The Real "Patient's Big Gift Pack": Wrong Process, Right Result

Click.

The tab of the can was pulled open. Ye Cheng unpacked the Six Nuclear Bombs, took out a can, and drank it with great relish. Of course, he didn't keep it all to himself; he considerately handed a can to everyone around him, even helping little Duoduo pull the tab open.

"Delicious!" Ye Cheng gave a generous thumbs-up.

Tang Yuyao and the others were still silent, not saying a word. It seemed the shock hadn't worn off yet. A moment later, the first person to break the ice finally appeared.

"The taste is indeed not bad. Little Ye, your taste is as unique as ever." The woman took the opened Six Nuclear Bombs from her daughter's hands, took a sip, and thought... the taste was much better than expected.

As for their daughter, she was crying so heartbrokenly right now that she probably had no mood to drink. Even if she did, it would probably taste bitter. Was it tears, or the "Nuclear Bomb"?

Damn it, the wipers were already turned on, so why couldn't she see the road ahead clearly!

"Yeah, I think it tastes good too!" Seizing the opportunity, Old Gong flashed in to join the conversation; otherwise... he would just be staring awkwardly at Tang Yuyao.

Old Gong took a sip of the Six Nuclear... Bombs in his hand. Well, the taste was indeed quite good. This kid wasn't bad, his eye for things was as sharp as ever.

In the hospital room, except for the heartbroken Evil Little Dora, everyone else had already taken a drink. Tang Yuyao, on the other hand, became even more silent. What was wrong with this world? Was she crazy, or was the world crazy? Six Nuclear Bombs?

Just which obscure corner did Ye Cheng dig up this sketchy, unbranded product from?

Being able to find such a product was a skill in itself. But for some reason, seeing this product in Ye Cheng's hands didn't feel out of place at all. In fact, it felt... completely natural.

A minute later.

"Not bad." Tang Yuyao drank it too.

Fine, she admitted that she had been looking at him through colored glasses earlier, but you couldn't really blame her, right? No normal person would buy Six Nuclear Bombs to drink, would they?

"See, I told you!" Ye Cheng raised his eyebrows, looking cheerful. He took another sip of the Nuclear Bomb in his hand, then continued to rummage through the massive Patient Gift Pack he had just bought.

This Patient Gift Pack was what Tang Yuyao had ordered Ye Cheng to buy after she knocked him out outside earlier.

Since they were Ye Cheng's friends, and she was currently acting as his girlfriend, it would be unreasonable not to show some courtesy when her boyfriend's good friend was sick.

Moreover, it was such an important occasion as their first meeting, so she had to keep up appearances.

Tang Yuyao had transferred twenty thousand yuan to Ye Cheng, telling him to buy something decent and keep the change as a running fee.

As a result...

Tang Yuyao looked at the Patient Gift Pack Ye Cheng had brought back.

Six Nuclear Bombs, a fruit basket—though it looked like Ye Cheng had bought the fruit and the basket separately and cobbled them together himself—a Want Want Gift Pack, Iced Black Tea, Leibi...

Tang Yuyao was speechless.

What in the world was all this!!!

Gold bars were practically falling off Ye Cheng with every two steps he took.

In a blind spot where the couple, Old Gong and his wife, couldn't see, Tang Yuyao stealthily reached her hand behind Ye Cheng, pinched the soft flesh at his waist, and squeezed hard!

"You've got some nerve, kid. I tell you to buy stuff and this is what you get?" Tang Yuyao smiled without the smile reaching her eyes, whispering complaints in a voice only the two of them could hear.

According to Tang Yuyao's original plan, the things Ye Cheng bought were supposed to be a token of their regards for visiting a patient. Instead... Ye Cheng bought a bunch of weird stuff, almost angering Tang Yuyao to death.

You damn brat, are you trying to play me like a fool!

She had wanted to show off, but ended up making a fool of herself. Tang Yuyao almost wanted to call the police; Ye Cheng was too much of a scammer...

Facing Tang Yuyao's questioning and lack of understanding, Ye Cheng looked heartbroken: "Dr. Tang, you make me so sad. These are gifts I carefully selected. How can you say that about me? Is it just because they're freaking cheap, because they cost less than two hundred bucks combined, because they're knockoffs, because..."

Tang Yuyao was full of question marks.

The more Ye Cheng spoke, the more question marks popped up in Tang Yuyao's head. If the setting wasn't inappropriate, Tang Yuyao would have loved to perform an offline octagon cage match right there in the hospital room. She wanted to brutally KO a certain someone!

Dealing with Ye Cheng was a matter for later. She couldn't do it now; she still needed Ye Cheng's help right now. It was just a matter of what kind of help...

"Listen here, I am your girlfriend right now," Tang Yuyao lowered her voice.

"Since when did that happen?" Ye Cheng blinked, tossed a Want Want mini steamed bun into his mouth, and began to chew loudly...

Tang Yuyao's face flushed red.

Okay, she admitted that not discussing this with Ye Cheng beforehand was her fault, but couldn't he just let it slide considering how pretty, gentle, and generous she was... Fine, she was just being unreasonable!

So what if she wanted a little bit of privilege?

Was that asking too much?

Besides, it wasn't like she hadn't sacrificed anything, right?

She had her advantages too, all of which were... Moreover, she was a pure maiden, they couldn't just let this matter go, right?

It's perfectly reasonable for me to collect a little interest, isn't it?

