Rebirth: She is Ready for a Counterattack!-Chapter 261 - 260: Discharged (40+ Monthly Votes)

Watching as the five people left with Fang Shaohan, Gu Xiaoqing let out a sigh of relief and ate her meal with ease. The food was really tasty, and light enough that she ate quite a bit.

Just as Gu Xiaoqing was about to tidy up the leftover food, a nurse walked in to clean up.

While tidying up, the nurse admired, "Your boyfriend is really handsome, and he’s so attentive and considerate towards you. I’ve never seen a man take such meticulous care of a patient. You weren’t aware, but yesterday when he brought you here, he was so anxious that he was sweating all over, clutching your hand without letting go, murmuring something about not wanting to be late for so long."

The little nurse was clearly full of admiration.

Gu Xiaoqing smiled slightly, but she knew inside that it was probably Fang Shaohan’s subconscious speaking. She guessed it was because his parents asked him to come see her, and facing the reality of her illness made him a little flustered.

"Yeah."

"You don’t know, but yesterday he was carrying you everywhere, for every check-up, bringing you to the ward, doing everything personally. We all envy you."

The little nurse was very sincere, without a hint of jealousy, simply pure admiration.

Gu Xiaoqing took a bag of apples and asked the nurse to take them to the nurse’s station to share with everyone, as her token of appreciation. The fruits brought by the five people earlier were too much for her to eat alone.

The little nurse walked away happily.

Patients as generous as Gu Xiaoqing are rare. Many patients, even though they may have money, are stingy and miserly. Even if the fruit goes bad and is thrown away, they won’t give it to the nurses, thinking since they’ve paid money, they deserve such treatment.

This sense of entitlement isn’t about the small benefits; it’s about someone treating them warmly and thoughtfully, making them feel valued in a way that money can’t buy.

Gu Xiaoqing lay in bed, flipping through the magazines Fang Shaohan had brought back, but her mind was not on them.

Her thoughts were occupied by the words of the little nurse.

She wasn’t truly eighteen; mentally, she was a woman who had surpassed her years by decades. Perhaps her experiences weren’t vast, the people and events she encountered weren’t deeply complex and full of intrigue, and maybe she hadn’t mingled with elite circles, but none of this prevented Gu Xiaoqing from making judgments.

Fang Shaohan was a good man. Other than their less-than-ideal initial meeting, he was a man who was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

In terms of personal achievements, Fang Shaohan was outstanding, to the point where Gu Xiaoqing felt somewhat inferior.

Handsome and resolute, with exceptional looks and a prominent family background, such a man is the dream of many women.

The pity is that her decades of experience had already told her that people should face circles that match their nature, and Fang Shaohan’s circle wasn’t one she could step into.

Even if she entered because of the beauty of love, the misfit would likely eventually destroy all the beauty between them.

It’s better to decisively not choose to start before anything begins, so the harm would be minimized.

Even though in this lifetime, due to innate advantages, her family’s financial situation had improved significantly, enough to command respect from many, a secure social status, it still wasn’t comparable to Fang Shaohan’s family background.

Theirs is a family of prestige, where all circles are comprised of people of similar backgrounds. Their political paths are decided by birth, a road full of infinite possibilities, and naturally, their other half would also be someone who aids in career intersections.

Compared to this, Gu Xiaoqing felt her family was too thin to even mention. Compared to ordinary people, they occupied certain status and privilege, but in reality, their family was vulnerable when faced with power.

She didn’t want her good family to be humiliated and scorned, nor did she want to compete in battles she didn’t need to be a part of.

This smokeless war was exhausting even to think about for Gu Xiaoqing, despite not having stepped into it.

He Cui and Fang Jianguo were good people; they treated her kindly like a daughter, but this was based on Gu Xiaoqing’s apparent lack of interest or harm in terms of the Fang Family’s interests.

This was help provided to a younger generation who could be supported without much effort, and an inner fondness without any significant cost.

However, once it involved their son’s marital affairs, Gu Xiaoqing believed He Cui would, like all mothers, defend her son’s interests.

The daughter-in-law He Cui chose for Fang Shaonan was the daughter of a military official, a true match in terms of status.

Gu Xiaoqing didn’t want to face such a disaster.

So, let go.

Gu Xiaoqing quietly turned the page of the magazine in front of her, revealing an image of a heavily made-up female model gracefully holding a bottle of perfume.

After sleeping and waking up, Gu Xiaoqing found Fang Shaohan had returned, slightly tipsy, and she could smell the alcohol on him.

It seemed those people hadn’t held back on offering Fang Shaohan white liquor.

This was probably a way for men to bond.

Fang Shaohan directly loosened his collar, unbuttoning the top two buttons of his short-sleeved shirt, exuding an unusual sense of relaxation and comfort, along with a slight sharpness.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, indicating he was in a good mood.

His large hand almost seemed to caress Gu Xiaoqing’s forehead without asking consent, the heat in his palm making her flinch slightly.

Fang Shaohan’s gaze darkened.

This hadn’t happened in the past two days, so what was going on today?

"You don’t have a fever anymore. A few comrades gathered, and we had a little to drink. Is it unpleasant?" This was the most reasonable assumption Fang Shaohan could think of.

Gu Xiaoqing smiled and said, "No, your friends are very interesting."

Maintaining a calm demeanor, Gu Xiaoqing wouldn’t allow any emotion to slip in front of this man she admired, as any hint of emotion could lead her to destruction.

Fang Shaohan nodded, his deep eyes glistening like stars, and smiled, saying, "They’re all doing well now, and they’re all in Shanghai. If you ever encounter any issues, you can ask them for help. I’ll give you their numbers.

There’s no need to be polite with them. And regarding the housing you were looking for, Han Xiao is helping to sort it out, and should have results by the day after tomorrow; his family has some connections here."

Gu Xiaoqing nodded serenely.