Fang Shaoyi and Yuan Ye were not the type of people who liked to frequently appear on news or gossip websites, but now that Fang Shaoyi was injured, news about him seemed to never end. Fang Shaoyi asked Geng Jinwei to try to suppress it and not make a big deal out of it. The less said about him, the better. The articles with titles starting with "Fang Shaoyi Injured" were probably going to be annoying for a while, so they should try to minimize them.

Yuan Ye had spoiled Fang Shaoyi so much that he felt like Fang Shaoyi's personality had changed after this injury. He became clingy and lazy, not wanting to listen or think about many things.

This was no small accident. Two houses collapsed, four people were injured, and one was seriously hurt. The driver responsible for the accident was in a tough spot. The set director came to plead for leniency, but was also ashamed to say too much.

In the past, Fang Shaoyi might have let it slide and said "forget about it" while Yuan Ye was away. But now, Fang Shaoyi was too busy eating fruit from a glass bowl to even acknowledge the set director's words.

The fruit was cut by Yuan Ye, and now Old Master Fang allowed only him to serve him. He wouldn't eat fruit cut by anyone else. According to Ji Xiaotao, Fang Shaoyi's mental age regressed thirty years after his head was hit, and he was now acting like a ten-year-old.

Fang Shaoyi pointed to Yuan Ye and told the set director that he couldn't make the decision and didn't want to bother with it, so he passed it on to Yuan Ye. He said, "I can't be the one to decide."

Without any hesitation, Yuan Ye threw a tissue onto Fang Shaoyi's leg and said, "We won't make things difficult, and we won't take revenge. We'll just do what we have to do. We don't want compensation, and he can't afford it anyway. If he deserves to be punished, he should be punished. If he needs to go to jail, he should go to jail. No one is forcing him to receive a harsh sentence. He can hire a lawyer to try to get a lighter sentence. We'll just accept whatever the verdict is without objection."

The scenic director had no face to say anything else. Although Fang Shaoyi had a relationship with the crew, he almost lost his life because of the driver's problem. Who could afford to compensate for Fang Shaoyi's life?

Even if he had survived now, the small piece of lung lobe he had to cut off and the months of recovery cannot be calculated.

Yuan Ye said, "Even if we don't hold anyone responsible and we both keep quiet, Brother Geng from the company won't let it go just like this. He's that kind of person... he's ruthless. Xue-laoshi, let's just do what should be done."

The set director was also just trying his luck here, and he was too embarrassed to speak up further. In truth, he was angry about the whole situation and had been worried sick for days. But after all, these were people he had worked with for several years, and he just couldn't bring himself to say no. He decided to give it a try, and if it worked, great, but if not, it was his own fault.

Now that Yuan Ye had made things clear, he felt a sense of relief and even a little bit of satisfaction deep down.

This matter is something that Yuan Ye cannot forgive. He is not a bad person, and in the face of right and wrong, he can still have good intentions. But he is not a saint either.

Since the accident happened, Yuan Ye has not even laid eyes on the driver. If he were to see him, he might even want to kill him, especially when Fang Shaoyi was in critical care and his life was uncertain.

The accident was unpredictable, but it could have been avoided. When you make a mistake, you must pay the price. Don't expect others to let it go or even forgive you. Life isn't that easy.

Later, after the person had left, Yuan Ye asked Fang Shaoyi, "What do you think?"

Fang Shaoyi had just finished eating fruit and handed the bowl to Yuan Ye. He was a little tired from eating and took a breath before saying, "I think everything you said is right."

"I guess if it was you, maybe forgiveness is possible," Yuan Ye said, looking at Fang Shaoyi.

Fang Shaoyi was not the type of person to hold a grudge, but he shook his head. Yuan Ye raised an eyebrow, and Fang Shaoyi's expression became serious as he looked into Yuan Ye's eyes and said, "If this time I only broke a collarbone, then maybe I could have forgiven him."

Yuan Ye couldn't help but smile and asked, "Since the injury is serious, then it can't be forgiven?"

"Exactly," Fang Shaoyi didn't deny it and nodded, "It damaged my lungs, required surgery, and I even ended up in the ICU, at this point even I can't pretend to be a saint anymore."

At the time, Yuan Ye didn't quite understand Fang Shaoyi's meaning and just smiled before turning to wash the bowl. But as he washed, he thought about Fang Shaoyi's words and suddenly understood what he was thinking.

The injuries were too severe. These days, Fang Shaoyi has been working hard to make up for the fear that was left in Yuan Ye's heart. He cannot forgive because of the heartache and anxiety that everyone around him was feeling.

In fact, just the day when Yuan Ye cried uncontrollably by Fang Shaoyi's bedside, would cause Fang Shaoyi to hate for many years.

Yuan Ye doesn't cry often. From the time Fang Shaoyi met him until now, he has only cried to that extent twice. Once was when Fang Shaoyi forced him to sign the divorce papers, and the other was that night.

