Leaving the hospital, He Tiantian headed straight for the market.
She bought fresh ribs and a few dishes that Qiao Zhenbang liked, then took the items back to the Qiao Family.
After Qiao Zhenbang regained consciousness, he learned that "He Xiutian" had beco his caretaker and gave her the house key.
He Tiantian helped pack so clothes and toiletries, then delivered them to the hospital.
Also, Qiao Zhenbang’s laptop, phone, books, and other items were brought to the hospital by He Tiantian on multiple trips from the Qiao Family.
Moreover, Qiao Zhenbang wasn’t used to the hospital als, and since the staff dormitory wasn’t far from the hospital, He Tiantian cooked at the Qiao Family and then brought the als to him.
So, although no formal contract was signed, He Tiantian entered the Qiao Family like a competent live-in caretaker.
Qiao Zhenbang even specifically gave He Tiantian so money to buy personal items.
Such as a bed, wardrobe, and so on.
The house in the staff dormitory was a three-bedroom, one living room; he slept in the master bedroom, the guest room was turned into a study.
There was also a small room, typically unused, holding so miscellaneous items.
Now that He Tiantian ca, Qiao Zhenbang called a few students to help clean up the small room for He Tiantian to live in!
Of course, during Qiao Zhenbang’s hospitalization, He Tiantian did not live in the Qiao Family.
Because at night, she had to stay at the hospital.
The arrangent of a room by Qiao Zhenbang was rely ant to express his attitude.
He Tiantian seed to feel a sense of "belonging" as she beca more attentive and thorough in caring for Qiao Zhenbang.
"Little He is back? How is Professor Qiao? Is he going to be discharged soon?"
Carrying a bunch of things, He Tiantian familiarly arrived at the staff dormitory.
On the way, she encountered a neighbor who asked warmly.
He Tiantian stopped and replied with a smile, "The doctor says he is recovering well, probably will be discharged in two or three days!"
"Oh, that’s really great! I was just saying yesterday that I should go see Professor Qiao at the hospital! Seems like there’s no need to go now!"
"Yes, Professor Qiao will be ho soon!"
He Tiantian chatted a bit with the neighbor, then carried her things upstairs.
The Qiao Family lived on the third floor, which in the old six-story community was absolutely the best floor.
At that ti, there was a saying that the first floor was dirty, the second floor was ssy, and the third and fourth floors were for high-ranking officials.
Qiao Zhenbang wasn’t high-ranking, but he was talent recruited by the school, enjoying expert treatnt.
So, upon joining, he was allocated a three-bedroom, one living room welfare house.
With the key, He Tiantian opened the door and went straight to the kitchen, donned an apron, and started washing and chopping.
Busy for two hours, He Tiantian made three dishes and a soup, packed them in insulated lunch boxes, and then returned to the hospital.
"Oh, Dr. Qiao, are you leaving?"
Just stepping out of the elevator, turning into the corridor, He Tiantian happened to et the siblings of the Qiao Family.
He Tiantian quickly greeted them.
Qiao Jiamu had obtained his doctorate in the USA, so He Tiantian politely addressed him as Dr. Qiao.
Qiao Jiamu had the typical pride of a scholar, but previously he had been very polite to He Tiantian.
Firstly, she saved his father;
Secondly, she was taking care of his father, and though paynt was made, being polite could make her more dedicated.
Qiao Jiamu wasn’t a bookish nerd; he had studied abroad for years and understood basic social etiquette.
Therefore, whether or not he felt any discrimination, outwardly he was relatively respectful to Aunt He, the caretaker.
But today was sowhat unusual.
Seeing He Tiantian take the initiative to greet him, he didn’t respond politely but instead looked at her with a very complicated expression.
He Tiantian: ... Oh, this seems to be the rhythm of sothing happening.
Qiao Jiamu managed to keep his composure, staring at He Tiantian for a while before sullenly responding, "Hmm!"
His sister Qiao Jianan was less rational.
She glared fiercely at He Tiantian, snorting coldly.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say sothing unkind, but was pulled back by Qiao Jiamu.
He Tiantian vaguely had a guess but still acted puzzled, alternating her gaze between Qiao Jiamu and Qiao Jianan.
Her face, still possessing "lasting beauty," was full of the question "What happened? Why are you looking at like that?"
Qiao Jianan:... Pretend! You’re still pretending! Don’t you know what you’ve done?
Qiao Jiamu tugged at Qiao Jianan’s sleeve again, giving her a wink: It’s not Aunt He’s fault. In the end, it’s our dad who had thoughts!
Qiao Jianan was just montarily upset, not truly resentful.
She reluctantly snorted again, then shook off her brother’s hand and left the corridor with big strides.
Qiao Jiamu gave He Tiantian an apologetic look and said, "Aunt He, I’ll leave my dad to you!"
He Tiantian raised an eyebrow: Hmm, those words seem to carry a deeper aning...
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