Doctor Jiang's Beloved Sweetheart Chapter 7: This Is Only One Night

A stoic face appeared before her eyes. The man's features were not outstanding, but his look of fort.i.tude was endearing.

His brows relaxed as he flashed a broad smile at her. "Xiao Nian Zi, it's been a while!"

Her lips, too, had spread into a wide beam by the time she recomposed herself. "He Huaiguang, it's you! Where have you been all these years?"

She did not expect the date to turn out to be her childhood buddy from primary to high school.

After they graduated from high school, everyone went their separate ways. In the end, the only one she still kept in contact with was Ding Baoyi. The rest were either overseas or working, and she'd lost contact with them.

He Huaiguang was one of them.

The two had a blast catching up with each other's life after their long absence. Before they knew it, the sky had turned dark.

The glaring neon light outside the cafe reflected the shadow of a woman on the gla.s.s window. Looking sweet and s.e.xy, her impeccable oval-shaped profile was captivating and radiant.

The man looked at her with hidden traces of desire, which went unnoticed by the woman.

Toward the end, he asked, "So, are you and Wen Yu married?"

Wen Yu.

Her eyes sank the moment she heard this name.

At that time, everyone said that they were fated to be together— Yan Nian's mister is a cla.s.sic jade 1 .

That pre-nuptial health check wrecked apart their relations.h.i.+p completely.

She took a sip of the lemon juice in front of her before giving a smile. The pain and despondency she had felt after their breakup were no more.

"I'm married now, but the groom isn't Wen Yu."

"Oh?"

As she spoke of the man, his call came through almost immediately.

A low and magnetic voice, almost sounding like an intriguing cello, trailed over the phone line.

"I've cooked dinner. What time are you coming back?"

Yan Nian was startled.

Somehow, she felt rather guilty.

"Sorry, I'm not going back tonight. I'm having dinner with a friend right now, and later, I'm going to stay overnight at the flower shop."

Bam—

The man hung up the call without warning.

Staring at the piping hot spread on the dining table, he kicked the leg of the table. Frustration welled up inside him.

She'd only been here for a night and she was already calling it quits?

The phone rang again.

This time, it was for him.

It was the hospital. Victims of two car crashes had been sent in for treatment and he was needed.

He acknowledged it coolly.

As he turned to leave, he picked up the coat lying about on the sofa while making a call to Xu Kuangjie.

"I've cooked dinner. If you haven't eaten, you are welcome to have it."

His friend exclaimed over the phone, "Did the sun set in the east today? I can't believe that you cooked dinner for me."

"Yes. If you don't want it, you can give it to your dog at home."

Xu Kuangjie: "…"

What's wrong with him? He seems so agitated right now.

By the time he finished with the operations, it was close to dawn on the next day.

He kneaded his tight, furrowed brows as he returned to the resting room. Too tired to remove his white coat, he simply propped his forehead on his elbows to get some rest.

The life of a surgeon was as such, having to attend to any emergency operations when needed. Besides, as a thoracic surgeon who held the helm, any major surgery above second grade would require his presence.

And because of this, the director of the central hospital refused to release him. He had the best welfare package in the whole department. This also meant that he only needed to attend to outpatient consultations when he was in the mood.

However, the reason he did not want to provide outpatient consultation was that some patients were abusing their rights. They were not there to seek treatment; they were there to see someone.

And that person was him.

He fell asleep shortly after.

It was 11 AM by the time he woke up.

A red throw blanket with a tinge of rose essential oil slipped off his back as he stirred.

His tired-looking eyes scowled as he picked up the throw blanket and chucked it aside on the sofa.

The owner of the red throw blanket arrived soon after—

Yu Lili.

The name "Wen Yu" can be transliterated separately as "gentry" and "jade" in Chinese