118: Chapter 118 Sending Ye Xueying Back

Secretary General Cao Yun looked at Wang Yang, was silent for a few seconds, and then spoke.

"Xueying, let Wang Yang try. I trust him."

His voice was calm, but very firm.

Wang Yang looked at him, understanding in his heart that this was the trust the system had given him.

Secretary General Cao Yun's extreme trust in him was not just for show.

Ye Xueying glanced at Secretary General Cao Yun, then looked at Wang Yang.

She bit her lip, her fingers clutching the hem of her clothes until her knuckles turned white.

A battle was raging in her heart.

She didn't believe that someone as young as Wang Yang could have any solutions.

The best doctors in the country had already seen him; both Traditional Chinese Medicine and Western medicine had been tried, but nothing worked.

But he was also someone her godfather trusted, and her godfather never misjudged people.

She thought of her grandfather lying on the bed, thin and gaunt, and remembered him holding her hand and saying, "Grandpa is fine."

She remembered how his whole body would tremble when he coughed.

Ye Xueying took a deep breath.

"Okay. I trust you."

A smile slowly curled at the corners of Wang Yang's mouth.

"When is Elder Ye free? I will come by to take a look."

Ye Xueying thought for a moment.

"Let's make it tomorrow. I'll come pick you up tomorrow."

Wang Yang nodded.

"Alright. Call me when you arrive tomorrow, and I'll come downstairs to meet you."

Ye Xueying gave a hum of acknowledgment and wiped away her tears.

Secretary General Cao Yun laughed and raised his wine glass.

"Come on, let's eat, let's eat. The food is getting cold."

Auntie Cao also laughed and picked up a piece of fish, placing it into Wang Yang's bowl.

"Little Yang, eat more. I'll have to trouble you again tomorrow."

Wang Yang smiled and accepted it. Cao Yao sat opposite him, looking at him with bright eyes.

"Brother Wang, can you really cure Sister Xueying's grandfather?"

Wang Yang smiled.

"I'll do my best."

Cao Yao nodded and picked up a shrimp, placing it into his bowl.

"Then Brother Wang should eat more; you need to be full to have the strength to treat the illness."

Wang Yang was amused by her.

Ye Xueying also smiled, the corners of her mouth curling up, though her eyes were still red.

But she looked much more relaxed overall.

The meal lasted nearly an hour.

Secretary General Cao Yun had two glasses of wine, his face flushed, and he kept pulling Wang Yang to talk.

Wang Yang listened and occasionally responded with a few sentences.

After finishing their meal, Cao Yao and Ye Xueying left the table and huddled on the sofa, whispering to each other.

Auntie Cao cleared the dishes, and when Wang Yang offered to help, she pushed him away.

"You are a guest, just sit."

Wang Yang had no choice but to sit and drink tea with Secretary General Cao Yun. The tea was freshly brewed Longjing, sweet and refreshing, with a lingering aftertaste.

Outside the window, the night grew darker, and the city lights shone brightly.

Secretary General Cao Yun put down his teacup and looked at the clock on the wall.

"Little Yang, it's getting late, go back and rest early. There is important business tomorrow."

Wang Yang stood up, said goodbye to Auntie Cao, and bid farewell to Cao Yao.

He glanced at Ye Xueying, who was holding her phone, her fingers swiping across the screen.

Secretary General Cao Yun also looked at her and smiled.

"Xueying, you should go back too. It's perfect to have Little Yang take you; it's on his way."

Ye Xueying was stunned for a moment, looked up, and her face flushed slightly.

"Godfather, I can just take a taxi myself..."

Secretary General Cao Yun waved his hand.

"What kind of taxi? It's late at night, it's not safe for a girl like you. Little Yang isn't an outsider, let him take you."

Ye Xueying glanced at Wang Yang, then lowered her head, swiped her finger across the phone screen, and didn't speak.

The tips of her ears were red, as if stained with rouge.

