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Lin Jiayi soon replied, and the response was strikingly familiar too: [?]

Lin Jiage hesitated for a moment before typing: [Sis, what kind of present would you prefer to receive on your birthday?]

Another instantaneous response from Lin Jiayi, but the content was concise and straightforward, just like her personality: [Money.]

“…” Lin Jiage suddenly felt that he might have sought advice from the wrong person. [Other than that?]

Yet another instant response from Lin Jiayi: [Cash.]

Is there any difference between money and cash?

Lin Jiage was starting to regret his decision. He couldn’t be bothered to type anymore, so he sent over a voice message in a tone filled with impatience: “Sis, I’m being serious here. Other than money and cash, what else would you prefer to receive for your birthday?”

This time, Lin Jiayi replied with a voice message too, just like Lin Jiage. Her elegant voice was tinged with an impatience more impatient than Lin Jiage’s: “USD, Euro, Yen, Pound. If those still aren’t enough, gold is an acceptable alternative too!”

Alright, there’s no doubt about it now. I did find the wrong person to ask!

Lin Jiage didn’t reply to Lin Jiayi’s messages anymore.

But Lin Jiayi didn’t seem to have any intentions of stopping. Notifications kept popping up non-stop, and only when it finally halted did Lin Jiage finally start browsing through them.

[￥ works too.]

[But of course, $ is the best. It’s more convenient for me to spend.]

[￡ and €… I guess I can still reluctantly accept them.]

[But cash is still a little troublesome. It’s better if you transfer the sum into their bank account straight. If you find overseas transactions too much of a bother, AliPay and WeChat wallet are fine too. You know the account numbers too.]

A confirmation through our gazes, my elder sister is even more unreliable than the netizens!

He shouldn’t have been foolish enough to think that he could get anything good from his sister.

As the saying goes, ‘Count on others, why not count on yourself?’.  He could find out what Soft Bun wanted through his own power.

It’s just that I might need Grandpa’s help to succeed…

With this thought in mind, a glint flickered across Lin Jiage’s eyes.

…

Saturday, Lin Jiage woke up early in the morning.

He swiftly washed up and changed his clothes, then went to the school entrance to hail a taxi to the hospital. Meanwhile, the two guys in the room remained deeply asleep.

When he finally arrived in the hospital ward, the principal doctor happened to be in the middle of conducting a routine check-up on Grandpa Lin; a nurse accompanied him.

Lin Jiage didn’t disturb the group, choosing to lean quietly by the side and wait patiently for them to finish the routine check-up.

“How is my grandfather’s condition?” Lin Jiage asked.

The principal doctor shot a glance at the feeble-looking Grandpa Lin, who had been prancing around vigorously prior to Lin Jiage’s arrival. Upon meeting the old man’s eyes, he turned to look back at Lin Jiage and shook his head, “Mister Lin’s condition still isn’t doing too well. I think that we might need to raise the dosage of his medicine very soon. As for the details, I’ll have to first discuss it with the other doctors before getting back to you.”

Nodding, Lin Jiage politely thanked the principal doctor and the nurse before personally walking them out.

When he returned to the ward once more, Auntie Sun had already supported Grandpa Lin into a sitting position, and he was in the middle of eating his breakfast.

Lin Jiage waited patiently until Grandpa Lin was roughly done with his meal before asking in a very casual tone, “What day is it today?”

Grandpa Lin shot a glance at Auntie Sun.

Auntie Sun pondered for a moment before reporting the date.

Lin Jiage replied with a leisurely “I see” before falling silent. By all appearances, it really looked like he was just asking for the date, nothing more than that.

The ward was silent for roughly three seconds before Grandpa Lin finally spoke up, as per a certain someone’s wish, “This date sounds very familiar. Let me think, what could it be…”