Countless thoughts finally reached Tang Yuyao's throat, turning into a single sentence: "Twenty thousand yuan."

Ye Cheng was shocked.

Funds received. Instantly possessed by the gods, the look in Ye Cheng's eyes as he stared at Tang Yuyao went from his usual wise and pure demeanor to being full of love, as if he were looking at crisp red banknotes.

"From now on, I am your boyfriend!" Ye Cheng's tone was firm, his gaze as resolute as if he had just seen a large bottle of Iced Black Tea.

Tang Yuyao was speechless.

The process was wrong, but the result was right.

Whatever, never mind. As long as it was right.

Whether it was Tang Yuyao's illusion or not, she felt like Ye Cheng hadn't even opened his mouth when he spoke to her just now?

He didn't pause while eating, yet the voice just came out?

How strange, it must be an illusion, right?

Tang Yuyao didn't dwell on this insignificant little detail, assuming she just hadn't paid attention or had seen it wrong.

Meanwhile, from the perspective of the couple nearby, Tang Yuyao looked like she was having some kind of episode, muttering to herself, whispering complaints, and saying God knows what.

"Old Gong, is it my imagination, or did Little Ye not even open his mouth to speak? Or is this Miss Tang..."

The woman didn't finish her sentence, stopping right there, but she tapped her head with her hand, implying that there might be something wrong with Tang Yuyao's brain.

It couldn't be helped; the scene was indeed a bit bizarre. Ye Cheng was just sitting there eating, while Tang Yuyao's expressions were incredibly vivid, angry one second and happy the next. It was hard not to think it was a mental issue.

Old Gong was speechless.

Was it possible... that this kid knew ventriloquism?

Old Gong's mouth twitched, but he remained silent, planning to gossip with his wife later. Otherwise, if he spoke now, Ye Cheng would eavesdrop again. After all... ventriloquism wasn't the only trick up Ye Cheng's sleeve.

Ventriloquism was originally used by professional ventriloquists for performances and conversing with dummies. It was extremely difficult to learn, requiring considerable talent, and finding employment was rather troublesome. The result was predictable: it had steadily declined over the years until it was now nearly extinct...

Well, wouldn't you know it, for Ye Cheng—a man with a wide range of hobbies who believed that having many skills never weighed one down—his ventriloquism was at least at a high-level professional standard. Reaching the master level would have posed a slight challenge and required dedicated time to learn, so he just stopped there.

Even though he only learned it up to a certain point, it was more than enough for everyday use.

How could Tang Yuyao's whispers even be called secret?

Her expressions were practically written all over her face, and her mouth was constantly moving. Anyone with a basic grasp of lip-reading could instantly decipher what she was saying. Ye Cheng's method of communicating via ventriloquism was what you would call a true whisper—there was zero chance of it being caught by lip-readers.

What is that?

You are asking what kind of decent person knows lip-reading and actively stares at others to use it?

Ye Cheng: They exist, bro, they do!

So, while Ye Cheng was gossiping with Tang Yuyao, he was simultaneously watching Old Gong and his wife across from them, reading their lips as they discussed how Tang Yuyao must have something wrong with her head. Ye Cheng translated it perfectly on his end, not missing a single word!

"Little Ye, I can take care of Old Gong here. You two can go ahead and get back to your business," the woman said with a smile.

Ye Cheng nodded, dumped the last of the mini steamed buns from the bag directly into his mouth, and swallowed them all in one go. "Alright, chew chew chew... see you next time chew chew chew..."

After saying that, Ye Cheng waved his hand and left, sipping the remaining half-bottle of his Six Nukes walnut drink. Tang Yuyao had not even processed what happened before Ye Cheng completely vanished. She was a bit dumbfounded. In contrast, the couple acted completely normal, seemingly well accustomed to this.

Tang Yuyao: "???"

Am I the only one who thinks this is weird?

"Then we won't bother you any longer, goodbye." Tang Yuyao hurriedly stood up and chased after him outside. You damn brat, wait for me!!!

Click clack click clack. The crisp sound of high heels gradually faded away. Only then did the woman close the door, leaving the couple to talk in private.

While she was at it, she began to organize the counterfeit and shoddy products that Ye Cheng had brought over.

"Where did Little Ye even get all these weird things... Hmm? Old Gong, look at this!"

The woman held a stack of cash in her hand. She counted it—five thousand. As if realizing something, she hurriedly checked the other items. Sure enough, it was the same situation. Money was evenly distributed in various inconspicuous places. The one she had just found was actually the most obvious, hidden among the fruits; picking one up immediately revealed the hidden trick.

"Since when did Little Ye become so rich?" the woman asked, her face full of shock.

Old Gong just smiled and did not say anything. Based on his understanding of Ye Cheng... this money probably did not belong to him. Ye Cheng was genuinely broke and never kept any money on him.

And the truth... was exactly that.

Tang Yuyao had given him twenty thousand, and Ye Cheng had spent twenty thousand: two hundred on gifts, and over eighteen thousand in cash... This was Tang Yuyao's goodwill, and Ye Cheng had passed it on completely untouched.

The process was flawed, but the result was correct.

"Just keep it. If that kid really wanted to make money, it would be far too easy for him..." Old Gong shook his head. Although the woman did not quite understand what kind of telepathy the two men shared, she still nodded in agreement.

After all... in all these years, Ye Cheng had never been wrong in the things he did.

Duoduo: "Waaahhhh, Uncle, boohoohoo..."

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