His inability to control his breath and voice, and every sob that escaped uncontrollably from his throat, filled Fang Shaoyi with hatred. For so many years, he had treasured Yuan Ye, this ball of fiery passion, in his heart, but it was almost extinguished.

The tears shed during their divorce were painful and filled with sorrow, but they did not contain fear and despair like this. How could Fang Shaoyi not hate him?

The small portion of lung that was removed wouldn't affect his future life too much, and after a full recovery, he could return to his previous state. However, it would take at least six months to fully recover.

Hospitals are not a place worth staying for long. On the day the doctor said he could be discharged, Fang Shaoyi had them prepare his discharge procedures. It should have been Ji Xiaotao who went to handle it, but before he could even leave, Fang Shaoyi called him back. Ji Xiaotao turned around and asked, "What's up, bro?"

Fang Shaoyi waved him back and then turned to Yuan Ye, saying, "You handle it for me."

Ji Xiaotao was speechless and had a black line on his face. He had seen enough of these two in the past few days.

Yuan Ye was annoyed as well, "I'm not going. How old are you?"

"No matter how old I am, it'll still be you handling it for me," Fang Shaoyi grabbed Yuan Ye's hand and shook it. "If you don't handle it, I won't leave the hospital."

This hospital room was unbearable, and Ji Xiaotao left with his hands in his pockets and his head down.

Yuan Ye couldn't do anything about him. He stared at him for a while, then laughed and asked, "Aren't you annoying?"

"Yes," Fang Shaoyi nodded seriously. "It's not like I've only been annoying for a day or two."

"At least you know it," Yuan Ye loosened his hand, trying to find a nurse to get his medicine and settle the discharge procedures.

"I know," Fang Shaoyi replied, not letting go of Yuan Ye's hand. He took a ring out of his pocket and put it on Yuan Ye's ring finger. Then he looked up at him and smiled gently, saying, "Just sign your name boldly. Write whatever you want about our relationship, it's all true."

As Yuan Ye looked at him, then at his own hand, he remained silent for a long time. Then he raised his hand and looked at it in front of him, his eyebrows slowly raised: "Where did you get it from?"

When Fang Shaoyi was being shameless, he really didn't hold back. His response had zero guilt, and even confident: "I stole it. You just put it in the drawer, who wouldn't see it."

"You stole my ring?" Yuan Ye's face was full of disbelief.

"Xiaotao stole it," Fang Shaoyi said.

"You made him steal it?" Yuan Ye asked again.

Fang Shaoyi nodded slightly: "Yeah."

Yuan Ye should have been touched, but now he didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Can you two still have some integrity? Can't you just buy a new one?"

Fang Shaoyi remained calm and collected, reaching into another pocket before taking off the ring from Yuan Ye's finger. He spoke as he did so, "I was expecting this from you. If you want something new, I have it. If you want something old, I have that too. Whatever you want, I can give it to you, whether it's starting anew or going back to the past."

"Is that so?" Yuan Ye chuckled and sniffed, using the back of his hand to wipe his nose. He then crouched down and looked up at Fang Shaoyi from below. He took in the sight of his now thin but still handsome face, his strong nose and thin lips, and finally his gaze settled on his eyes.

In a serious tone, he said, "I want the lung lobe that was cut off to be restored. Can you give me that?"

Fang Shaoyi couldn't answer his question and could only smile bitterly and shake his head. Yuan Ye raised his finger and flicked Fang Shaoyi's chin like a mischievous boy teasing a beauty. Then he smirked and stood up, not saying anything before turning and leaving.

After a few steps, Yuan Ye turned back and took the ring from Fang Shaoyi's hand, twirling it in his fingers. He smiled and said, "Whether it's new or old, it has to be mine."

Ji Xiaotao was too lazy to watch the two lovebirds in the room and was wandering aimlessly in the hallway with his hands in his pockets. Yuan Ye ran into him at the nurse's station and purposely bumped into his shoulder as he passed by. Ji Xiaotao stumbled back a step and rubbed his shoulder, asking, "What's up, Brother Ye?"

Yuan Ye waved the ring in front of him and teased, "You stole my ring?"

Ji Xiaotao felt a little guilty, "...My brother asked me to do it."

Yuan Ye bumped into him again and said, "Okay," without even looking at him.

Originally, Fang Shaoyi was supposed to go back and rest, but the movie was not finished yet. If he waited for half a year to come back and finish it, it would really be too long of a delay. His physical condition had recovered to an acceptable state now, and he could move normally and even do some moderate aerobic exercise, but he couldn't lift heavy objects or make too vigorous movements.

Under these conditions, Fang Shaoyi didn't go back, but went straight to the film crew.

He didn't have many scenes left to shoot, and most of them were inner monologues that didn't require much physical exertion. However, there was nothing certain in filming, so he had to take it as it came.

