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"An Xuan?" Fatty exclaimed.
Jiang Cheng continued sketching. The face of An Xuan was just taking shape, but it needed more refinement; otherwise, it wouldn't be convenient.
"Doctor." Fatty looked at Jiang Cheng and immediately said, "Isn't he a Night Watchman? And... he's already dead."
"Did you see him die?" Jiang Cheng asked.
Fatty could sense some displeasure in Jiang Cheng's tone, so he wisely swallowed his next words.
Once Jiang Cheng finished the drawing, Fatty quietly asked, "Wasn't he left behind with You Qi?" He licked his lips. "Can he really still be alive?"
"I didn't say he's Deep Red. I just think someone with such methods dying would be a shame," Jiang Cheng said, picking up the drawing and shaking it, holding it in front of his face.
Fatty nodded repeatedly. "Indeed, Doctor, this An Xuan is pretty impressive. When I heard you describe You Qi, I..."
Suddenly, Fatty seemed to realize something. He looked worried. "Doctor, you're not planning to look for An Xuan, right?"
After a moment of hesitation, he added with concern, "Doctor, not to meddle, but using Pi Ruan to find people like Chen Qiang is fine, but An Xuan is a Night Watchman. We don't know how powerful this Night Watchman organization is, but they're clearly stronger than Xia Meng's group."
Fatty gulped and looked at the disarrayed studio, caused by Xia Meng's group. "I suggest you don't play with fire."
Jiang Cheng lifted his head and looked at Fatty. The calmness in his eyes made Fatty uneasy. After a moment, Jiang Cheng said:
"Don't worry." Jiang Cheng shrugged. "I'm just leaving a memento. Maybe he's already dead, who knows?"
Fatty let out a breath of relief, then went to get a cup for himself. He drank quickly, feeling somewhat relieved as the weight on his chest lifted.
"Go sleep upstairs." Jiang Cheng stood up and stretched.
Although in reality, they had only been busy for less than a day, in the nightmare, a long time had passed.
Nightmares only replenish physical strength and bodily injuries, while the mental and intellectual strain from constant tension can't be healed.
For Fatty right now, he could fall asleep as soon as a pillow was provided.
Hearing the doctor's words, Fatty felt sleepiness come over him, but for caution's sake, he rubbed his eyes and asked, "Doctor, is anything going to happen tonight?"
"Should be fine."
After answering Fatty's question, Jiang Cheng went to his bedroom to sleep. Habitually, he tried to close the door, but upon seeing Fatty's pitiful face, he left it open.
He quickly changed into clean clothes and lay on the mattress, pulling the blanket up to his chin.
His sleeping posture was peaceful.
He didn't sleep on the bed; he never had.
He didn't like the empty feeling beneath him.
Fatty thought for a moment but then followed his usual routine, moving the sofa in front of Jiang Cheng's bedroom door and lying down on it.
From Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could just see a large head lying against the door.
Fatty hugged himself and slept contentedly.
The next morning, Fatty was awoken by the sunlight. He groggily opened his eyes and saw that the mattress was empty.
The doctor was gone.
That immediately woke him up.
"Doctor!" Fatty searched upstairs but couldn't find him. He rushed downstairs and started calling out, "Doctor, where are you?"
Just as he reached the stairs, he ran into Jiang Cheng, who was standing up from the floor with his hands on the ground.
From the rise and fall of his chest, Fatty thought he had just been working out.
He had seen Jiang Cheng doing one-handed push-ups before, and he envied the slight muscular lines on his body.
"Doctor, you haven't eaten, right?" Fatty hurriedly asked.
"Mm."
Fatty rolled up his sleeves and headed for the kitchen. "Doctor, you've worked hard, so rest a bit. I'll wash up first and then cook."
After washing his face in the bathroom, Jiang Cheng dried his hands, walked to the desk, and opened the computer. His long, strong fingers tapped the keyboard, making a crisp sound.
"Hello." Jiang Cheng answered a call.
"Doctor Jiang, it's me!" Pi Ruan's enthusiastic voice came from the phone. He was always so energetic. "Are you busy?"
"I'm in the studio."
"Great, I'll be over soon." Pi Ruan said.
Jiang Cheng, still staring at the computer, drawled, "I just woke up."
A moment later—
"Wow, what a coincidence!" Pi Ruan immediately said. "I just woke up too. I haven't had breakfast yet. Doctor Jiang, would you mind joining me for a quick..."
He chuckled. If Fatty had been there, he could've imagined Pi Ruan's fawning expression.
"Just make something simple," Jiang Cheng said nonchalantly, tapping the keyboard with one hand. "Same as usual."
"Okay, Doctor Jiang, I'm coming right now."
"Wait!"
Pi Ruan, who had been about to call the hotel to prepare breakfast, immediately put the phone back to his ear. "Doctor Jiang," he asked respectfully, "Is there anything else?"
"Two servings." Jiang Cheng said.
"Got it."
Pi Ruan's enthusiastic voice contrasted sharply with Jiang Cheng's calm and even cold tone.
Fatty had previously advised the doctor to be more courteous to clients, especially since it was business, and there's that saying: "Don't open a store without a smile."
Make the customers feel at home.
Fatty was about to continue his advice but stopped because he saw Jiang Cheng raise his head and calmly stare at him. After less than three seconds of eye contact, Fatty obediently went back to mopping the floor.
Soon, he went to the kitchen and cleaned Jiang Cheng's favorite coffee cup thoroughly, four or five times inside and out, until it looked like new.
It even reflected the sunlight.
"Fatty." Jiang Cheng didn't look up and called.
Fatty poked his head out of the kitchen, blinking. "Doctor, did you call me?" He wiped his hands on his old clothes.
"Don't make breakfast. Pi Ruan's coming later." Jiang Cheng said. "He bought too much breakfast and is asking us to help him out."
"Oh, okay, Doctor."
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Fatty swallowed, staring at the table full of breakfast. He was momentarily lost, thinking, "Who am I, and where am I?"
It was the first time he'd seen someone have lobster with cheese for breakfast, as well as steak with bones wrapped in aluminum foil.
Isn't that a bit too much?
And Pi Ruan, who brought the breakfast, didn't eat a single bite. He was busy smiling and wearing disposable gloves while peeling spicy crayfish for Jiang Cheng.
While Pi Ruan stepped out to make a phone call, Fatty swallowed the shrimp he had in his mouth and quickly asked, "Doctor, are you sure Pi Ruan bought this breakfast for himself?"
"Mm." Jiang Cheng swallowed the small crayfish in his mouth and then bit into a crab roe bun, causing yellow soup to spill out.
"He can eat two servings of steak, twelve crab roe buns, two bowls of fish soup noodles, a serving of spicy crayfish, drunken crab, and three of these giant lobsters?" Fatty held up a lobster claw, which was wider than his hand.
After drinking some tea, Jiang Cheng looked up at Fatty and slowly said, "That's why I said he bought too much."
(End of the Chapter)
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