Cao Yao, sitting nearby, covered her mouth and giggled, but after being glared at by Ye Xueying, she shrank her neck.

Wang Yang smiled.

"Alright, I'll take Xueying back."

Ye Xueying stood up, picked up her bag from the sofa, and walked to the door with her head down.

Auntie Cao came out of the kitchen holding a bag containing several food containers.

"Xueying, these are the ribs and shrimp I made, take them home to eat. Don't always eat takeout when you're out on your own."

Ye Xueying took the bag and held it in her arms.

"Thank you, Godmother."

Auntie Cao looked at Wang Yang again.

"Little Yang, drive slowly on the road."

Wang Yang nodded.

"I know, Auntie Cao."

The two changed their shoes and walked to the door.

Secretary General Cao Yun stood in the living room and waved at them.

"Be careful on the road. Send me a message when you arrive."

Ye Xueying gave a hum of acknowledgment, opened the door, and walked out.

Wang Yang followed behind and closed the door behind him.

The hallway was very quiet, with only the sound of their footsteps.

The carpet was thick, making no sound when stepped on.

Ye Xueying walked in front, holding the bag of food containers, her pace neither fast nor slow.

She was wearing a creamy white sweater, light blue jeans, and had changed her plush slippers for ankle boots.

Her hair was draped over her shoulders, long, black, and straight.

As she walked, the ends of her hair swayed gently.

Wang Yang walked beside her, not speaking.

The two entered the elevator, and the door closed.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, their reflections visible in the mirrored walls.

Ye Xueying lowered her head, looking at the bag in her hands, her ears still red.

Wang Yang stood beside her, his hands in his coat pockets, his gaze fixed on the elevator door.

The elevator descended slowly, the numbers jumping from 18 to 17, then from 17 to 16.

Ye Xueying suddenly spoke.

"Brother Wang."

"Hm?"

Ye Xueying bit her lip.

"Tomorrow... are you really confident?"

Wang Yang looked at her.

"I said, I cannot guarantee it will definitely work. But I will do my best."

Ye Xueying nodded and lowered her head again.

The elevator arrived at the first floor, the door opened, and cold wind poured in through the gap.

The two walked out of the apartment building door, the residential complex's streetlights were on, and the orange light fell on the ground, casting long shadows.

Wang Yang's car was parked downstairs, the black X5M shining with a cold light under the streetlamp.

He opened the passenger door, and Ye Xueying sat in, holding the bag.

The car door closed, and the sound of the wind outside and the city's bustle were instantly cut off.

Inside the car, it was very quiet, the heater was on, and warm air blew from the vents, carrying a faint scent of leather.

She leaned back in the seat, placing the bag on her knees.

Her fingers were still clutching the handles of the bag, her knuckles white.

Wang Yang sat in the driver's seat and closed the door.

The cramped space in the car cabin brought the two of them closer together.

He smelled a faint fragrance drifting over from her.

It wasn't perfume; it was the sweet scent of shampoo and body wash mixed together.

Like a freshly peeled orange.

Or like fresh sprouts in spring, pure and without a trace of impurity.

Wang Yang felt a stir in his heart and turned his head to look at Ye Xueying.

She was looking down, her ears red, her eyelashes drooping like two small fans.

The car's reading light was on, and the warm yellow light fell on her face, making her skin look translucent and fair.

Even the fine fuzz could be seen.

Ye Xueying placed the bag on her lap and reached out to pull the seatbelt.

She pulled, but it didn't move; it was stuck.

She pulled again, but it was still stuck.

Her fingers fiddled with the seatbelt, trying to straighten it, but the more she fiddled, the tighter it got, stuck there without moving an inch.

Her face flushed even redder, her fingers panicked, and she pulled again.

Wang Yang turned his body.

"Let me."

His voice was very low, appearing exceptionally clear in the quiet car cabin.

Ye Xueying's hand stopped in mid-air, motionless.

Wang Yang reached out and took the seatbelt from her hand.

His fingers touched her fingers; they were cool and soft.