Let’s Squander A Billion First!

"That Saturday."

Han Jing seemed to be recalling: "That day... I did meet her. But she was the one who came over to talk to me first. You know she has heart disease, so I didn’t dare say anything too harsh. If she had an attack, I’d be responsible and it would be even more troublesome."

Han Jing held Mu Keke’s hand and gazed at her deeply: "Keke, don’t worry, the person I like is you."

Mu Keke was half convinced: "Really?"

"Really, I swear! If I’m lying, let me be hit by a car when I go out..."

"Alright, alright, I believe you."

Mu Keke interrupted Han Jing’s oath.

That recording, she definitely did it on purpose. How could Han Jing possibly say those things to her?

-

Han Jing and Mu Keke settled down and stopped bouncing around in front of her, finally allowing Chuzheng some quiet days.

This morning, Chuzheng was carrying breakfast, heading to the hospital to find Yuk Jian.

As soon as she got off the elevator, she saw quite a few people looking towards Yuk Jian’s Office, with gossip flames burning brightly above their heads.

The door to Yuk Jian’s Office was half open, revealing a vague view inside, and there was a woman...

What is the Good Person Card doing behind my back?

The person in the office was none other than Duan Ruihuan, who had previously been upset with Yuk Jian and had complained to her family, not coming for quite some time.

But after thinking it over, she still felt unsatisfied.

So, after a psychological struggle, she put down her heiress airs and personally brought breakfast to find Yuk Jian.

Who knew that this man was still the same as before, impervious to reason, even refusing to take off his mask all the while since she came in.

"Doctor Yuk, I worked hard on this, could you at least try a bite?" Duan Ruihuan said, aggrieved: "I learned for a long time, I’ve never cooked for anyone else."

"Miss Duan, please don’t disturb my work." Yuk Jian was already very impatient.

Duan Ruihuan was unwilling to give up, reaching out her finely manicured white fingers to tug on Yuk Jian’s sleeve.

Suddenly, Yuk Jian stood up, his movement so large that the chair flipped on the floor and made a loud noise.

At the same time, the door was pushed open.

Chuzheng stood in the doorway, extremely calmly observing the scene in the office: "Doctor Yuk."

Yuk Jian looked up, his gaze falling on Chuzheng. In that instant, a trace of panic and strange shivering passed through his heart.

Chuzheng asked again: "Do you need help?"

Yuk Jian: "..."

Need help? Or not? Yuk Jian felt that whatever answer he gave at this moment would be wrong.

Duan Ruihuan remembered Chuzheng, the first time was in the café, where she was sitting.

Also, last time she saw this woman leaving with Yuk Jian...

Why is it her again?!

A woman’s intuition made her feel a sense of crisis.

Duan Ruihuan’s expression immediately turned ugly, treating Chuzheng as a potential love rival: "I was talking to Doctor Yuk, do you not understand manners just barging in without knocking?"

Chuzheng’s tone was calm: "It’s Doctor Yuk’s office hours now, if you understood manners, you wouldn’t be discussing personal matters with him now."

Duan Ruihuan: "..."

If she didn’t come during office hours, she wouldn’t be able to find him at all!

Unable to find a perfect rebuttal point, Duan Ruihuan could only shift the target to Chuzheng: "Then what are you here for!"

"Follow-up examination." Chuzheng replied confidently.

Duan Ruihuan involuntarily asked: "Follow-up examination? Are you sick?"

"Yeah, if you’re not convinced you can have one too." Chuzheng showed no expression, thoughtfully suggesting: "Though my illness is congenital, you might have to rebuild yourself."

Duan Ruihuan: "..."

What’s so great about being sick!

Chuzheng: "Is there anything else? If not, don’t delay my follow-up examination, I’m very busy."

"..."

Chuzheng had legitimate reasons, Duan Ruihuan was so angry she stormed out, glaring at Chuzheng, and left furiously in her high heels.

Yuk Jian raised his hand to rub his forehead, then went to close the office door.

"Where are you uncomfortable?"

Chuzheng took out her hand that was behind her back: "I brought you breakfast."

Yuk Jian: "..."

She spoke so seriously just now, he really thought she was here for a follow-up examination because she felt unwell!

Didn’t she feel any shame when saying that?

Yuk Jian checked the time, he had a surgery in twenty minutes, still enough time.

"Thanks." Yuk Jian took the breakfast, then asked: "Did you eat?"

"I did." Chuzheng sat across from him: "My housekeeper made it, it’s clean."

Yuk Jian wanted to say that he was actually quite accepting of food, but he was annoyed when someone touched him... belonging to a kind of body cleanliness obsession.

He remembered something: "How did you get here?"

Chuzheng said: "It’s far, besides taking a car, could I have flown here?"

Yuk Jian didn’t know where her home was, but this early, what time did she have to get up?

"Don’t come so early in the future." Doctor Yuk habitually advised her: "You need more rest, the crowd is large during rush hour, accidents are easily prone to happen."

Of course, Yuk Jian thought he was doing his duty as a doctor.

But he didn’t notice that his concern now was a bit excessive.

Chuzheng felt nothing much, slowly recalling the dramas she had watched: "Just eat the breakfast I brought, why so much nonsense."

[...]

Yuk Jian: "..."

Chuzheng: "..."

Chuzheng glanced at Yuk Jian’s expression, lacking the reaction the drama should have evoked... what a garbage drama, misleading me!

-

Yuk Jian had surgery, urging Chuzheng to hurry home, to be careful on the road before hurriedly leaving.

For the rest of the day, Yuk Jian barely had a moment to rest, even his off-duty time was pushed back by several hours.

Hospitals are the kind of place where unexpected situations can happen anytime; no one can guarantee leaving on time.

Yuk Jian walked out of the hospital and surprisingly felt a bit of stifling heat.

ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

People occasionally passing by had already changed into cool short sleeves.

Is it this hot already?

Yuk Jian rubbed his forehead, prepared to step down, an unexpected pause as the corner of his eye caught sight, scanning the area carefully for a few seconds, brows furrowed.

He changed direction, heading towards there.

"Why are you here?"

The girl sitting on the bench heard the voice, pulling out her earphones, looking around: "Off work?"

Yuk Jian’s voice was stern: "Do you know what time it is now?"

Chuzheng looked down at the time: "Eleven-thirty."

Yuk Jian: "Eleven-thirty at night! You should be home now, resting by ten o’clock. What are you doing here?"

Does she want her health or not!

No matter how skilled a doctor is, it doesn’t work if you don’t cherish your own body.

"Waiting for you." Chuzheng pushed herself up by the handrail, tilting her head slightly with a hint of dissatisfaction: "Why are you so late?"

"..."

The girl’s voice had no rise and fall, appearing somewhat cold but gentle, as if it could smooth out the night’s stifling heat.

Yuk Jian’s inexplicable anger suddenly rose and was inexplicably suppressed again.

"How long have you been waiting here?"

"Not long." Chuzheng mumbled: "Sending you home."

"You send me?"

Chuzheng nodded earnestly, otherwise, why would I drag my sickly weak body here just to send you home!!

I am so nice.

Today I’m working hard to be a good person too!

Yuk Jian felt like he couldn’t breathe—due to anger.