Jiang Ying was indescribably happy to meet Fu Cheng again at the hospital where she was interning.
"Are you busy over there? We can talk later then," Shen Lu said.
"It's fine. Let's just leave the call on."
As Fu Cheng spoke, he adjusted the camera angle so Shen Lu could see the entire hospital room.
Jiang Ying caught on. "Are you on a call? Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."
"I'm talking with my fiancée. She's very concerned about my health."
"Fiancée?" Jiang Ying froze. 'Fu Cheng has a fiancée?'
'Is it the same one from before, or… someone he found later?'
'It must be someone he found later.'
'Never mind the daughters of wealthy families; most ordinary girls' first instinct would be to abandon their fiancé upon learning he was terminally ill.'
Jiang Ying felt a pang of regret.
'She was just a bit unlucky. If only she had met Fu Cheng a little sooner, then she would be the one who could rightfully stay by his side, right?'
