He seemed to be examining carefully, but in reality, his thoughts were still immersed in the beef jerky Luo Yanqing had produced.
They were both on their second marriages, yet the young wife he had married couldn’t compare in looks or learning to the one Wen Siyuan had married. Even in terms of temperament and caring for their husbands, there was a clear gap.
The most critical point was that he had remarried several months earlier than Siyuan. Yet, his wife... had never once brought him anything.
The research institute was somewhat far from the compound, but making the trip wasn’t difficult.
With his thoughts turning to this, Wen Siyuan sighed deeply in his heart. There really was no comparison between people!
No matter how much he coveted Comrade Luo Yanqing, after all, aside from envying, he was still just envying. There was no other way for him to have a considerate and sensible wife like Yanqing.
...
As Kang Li left, Feng Yi looked at his friend lying on the other hospital bed, who had awakened from his coma: "Are you feeling okay?"
Mo Yan grunted in response.
"You lost a lot of blood. If not for Sister Kang Li, our chances would have been grim."
As Feng Yi spoke, he tested the temperature at the edge of the lunch box: "Can you sit up? The dumplings are at a nice temperature, eat while they’re warm." He moved to sit on the side of the bed, picked up the spoon from his own lunch box, and began to eat one dumpling after another.
Mo Yan slowly sat up, casually propping a pillow behind himself and leaning against the headboard. He turned his attention to Feng Yi: "Sister Kang Li? Was it her?"
"Yeah. The sister you saw when you opened your eyes, that’s Sister Kang Li." Feng Yi nodded, continuing to stuff dumplings into his mouth without pause.


Mo Yan’s eyebrows nearly knitted into knots.

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