President Duan was accompanying his “wife” at the hospital.
This thought only swirled in Chen Shan’s mind – he didn’t dare utter a single word about it.
Was President Duan diligently playing the role of someone else’s husband at the hospital?
The eccentricities of the wealthy were truly beyond his comprehension.
“President Xie, perhaps you could call and ask him yourself?” Chen Shan maintained his composure, refusing to betray his boss.
“What kind of assistant are you, not even knowing where your own boss is?” Xie Shuya shot him a glance before settling on the sofa and dialing Duan Jinchi’s number.
Chen Shan stood expressionless to the side.
Though Xie Shuya was a wealthy socialite, she operated several beauty institutions under her name and was usually too busy to set foot in Herun.
Her sudden visit today surely meant something important.
On the other end, Duan Jinchi stepped out of the hospital room before answering the call.
“Where are you?” Xie Shuya’s tone was cold.
“Meeting with a client.”
“Are you free tonight?”
Just as Chen Shan took the coffee from the secretary and gently placed it before Xie Shuya.
“I… have plans.”
“Duan Jinchi! You’re always busy, busy, busy! When are you finally going to bring a girlfriend home to meet me? I don’t care – you must attend tonight’s dinner with the Lin family’s daughter!” Xie Shuya’s tone left no room for argument.
Chen Shan’s heart sank.
As expected – nothing good ever came from these surprise visits.
Poor president – with a “fake wife” still lying in the hospital, and now his mother pushing another arranged marriage prospect on him.
Duan Jinchi constantly had admirers, yet he showed interest in none of them.
Some people had too many options while others had none at all.
“I’ve met that Lin girl before. Not interested.” Duan Jinchi refused outright. “Mom, don’t worry about my marriage. I might bring someone home to meet you tomorrow.”
“You? Bring someone home?” Xie Shuya’s voice rose skeptically. “That might fool your father, but me? If you don’t go, I’ll have your father return from abroad tomorrow, and we’ll make you a little brother!”
“Congratulations.”
Xie Shuya: “…”
“But Mom, remember to get a full physical checkup before trying for a baby.” Duan Jinchi said earnestly. “Also, it might not be a brother – could be a sister too.”
“Duan! Jin! Chi!”
“Mom, you really don’t need to worry about my marriage. I might get into a relationship any moment now. Figure out how to cancel tonight’s blind date yourself – I’m busy here, gotta go.”
Duan Jinchi decisively ended the call.
Inside the hospital room, Song Yinxi quickly slipped back into bed.
She never imagined someone like Duan Jinchi would face parental pressure to marry and even be set up on blind dates.
Just thinking about it made her want to laugh.
She secretly hoped Duan Jinchi would actually go on the blind date – that way she could take the moral high ground and criticize him.
The mere thought filled her with satisfaction.
Too bad he had refused!
When Duan Jinchi returned to the room, no trace of emotion showed on his face.
“Honey, who was that on the phone?”
“Work matters.”
“Are you going to the office then?” Song Yinxi put on a considerate act. “You can go, I’ll be fine.”
“Not going.”
Returning to the office now would be like walking into a trap.
“Honey, could you tell me how we got together? The doctor said recalling the past might help restore my memory.” Song Yinxi sat up, her bright eyes looking at him expectantly.
Duan Jinchi hesitated. “Well…”
“Tell me! And how did you propose to me? According to the records, I’m only 24 – how did I end up marrying so young? You must love me so much that I agreed to marry you…”
“Let me think where to begin…” Duan Jinchi forced himself to appear calm.
He needed to carefully consider how to fabricate this story.
They had never even been together in the first place!
“Hmm!”
When Duan Jinchi met her sparkling eyes, his heartbeat inexplicably quickened, and he froze completely.
Song Yinxi extended her fair fingertip and gently poked his arm. “Husband, don’t just reminisce by yourself – tell me about it… I want to know too how I ended up marrying such a handsome husband like you!”
Duan Jinchi couldn’t control the upward curve of his lips, completely captivated by her words.
She never used to say such sweet things to him before.
That dog of a man!
All he knows is to secretly smile without saying anything substantial.
What’s there to be so proud of!
It’s infuriating!
“You had a crush on me for a long time,” Duan Jinchi made up as he spoke. “One night you got drunk, called me to confess, saying you’d cry if I didn’t agree, so I had no choice but to date you…”
Song Yinxi: “…”
How creative!
Her having a crush on him?
In his dreams!
“Then at that time… didn’t you like me?” Song Yinxi lowered her eyes, expression disappointed, her small mouth pouting in grievance.
“I did like you, I just didn’t expect things to move so fast. You were braver than me.” Duan Jinchi explained, “However, I was the one who proposed first!”
“Oh? How did you propose?” Song Yinxi immediately perked up. “I have no memory of it at all! Look, I don’t even have a wedding ring on my finger.”
She suddenly grabbed Duan Jinchi’s left hand. “You’re not wearing one either…”
“Have we… fallen out of love?”
Her acting instincts kicked in as she covered her face with both hands. “No! Husband, you’re so handsome, I don’t want to separate from you…”
Duan Jinchi felt completely overwhelmed.
Women are indeed meticulous.
He had never even thought about the ring situation.
“Didn’t I say we had an argument before? You threw your ring away in anger, and I put mine away in the drawer, so neither of us is wearing them.” Duan Jinchi stubbornly maintained his lie.
“I see… then where did you throw the ring? Did you pick it back up?”
Song Yinxi didn’t seem too suspicious.
Duan Jinchi felt even more guilty. “Threw it on the road, didn’t pick it up.”
“The male leads in idol dramas would secretly retrieve it…” Song Yinxi muttered quietly, her tone sorrowful.
Duan Jinchi twitched his lips. “Sorry, I’m not an idol drama male lead. But as compensation, you can pick any ring you want.”
“Really?” Song Yinxi’s eyes lit up.
“Of course, your husband has plenty of money.”
“Husband, I love you so much~”
Song Yinxi excitedly threw herself at him, burying her entire face in his chest.
Duan Jinchi seemed to hear his heartbeat going out of control.
She, she she…
Actually took the initiative to hug him?
So soft.
He normally disliked physical contact with people, but at this moment he felt that hugging seemed… not bad after all.
Both body and mind felt wrapped in something soft, unconsciously relaxing.
How could this be?
So strange.
Duan Jinchi’s gaze fell downward, looking at the hair on top of her head, and he murmured softly: “Wife, you should wash your hair…”
It’s getting a bit oily.
Song Yinxi pushed him away. “Then how have you been taking care of me?”
Duan Jinchi: “??”
“Although we’re married, I shouldn’t have to wash your hair for you, should I? Are you blaming me for this too?”
Song Yinxi narrowed her eyes. “Are you saying… we haven’t taken a Mandarin duck bath together since we got married?”