From Villain to Virtual Sweetheart: The Fake Heir's Grand Scheme(BL)-Chapter 672: How to Survive Grandmother’s Over-the-Top Praise

They reached the hospital in no time; Micah’s mind had been too occupied to register the journey. The familiar smell of disinfectant greeted them the moment they stepped inside, clean and sharp, mingling with the quiet beeping of machines and the low murmur of voices in the corridors.

The moment they entered Zhou Ruyan’s room, Micah instantly knew he had made a terrible mistake.

His grandmother’s eyes lit up the second she saw him. It was as if the entire room brightened along with her expression. Before Micah could even greet her properly, Zhou Ruyan clasped her hands together in delight and looked him up and down with unconcealed pride.

"My little rising star, ah! look at you!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing cheerfully as she pointed to a screen on her tablet. "So handsome! So dignified! This advertisement... aiyo, you looked amazing on camera!"

Micah froze in place. A faint pink crept up his neck.

Zhou Ruyan didn’t stop there. She launched into a detailed recounting of the advertisement, praising every second of his appearance as though she had personally directed it. She talked about his posture, his eyes, the way the light hit his hair, and how perfectly he embodied the role. Each compliment landed like another layer of heat on Micah’s face.

Before he could find an opening to escape, Zhou Ruyan turned toward the door just as a nurse passed by.

"Come here, come here," she called out warmly, waving the nurse over. "Do you know my grandson? He’s in an advertisement now. Such a good-looking child, isn’t he?"

Micah’s ears burned.

The nurse smiled politely, nodding along, while Zhou Ruyan proudly repeated the story from the beginning. When a doctor later stopped by to check on her, he, too, was pulled into the conversation. Then another nurse. And another.

Every single one of them heard about Micah’s advertisement.

Micah stood there stiffly, his shoulders slowly curling inward as if he could shrink himself out of existence. His cheeks were so red they felt hot to the touch, and he avoided eye contact with anyone who glanced his way.

Micah silently thanked every higher power that Zhou Ruyan was in a single room. He could not imagine if there were other patients in the room with their families... Micah was sure his grandmother would have talked their ear off about him. Besides Zhou Ruyan, the presence of Darcy was also starting to get on his nerves. The dark-haired boy didn’t show the slightest hint of jealousy or dissatisfaction that Zhou Ruyan’s attention was solely on Micah and did not praise Darcy for his abilities. Instead, Darcy was stifling his laughter and enjoying the show too much.

Then other Ramsy family members arrived one by one, and the number of people talking about him grew at an alarming rate. Noticing Zhou Ruyan’s delighted mood, everyone eagerly agreed with her, praising Micah’s acting even more enthusiastically than she did.

By the time Zhou Ruyan started comparing him to famous actors from her youth, he had reached his limit.

Taking advantage of a brief moment when everyone’s attention shifted back to Zhou Ruyan, Micah quietly edged toward the door. He moved carefully, step by step, trying not to draw attention to himself. Once he was safely outside the room, he let out a long breath he hadn’t realised he was holding.

Darcy followed him out a moment later.

The second Darcy caught sight of Micah’s face, he couldn’t help it. He burst into soft laughter. "Wow," he said, clearly amused. "What’s this? Suddenly got thin-skinned? I thought you’d flourish on compliments."

Micah shot him a sharp glare, his eyes still glowing with embarrassment. "I’ll be happy if people like my acting," he snapped, crossing his arms tightly over his chest, "but Grandma didn’t even let anyone actually watch the ad before she started praising me nonstop. It’s like I’m five years old again, standing there while adults clap and hand out empty praise. It’s humiliating."

Darcy’s grin only widened. He leaned back slightly, clearly enjoying Micah’s misery far too much. "Nothing ever satisfies the young master, huh?"

Micah groaned dramatically. "Ah, why am I stuck with you? Where is Clyde? Why did it have to be today of all days that he went on a business trip?" he complained, his voice dropping into a whine as he slumped against the wall.

Clyde’s message replayed in his mind: short, apologetic, and annoyingly vague. An emergency at one of the branches. Another city. A sudden flight.

Micah didn’t quite buy it.

He had his doubts, but he didn’t confront Clyde about it. Deep down, he trusted that whatever Clyde was doing behind his back, it was for his sake. Right now, there were more important things to focus on: his grandmother’s health, and the looming issue surrounding Ilyas.

Darcy looked straight ahead, hands in his pockets, and hummed thoughtfully before speaking. "Mmm... there was a time you declared you’d stay with me," he said casually, "but now that you have a boyfriend, Mademoiselle Asena is complaining about my company, longing to be in the arms of another man..."

Micah clicked his tongue sharply and straightened up. "Watch your mouth," he said with mock severity. "Now that I’ve debuted in the entertainment industry and all, you can’t just speak about my glorious deeds so carelessly."

Darcy snorted. "Let 24 hours pass after the ad airs," he replied dryly, "then you can start acting high and mighty."

"No way, oppa!" Micah said immediately, his tone shifting dramatically. He tilted his head and deliberately softened his voice, putting on an exaggeratedly sweet, girlish act. "You don’t believe I could get famous? How mean!"

Darcy visibly shivered, rubbing his arms as if trying to shake off the feeling. "I forgot how shameless you are," he said flatly. "I’m honestly amazed Clyde can tolerate you."

Micah laughed lightly, clearly pleased with himself. He lifted his chin and smiled smugly. "Hehe. This is the power of love. You wouldn’t understand."

Darcy turned his head away at once, lips pressed together, resolutely deciding that he would not say another word to this infuriating boy, at least not until he absolutely had to.