Yuan Ye didn't stop him. He had to hurry up and finish filming so he could rest more comfortably. He chose the scenes he could still film first, even if it meant filming fewer scenes each day. At least the progress of the production wouldn't come to a complete halt.

Now, except for Fang Shaoyi's scenes, everything else had been completed. The director had almost finished editing, but it was all stuck on this last part.

The crew of Yuan Ye's film had also finished up. Yuan Ye had called director Lin Feng and Feng Leizi afterwards. He had left the crew behind suddenly, in such a hurry. But who wouldn't understand such a situation, especially Feng Leizi, He had known Yuan Ye for so many years and understood his relationship with Fang Shaoyi.

Yuan Ye didn't say much about the situation. He didn't mention his abrupt departure or say any empty pleasantries. Every conversation was about proper business, straightforward and to the point. The situation was as such, and there was no need to compare the importance between Fang Shaoyi and the film.

Before leaving, Yuan Ye had said goodbye to the director and mentioned that he couldn't continue with the project. He didn't mention anything else, only saying, "We'll talk about the rest later." In reality, Yuan Ye had returned all the fees he had received for the project from the beginning until now.

Feng Leizi immediately transferred the money back to him. Yuan Ye had already completed the entire script, and his work could have ended there. However, the contract required him to continue working with the crew. If he had removed that clause back then, it wouldn't have been a big deal.

Feng Leizi said on the phone, "Who are you working with, old bro? It's too much if you do this with me."

Yuan Ye laughed and replied, "This is a different matter."

"That's not how it works," Feng Leizi lowered his voice and scolded, "Did someone make you stupid? Being part of the crew or not, it's not a big deal. How many people who are just listed as part of the crew actually stick with it until the end? And you even refund me? Are you the only righteous one? Do you think you're doing it for me or for the director? Only the f*cking investors are getting a good deal, are you out of your mind?"

Yuan Ye didn't want to argue about it anymore, he was determined to do this. Later, Feng Leizi simply deducted the balance of his wages, which was the remuneration for being part of the crew. But without Yuan Ye there, there were unexpectedly still many issues, and occasionally Feng Leizi would call him for a video conference that would last until midnight. After all, Yuan Ye was the one who came up with the script, and his opinions were the most valuable.

In order not to disturb Fang Shaoyi's rest, Yuan Ye went to Ji Xiaotao's room to make the phone call. Fang Shaoyi woke up in the middle of the night and he was gone, and he also couldn't reach Yuan Ye on the phone, so he went to knock on the door in his pajamas.

Ji Xiaotao was sound asleep in bed. Yuan Ye was sitting on the chair and wearing earphones, and stood up to open the door. When he saw Fang Shaoyi, he took off his earphones and asked him softly, "What's wrong?"

Ji Xiaotao heard the sound of the door opening and sat up nervously when he saw Fang Shaoyi come in. "What's wrong, bro?" he asked.

"Go back to sleep," Fang Shaoyi didn't even look at him. "Nothing's wrong."

Ji Xiaotao quickly fell back asleep.

Fang Shaoyi glanced at Yuan Ye's phone, but there was no one showing on the screen, just a ceiling. He frowned and looked unhappy, "If you're having a meeting, have the meeting. Why are you running to other people's rooms?"

Yuan Ye thought to himself, is your assistant also 'other people' now? But he didn't argue back. He took off both earphones and whispered, "I'm afraid if I talk, you won't be able to sleep. Okay, let's go, let's go back."

Fang Shaoyi took one of the earphones and put it on, listening to the argument on the call. He gave the earphone back to Yuan Ye and pulled him back with him.

Yuan Ye had to coax this adult-sized ten-year-old kid into going back to sleep again. Meanwhile, Yuan Ye sat cross-legged beside him, listening to his phone.

Fang Shaoyi lifted Yuan Ye's shirt and placed his hand on his stomach. Yuan Ye glanced over but didn't think much of it, and even reached over to touch Fang Shaoyi's hand through his clothes. Fang Shaoyi still had a furrowed brow and muttered with closed eyes, "I woke up from a dream and couldn't find you, I was panicking."

Yuan Ye's temper had been ground away by Fang Shaoyi's every day, occasionally he would make him feel soft-hearted and tender-hearted like this. Hearing these words from someone like Fang Shaoyi's mouth made them even more powerful.

Yuan Ye's heart softened from his complaint and he pinched Fang Shaoyi's earlobe, then kissed his forehead while muffling the microphone in the earpiece. He coaxed softly, "Alright, stop being so spoiled and go to sleep."

Fang Shaoyi was still dissatisfied and unhappy, "My lung..."

Yuan Ye immediately interrupted him, "I know, your lung hurts."

Author's note:

Fang Shaoyi: My lung hurts.

Everyone else: My teeth hurt.