Chapter 1157: 1157: Love at First Sight in Medicine (Part 14)
Chapter 1157: Chapter 1157: Love at First Sight in Medicine (Part 14)
The other party replied: “The order was placed by a lady surnamed Mi.”
The answer in his heart was confirmed.
Indescribable emotions surged, leaving him with a whirlwind of thoughts. Yet, when he tried to grasp a notion, his mind went blank, leaving only confusion and helplessness.
Yuk Jian held the flowers and closed the door. This bouquet was extraordinarily large, even when he held them, he couldn’t see the road clearly.
Yuk Jian placed the flowers on the coffee table in the living room, walked over to the dining area, and found a number in his phone.
He hadn’t saved this number, and only called it once, which was the last time he went to find her.
[Yuk Jian: Why did you send me flowers?]
[Chuzheng: Because I have money.]
[Yuk Jian: …]
–
“Did you guys know? The girl who was with Doctor Yuk before donated a batch of medical equipment to the hospital.”
“Huh? Where did you hear that from?”
“I overheard it when I was delivering something to the dean. That’s not the point, the point is she donated because of Doctor Yuk!”
“What?”
Medical equipment costs tens of thousands, even millions, and she didn’t just donate one but a whole batch.
“Is Doctor Yuk on a lucky streak with women lately?”
“Our Doctor Yuk is a star, always getting lucky with women every day, okay?”
“That’s true…”
The hospital rumors initially started with a few people, but then they grew wildly, until Yuk Jian finally heard about it from the ‘Gossip King’ Doctor Hou.
These gossip stories usually died down over time, replaced by others, and Yuk Jian never paid them any mind before.
But this time, for some reason, he started paying attention to what was being said.
When Yuk Jian realized it, he immediately suppressed his strange thoughts.
–
Han Jing would harass Chuzheng, calling her with one phone number after another, all begging for her forgiveness, saying he wasn’t sincere with Mu Keke.
He spoke so sincerely and emotionally.
If it weren’t for the evidence she still kept on her phone, she might have believed that Han Jing was indeed forced by Mu Keke.
Chuzheng finally found peace after turning on the block for unknown numbers.
But blocking calls didn’t work; Han Jing would even show up at her door, blocking her every time she went out, driving Chuzheng to the brink of a heart attack.
Chuzheng asked the property management not to let this person in again, and only then did she get some peace.
But it wasn’t over yet.
Just a few days later, Mu Keke showed up at her door, looking so justified.
Chuzheng, the actual victim, was bewildered — how did it seem like she was the one doing the double-crossing?
[Sister, calm down, don’t be impulsive.] The King’s Account whispered in Chuzheng’s ear: [There’s nothing that can’t be solved by spending. We are a proper Spendthrift System. Stay calm, don’t do anything rash! Follow the core values of socialism!! Let’s be a good person, prosperous, democratic, civilized, and harmonious!!]
Core values of socialism?
Prosperous, democratic, civilized, and harmonious?
[Yes, yes, sister, we don’t need to do anything brutal. We are a civilized Spendthrift System.] The King’s Account earnestly taught the sister to be a successor of socialism.
Chuzheng: “…”
Haha! If you’d just shut up, I’d be much calmer.
[…]
Mu Keke lifted her chin at that moment, looking at Chuzheng arrogantly, questioning, “Why are you still pestering Han Jing?”
Chuzheng: “??”
What are you talking about? I’m pestering Han Jing? When did I pester that jerk?!
Is there any fairness?!!
Mu Keke looked furious: “You’ve already broken up with Han Jing, how can you be so shameless as to pester someone else’s boyfriend?”
Chuzheng’s gaze turned slightly cold, her tone icy: “I didn’t.”
“You still deny it!” Mu Keke’s voice suddenly sharpened.
Chuzheng: “You say I’m pestering Han Jing, do you have any evidence?” Why is everything pinned on me! Who’s pestering whom? I’m the one who’s aggrieved!
Mu Keke gritted her teeth: “I saw it with my own eyes! What good is it to cling to Han Jing when he doesn’t like you anymore? If you have any dignity, don’t look for our Han Jing.”
“Then please, keep your household dog in check…” Chuzheng quickly regained her composed image, swallowing back the discordant words: “Han Jing, don’t let him harass me.”
Mu Keke’s eyes widened: “What did you say? Han Jing harassed you?” At this point, she laughed mockingly: “Xiao Chu, are you out of your mind? How could Han Jing possibly…”
——No, it was Mu Keke who seduced me, I wasn’t willing at all.
——Xiao Chu, believe me, the one I love is you. We’ve been together for so many years, don’t you know my feelings for you?
——Xiao Chu, the one I’ve always loved is you. It was Mu Keke who… she took advantage while I was drunk and threatened me, I had no choice. Xiao Chu, please forgive me, I truly know I was wrong…
Chuzheng paused the recording, watching Mu Keke’s rapidly changing face outside the door.
“Want to hear more?” Chuzheng asked considerately, I’ve got plenty more!
“It’s not Han Jing saying that, it’s you… you’re tricking me!” Mu Keke couldn’t believe it, how could Han Jing say such things?
“Believe it or not.”
Bang!
The door shut, slamming a gust of wind in Mu Keke’s face.
–
Han Jing and Mu Keke were now living in a rental apartment, and the rent in the city was frighteningly high per month.
Han Jing wanted to move in with Chuzheng before because the rent was too high, and after deducting rent from his salary each month, along with other miscellaneous expenses, he was left with almost nothing.
Now Mu Keke was unemployed, and all expenses were covered by Han Jing.
When Han Jing got home from work, he found Mu Keke still hadn’t returned — he was about to call her when Mu Keke called first.
“Han Jing…”
Mu Keke’s voice came through with a sobbing tone.
“Keke, what’s wrong? Why are you crying? Where are you?”
Han Jing’s tone was genuinely tense, as if truly worried about Mu Keke.
“Okay, wait for me, I’m coming right away.”
Han Jing hung up the phone and immediately headed to the place Mu Keke mentioned. Mu Keke was huddled in the corner of a deserted alley, looking very pitiful.
“Keke.”
“Han Jing.” Mu Keke immediately threw herself into Han Jing’s arms.
“What happened to you? What’s with these injuries?” Han Jing noticed the injuries on Mu Keke and fired off questions: “What happened?”
Mu Keke had been robbed by some thugs; her injuries weren’t serious, just superficial wounds, but she was frightened.
Han Jing immediately took her to report it, but the area was complicated, and there was no surveillance where it happened. The amount Mu Keke lost wasn’t much, just a few hundred bucks.
Often in such cases, the end result was that nothing could be done.
When the two of them returned to their apartment, it was already past nine at night. Mu Keke calmed down, sitting on the sofa, watching Han Jing.
“Han Jing.”
“What is it, Keke?”
Mu Keke clutched at the hem of her shirt, finally asking: “You went to see Xiao Chu, didn’t you?”
Han Jing froze, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes: “Keke, what are you talking about, why would I go see her, I’m not involved with her anymore.”
Han Jing walked over by the sofa, reaching out to touch Mu Keke’s head, but she slightly turned her head, avoiding his hand: “That day… I saw you with her in the square.”
Han Jing’s heart skipped a beat, forcing himself to ask calmly: “Which day?”