The next morning, Mo Qingyun meticulously checked the teaching materials needed for today's outdoor sign language class in her room.
As she organized her belongings, she waited for a message from Xie Youlin. However, a long time passed, and as it was nearing the time for students to gather at the education center, Xie Youlin remained silent.
Mo Qingyun wasn't the only one feeling anxious.
Meanwhile, Xie Youlin had arrived at the hospital early. He had planned to attend Mo Qingyun's outdoor public class today as the head of the education center. However, plans often change, and Mrs. Xie in the ward had become extremely agitated again.
The doctors and nurses had to restrain Mrs. Xie to the bed. Seeing his wife in such pain, Xie Hongtian directed all his frustration towards Xie Youlin.
He blamed Xie Youlin because if his son hadn't said he had important matters to attend to and would be leaving today, Mrs. Xie, who had been slightly calmer, wouldn't have suddenly become anxious. Hearing that her son was leaving seemed to flip a switch in her body, causing her to collapse instantly.
Xie Youlin glanced at the message from Mo Qingyun and then at his wife, who was staring intently at him. She was shouting at the top of her lungs, refusing to let her son out of her sight.
At that moment, a nurse had her arm scratched by Mrs. Xie, and even the doctor's button was torn off. The ward had never been so chaotic.
Helpless, Xie Youlin hastily replied to Mo Qingyun telling her not to wait for him and then turned off his phone.
Xie Youlin rushed to Mrs. Xie's bedside. Mrs. Xie immediately grabbed his arm with a grip that seemed capable of breaking it.
Xie Youlin soothed her, "Mom, I'm not leaving. I'm not going. Don't worry, I promise I won't go anywhere."
As if reassured by his promise, Mrs. Xie's tense nerves finally eased slightly. Seizing the opportunity, the doctor quickly administered a sedative injection into Mrs. Xie's arm. The hand holding Xie Youlin's arm gradually lost its strength.
After receiving Xie Youlin's message, Mo Qingyun looked at the entire box of teaching materials. She pondered for a few seconds, then encouraged herself, picked up the box, and walked out.
Just as she exited the large building, she looked outside to see if she could hail a taxi. Suddenly, a "beep" of a car horn caught her attention, leading her gaze to where Ouyang Yunchen had parked his car the previous night.
Mo Qingyun rubbed her eyes. It really was Ouyang Yunchen's car!
Mo Qingyun, holding the box, walked towards the car with a head full of confusion. As she leaned in to get a closer look through the window...
The passenger side window rolled down. Ouyang Yunchen looked exhausted, his suit jacket draped over him, as if indicating he had slept in the car last night.
"Don't you need to clock in for work? Look at the time, and you're only coming out now? You got too used to relaxing at Athena and you're late for teaching too? Do you understand what it means to be a role model?" Ouyang Yunchen was his usual irritable self.
Mo Qingyun's mouth was slightly agape, still trying to figure out the situation. Ouyang Yunchen cleared his throat and continued, "My car ran out of gas last night, so I parked it here and didn't drive it. Do you need a ride? You don't need to give me a ride."
After saying this, Ouyang Yunchen pretended to roll up the window. Mo Qingyun quickly used one hand to hold onto the window and nodded with a silly grin, as she was in a hurry.
Ouyang Yunchen felt a little smug, as if his clumsy act hadn't been seen through. He tried to prevent his lips from curving upwards.
"What are you standing around for? Put your box in the trunk!" Ouyang Yunchen yelled sternly.
Following his instruction, Mo Qingyun quickly ran to the back of the car. The trunk lid opened, and after she placed the box inside, she happily got into the passenger seat.
Sitting up straight, Mo Qingyun waited for Ouyang Yunchen to start the car. However, he tilted his head and stared at her. At first, Mo Qingyun felt shy about meeting his gaze, but after a few agonizing seconds, she quickly looked up, gestured a thank you with sign language, and then turned back to sit properly.
Yet, Ouyang Yunchen still showed no intention of driving. Instead, he rested one arm on the steering wheel and turned his body completely to face Mo Qingyun.
It had to be said, for this special public class, Mo Qingyun was wearing a floral sundress and light makeup, exuding a youthful aura.
Mo Qingyun quickly pulled out a pen and paper from her bag. She wanted to write down why he wasn't driving, but halfway through, she felt Ouyang Yunchen's body gradually move closer...
Until his shadow fell upon the notebook, Mo Qingyun's heart pounded faster. She nervously closed her eyes. With a whoosh, something was tied around her chest. When she opened her eyes, Ouyang Yunchen had already started the car.
Mo Qingyun carefully fanned herself with the notebook. Her face must have been very red. At least, when she smelled the lingering perfume on Ouyang Yunchen just now, a wave of heat swept through her. While Ouyang Yunchen was driving, Mo Qingyun dared to steal glances at the man's profile.
Ouyang Yunchen sensed the girl was secretly looking at him. He deliberately straightened his back and slightly raised his chin, making his face, which had been curled up in the car all night, look less puffy and his jawline more defined.
He had originally been holding the steering wheel with both hands, but because Mo Qingyun was paying attention to him, he deliberately switched to one-handed driving. His other arm was casually resting on the car window, but he felt it wasn't cool enough, so he took off his sunglasses and put them on.
Now, he could also steal glances at the little mute beside him from time to time.