The Ceo Of The Company Next Door Seems To Have A Crush On Me Chapter 17

The shock of Yan Xucheng’s red hair at the hospital was considerable. Especially since the staff all wore white coats, the patients wore hospital gowns, and even the visiting family members were uniformly dressed in suits, black, white, and gray. Yan Xucheng’s red hair stood out in the crowd like a fiery red fox among a group of white rabbits.

Uncle-Master Fang, in his capacity as a department head, once sharply commented, “You look like a red candle appearing among a pile of white candles at a funeral.”

As a junior attending physician, Yan Xucheng naturally had to humor the esteemed department head—how could he let the director’s words fall flat? Even if the director wasn’t his direct superior: “A blend of fortune and misfortune?”

“No—” Fang Li drank his pudding red bean milk tea from his thermos with the solemn air of someone sipping pre-Qingming Longjing tea: “Watch out for baldness.”

“Tch.” Yan Xucheng lowered his head to eat. Today’s plum spareribs in the cafeteria were super delicious, sweet and sour.

Fang Li was displeased: “Nephew, don’t just focus on eating without talking. Your Uncle-Master is sharing valuable experience from a veteran.”

Yan Xucheng could only look up as Fang Li wished: “Uncle-Master, I am naturally blessed and won’t go bald early like you.”

Fang Li was extremely unhappy: “You should just eat. Don’t talk while eating; it makes it hard for others to swallow their food.”

“So, Uncle-Master, you admit you’re bald?”

“No! I’m not bald! Don’t listen to your teacher’s nonsense.” Fang Li tried to banish the image of him being bald from Yan Xucheng’s mind.

Fang Li and Yan Xucheng’s mentor, Wang Peiqiong, once studied surgery under the same industry heavyweight. Later, Wang Peiqiong dedicated herself to both education and medical research and is now an academician.

Meanwhile, Wang Peiqiong’s close junior apprentice from those days—Fang Li—unexpectedly switched halfway to study psychology. In Yan Xucheng’s memory, Fang Li often appeared as a negative example in Wang Peiqiong’s classes, such as—

“You must never become like that bald guy later on…”

“Back then, Fang the Baldy…”

“Fang Shaobai…”

This led Yan Xucheng to always believe this bald Uncle-Master was named Fang Shaobai. Out of curiosity, he even Googled the name, but only strange and unrelated people popped up.

According to Teacher Wang, if this Uncle-Master Fang hadn’t changed careers, he would definitely have become a renowned doctor in the industry. But now he was obscure, lost among the masses, and even Google couldn’t find this former genius. Yan Xucheng henceforth believed his mentor implicitly.

However, it wasn’t until Wang Peiqiong personally introduced Yan Xucheng to the bald Uncle-Master that Yan Xucheng discovered two major things. First, the bald Uncle-Master wasn’t actually bald; his hair was the envy of many colleagues. Second, the bald Uncle-Master wasn’t called Fang Shaobai; his given name was just Li, Fang Li.

Afterward, Yan Xucheng quietly asked, “Master, why did you call Uncle-Master Fang Li, Fang Shaobai?”

Wang Peiqiong replied matter-of-factly, “Because he had premature gray hair (Shaobai tou), of course.”

So, Fang Shaobai was a nickname.

He truly was a cultured person, giving such a poetic nickname. Yan Xucheng reflected on his own nickname-giving abilities: “Fallen Brother, Mama’s Boy Brother, Telescope Brother.”

Monotonous, extremely monotonous! Boring, extremely boring!

Yan Xucheng conceded defeat.

All three nicknames referred to Yan Zhu. Fallen Brother was because Yan Zhu’s family ran an auction house. Mama’s Boy Brother is self-explanatory. Telescope Brother was because when he was dating Jiang Mingyi, he always took her to the observatory to look at the stars.

Looking at stars? Yan Xucheng wanted to punch him into a constellation.

Fortunately, Jiang Mingyi had finally parted ways with Yan Zhu. From now on, they would go their separate ways. Seeing his best friend since childhood finally escape the mire made Yan Xucheng want to set off fireworks to celebrate. Unfortunately, fireworks weren’t allowed in the city, so Yan Xucheng had to settle for the next best thing: having Jiang Mingyi help him move as a celebration.

Although Jiang Mingyi didn’t understand why moving, a physical chore, could be considered a form of celebration, since Yan Xucheng asked for her help, she readily agreed without a second thought.

The day after divorcing Yan Zhu, Jiang Mingyi told her parents. In the elderly couple’s memory, they had been a loving couple not long ago, and now it felt as if they had suddenly time-traveled ten years into the future; their heads were spinning.

Luckily, the two elders were old in age but young at heart and quickly accepted reality. What else could they do?

Since they had already agreed to help Yan Xucheng move on Saturday, Jiang Mingyi simply stayed at home on Friday, planning to knock on Yan Xucheng’s door first thing in the morning.

One could say the ideal was rich, but reality…

Jiang Mingyi’s mother, Shen Heyan, sat by Jiang Mingyi’s bed, looking helplessly at her daughter, whose face was flushed with sleep.

