eyes, grinning like an oversized puppy. Sang Yijia almost couldn’t resist reaching out to ruffle his hair.

“Alright.” Sang Yijia smiled too. “Big Brother has already explained it to me.”

“He’ll handle everything; I’ll follow his arrangements.”

Zhang Mingyang noticed Lu Wenchuan approaching and nodded to him. “Since that’s settled, we won’t disturb your work any longer.”

“If anything comes up, just call me.” He showed Sang Yijia their room card. “This is our room number.”

“If you need anything, come find us directly.”

“Alright,” Sang Yijia agreed.

Lu Wenchuan came over, nodded at Zhang Mingyang in greeting, then turned to Sang Yijia. “It’s getting late. Let’s go back.”

“Mm.” Sang Yijia assumed Lu Wenchuan was eager to see the room so he could figure out how to arrange for an extra one.

They entered the elevator together, with Zhang Mingyang and Zhuang Fei on the same floor; the filming crew could only squeeze a few people in.

The main cameraman joined, but the elevator’s signal was poor, so the livestream faltered.

Luckily, the ride was short—just a few seconds.

With a ding, the doors opened and Zhuang Fei and Zhang Mingyang stepped out first.

“Miss Sang, we’ll be off, then.” Zhuang Fei waved before following Zhang Mingyang down the corridor.

As the elevator doors closed, Lu Wenchuan asked, “Are you close with them?”

“Hm?” Sang Yijia thought for a moment and shook her head. “Not really.”

“They’re my brother’s people.” Although called a family doctor, Zhang Mingyang was mainly responsible for Sang Qiwen’s health.

“This is actually our first meeting,” Sang Yijia explained as the elevator reached their floor.

Out in the corridor, the carpet muffled their steps. At their door, Sang Yijia swiped the keycard, and the cameras inside were already set up.

Two beds, each 1.2 meters wide, stood with two nightstands between them, making it clear that each had their own space.

Sharing a room but sleeping in separate beds—this arrangement was acceptable to Sang Yijia.

“I’ll go check the rest of the place.” Lu Wenchuan glanced at the beds, then inspected the bathroom and corners, only relaxing after confirming there were no hidden cameras.

“It’s safe here.”

The cameraman following them felt a little exasperated.

Sang Yijia blinked, amusement in her eyes. “Isn’t this hotel part of your company? You’re still this cautious?”

Lu Wenchuan didn’t deny it. “The hotel does regular inspections, but being careful never hurts.”

“You’re right.” Sang Yijia nodded in agreement, then set her suitcase aside and looked around. “I thought the double room would be much smaller.”

But it was surprisingly spacious.

The twin beds were each 1.2 meters wide, with matching nightstands. Across from them were two desks and computer chairs, and the bay window had two cushions.

It was the nicest room Sang Yijia had ever seen. As a working woman on business trips, she’d never been able to afford anything this nice—usually, it was just budget rooms.

The room was already tidy; all she had to change was the hotel bedding.

Everyone knew Sang Yijia liked green.

Lu Wenchuan noticed her bedding was forest green. After a moment, he opened his own suitcase and took out his set.

“I didn’t expect you to bring your own.” Lu Wenchuan always seemed so businesslike; these little details didn’t seem like something he’d prepare. Sang Yijia guessed his family had packed for him.

“I do.” His bedding was green as well, though a deeper shade—almost black, but unmistakably green.

“I didn’t think we’d have the same favorite color.” Sang Yijia raised her brows in surprise.

Lu Wenchuan replied evenly, “I use computers a lot for work—after a while, you get used to green.”

“Oh, I see.” Sang Yijia nodded repeatedly. That was why she’d come to like green too.

“Green really is soothing.” In the past, at the orphanage, Sang Yijia had loved pink, red, sky blue—every bright color.

Most of the clothes at the orphanage were donated; the director would pick out what fit and was still wearable to distribute among them.

During those years, Sang Yijia rarely got clothes in colors she liked. When she grew up and got a scholarship in college, she’d buy a few favorite pieces within her means—but the happiness just wasn’t there anymore.

Later, as work got busier and she started saving money, the color of her clothes stopped mattering. As long as they were affordable and wearable, that was enough.