Logically, a normal person’s sleep quality should worsen with age as they have more on their mind, but Jiang Mingyi’s sleep quality had actually improved. She patted Jiang Mingyi’s quilt: “Xiao Ming, hurry up and get out of bed. Didn’t you say you were helping Xiao Cheng move yesterday?”

Jiang Mingyi didn’t move an inch. However, Shen Heyan didn’t need to worry too much. Childhood sweethearts always shared some inexplicable telepathy. For example, Yan Xucheng hadn’t woken up either.

Lan Lan’s morning exercise time on her day off was later than usual. She ran into Shen Heyan as she left the house. As neighbors for decades, one look was enough for them to understand: “Yours hasn’t woken up either?”

In unison!

It was clear that not only did the childhood sweethearts share telepathy, but their parents were no different.

Ultimately, it was Yan Xucheng, excited about moving to his new home, who woke up earlier. He got dressed and went next door to knock. Jiang Mingyi’s father, Jiang Zhi, was kneading dough inside. He wiped the flour from his hands on his apron and went to open the door.

“Uncle Jiang.”

“Oh, Xiao Yan. You’re here for Xiao Ming, right? She’s washing her face. Go entertain yourself for a bit.” Yan Xucheng had been coming to their house since he was little, so Jiang Zhi didn’t treat him as an outsider and returned to wrestling with the dough.

Jiang Mingyi was quite fast. By the time Yan Xucheng popped the seventh strawberry into his mouth, she rushed out energetically: “Let’s go!”

“Let’s go!”

Although they called it moving, the new house was already fully furnished. Yan Xucheng only needed to bring some clothes for changing. Just enough to get by. The mostly empty walk-in closet gave Yan Xucheng the idea for a massive shopping spree. Yan Xucheng planned meticulously: “I can finally spend all the renovation money my mom gave me.”

By the time they arrived at Yulu Bay, it was nearly noon. Seeing the name of the residential area again, Jiang Mingyi couldn’t help but sigh: “The names of residential areas nowadays are getting more and more diverse. The traditional ‘Fortune, Prosperity, Longevity’ no longer satisfies them.”

Yan Xucheng was quite fond of his future home and replied, “Maybe this company has another complex called Jinfeng Bay.”

When the Golden Wind (Jinfeng) meets the Jade Dew (Yulu), it surpasses countless moments in the human world.

Jiang Mingyi nodded: “That name is quite romantic.”

Although there weren’t many items, there were still three boxes. What could be done? Yan Xucheng had been a delicate baby since childhood; he even had to sip yogurt in small mouthfuls. No wonder he was often robbed by greedy bullies. Fortunately, Jiang Mingyi was there. When they were little, she could help Yan Xucheng retrieve his yogurt, and now she could help him carry two boxes to the door.

They didn’t encounter many people along the way. It made sense; the residents here were generally young and strong High-Net-Worth Individuals, the high-level worker bees. Logically, they should all be in their offices, furiously typing out proposals while chugging coffee.

Yulu Bay had various layouts: two units per floor, three units per floor, and four units per floor. Considering that Yan Xucheng was highly likely to start a family here, the elderly couple hadn’t spared any expense and bought him the largest type. Yan Xucheng looked at the rug in front of his door, then at the rug in front of his only neighbor’s door, comparing them back and forth: “I think I still like theirs better.”

Jiang Mingyi looked too, blindly supporting Yan Xucheng: “How could that be? Yours is better.”

“Really?” Yan Xucheng was a little doubtful.

“Of course!” Jiang Mingyi’s expression allowed no room for doubt.

After dropping off the items, Yan Xucheng originally planned to treat Jiang Mingyi to a meal, but Jiang Mingyi had a flight to catch in the afternoon and needed to go home to pack her luggage now.

Yan Xucheng only just found this out and was teary-eyed with emotion: “Jiang Jiang—you’re about to go on a business trip, yet you still came to help me move. I’m so touched~”

Jiang Mingyi patted Yan Xucheng’s shoulder: “Hehe, we’re best friends, aren’t we?”

Yan Xucheng, who finally had a weekend off, lost his playmate for fun and could only stay home alone.

He originally wanted to find his other good friends, but there was no helping it; the adult world was so busy. Everyone’s Saturday was a workday.

Perhaps only after a worker bee becomes the boss can they enjoy a weekend off whenever they please.

“Achoo!” Lu Zhijian was revising documents in his office when he suddenly sneezed. He stood up and checked the windows; they were all tightly shut.

There was a knock on the office door, and before Lu Zhijian could answer, it pushed open. The person who entered was Mo Hui, carrying a large stack of documents. Mo Hui narrowed her eyes at Lu Zhijian, who was wandering around the office instead of working properly: “President Lu, what are you doing?”

“Sigh.” Lu Zhijian didn’t reply.

How could such a thing happen in the world? He was clearly the boss, yet he was being forced to work by his secretary?

Fortunately, Mo Hui didn’t need a response from Lu Zhijian. She put down the documents and left with renewed vigor. Lu Zhijian watched her steady steps, contemplating promoting her early.

It looked like he could make her Vice President ahead of schedule.