After saying this, I couldn’t help but feel drowsy. The lingering effects of alcohol were strong, and my mind was crawling with sleepiness.
I thought Pei Heng would just let me sleep in the car overnight, but when I woke up the next day, I was back in my own bed again.
This was the second time he had carried me back to my room to sleep—this trend was getting rather absurd.
My head was throbbing. After getting up, taking a shower, and changing clothes, I finally felt a bit more comfortable, but then my stomach started growling with hunger.
Assuming Pei Heng wasn’t home, I didn’t even bother wearing a bra and went downstairs in a lightweight, breathable silk nightgown to fix something to eat.
Halfway down the stairs, I spotted two or three people sitting on the sofa, all looking up at me simultaneously.
Pei Heng was among them, holding playing cards in his hand. The moment he saw what I was wearing, his face turned darker than the bottom of a pot.
“Holy shit, avert your eyes!” Lu Xicheng immediately pushed down another man’s head.
I hurriedly scrambled back upstairs to change, mentally cursing Pei Heng eight hundred times along the way. Had he been taking the wrong pills lately or gotten possessed by a ghost? Why was he home so frequently these days?
By the time I changed and went back downstairs, the three of them had stopped playing cards and were chatting instead.
Pei Heng had a few close friends, all of whom I knew but wasn’t familiar with.
There was Lu Xicheng, Yu Yifan, and Fu Jie.
All were young masters from prominent wealthy families. Among them, Yu Yifan was slightly different—instead of training in his family’s company, he had chosen to pursue medicine.
Every one of them knew Pei Heng didn’t like me. In their hearts, they never regarded me as Pei Heng’s wife.
In my previous life, they had even helped Pei Heng pursue Wei Lan—all except for Yu Yifan.
The three of them watched me walk downstairs and head to the kitchen without saying a word.
I ignored their presence and made myself a bowl of egg noodles.
“Let’s go,” Pei Heng stood up and said to the other two.
Lu Xicheng and Fu Jie nodded and followed Pei Heng out. Soon, the sound of a car engine came from outside. I slurped my noodles, completely indifferent to their departure.
After breakfast, I applied light makeup and set off for the hospital.
Today’s main purpose was to get a physical check-up, and by the way, to check on Qi Zhouyang.
At the hospital, I registered and went through the examination procedures. The focus was on a breast examination, and fortunately, there were no major issues—just simple lobular hyperplasia.
I put away the examination results and prepared to visit Qi Zhouyang.
“Dr. Yu, you’re off work. Would you like to grab a meal together?” Just as I arrived at the inpatient department, I heard a nurse speaking in a coquettish voice.
Not far away, Yu Yifan stood in his white coat, his lean figure quite distinguished. With his ascetic-looking face, he stood out like a lone blossom in Pei Heng’s circle—unstained by the mud around him.
The wealthy young masters in that circle were all experts in indulgence, but Yu Yifan alone had devoted himself to the medical field. At most, he would occasionally drink or play games with Pei Heng and the others, and he had almost never been involved with any women.
Yet in the end, wasn’t he still utterly captivated by Wei Lan? I bypassed him and went to Qi Zhouyang’s hospital room. Unexpectedly, Wei Lan was there again.
“Lan Lan, your boyfriend only has minor skin injuries on his leg—it’s not like his hands are broken. He can feed himself,” Qi Zhouyang was flaunting their affection while eating an apple Wei Lan was feeding him, his words slightly muffled.
Wei Lan’s laughter was both crisp and delicate. “What, you’re not willing even though I’m so good to you?”
“Willing, willing, of course I’m willing! My Lan Lan treats me best!” Qi Zhouyang beamed with delight, his eyes full of the beautiful girl by his bedside.
I coughed lightly, interrupting the young couple’s sweet moment.
Qi Zhouyang looked surprised. “Xu Jie, why are you here again?”
Wei Lan quickly stood up and offered me her seat. “Xu Jie, please sit.”
Wei Lan’s flawless oval face appeared even more beautiful up close. Suddenly remembering Yu Yifan who had just left, I grabbed Wei Lan’s hand and pulled her out of the hospital room.
“Xu Jie, what’s wrong?” Wei Lan was startled as she hurried along the corridor with me.
Why had Yu Yifan disappeared so quickly? I felt somewhat disappointed. In my previous life, Pei Heng had met Wei Lan first, and then Yu Yifan got to know her through Pei Heng.
What if Yu Yifan met Wei Lan first? Would things be different? Would he fall in love with her at first sight like Pei Heng did?
I sighed, then gave Wei Lan a faint smile. “It’s nothing. I originally wanted to introduce you to a doctor with excellent skills. If Xiao Qi needs his stitches removed later, you can look for him.”
“Xu Jie, you’re too thoughtful. Actually, A Yang’s injuries really aren’t serious,” Wei Lan smiled somewhat apologetically. “He’s a grown man, not afraid of such minor wounds. He used to get bumps and bruises often when playing basketball, so he’s used to it.”
I nodded, but in my heart I was determined to bring Wei Lan before Yu Yifan at the next opportunity.
With Wei Lan, his official girlfriend, present, I didn’t have much chance to talk with Qi Zhouyang. After staying a few more minutes, I left.
On my way back, I stopped by the pharmacy again to purchase another batch of nourishing traditional Chinese medicine.
“Xiao Li, have you found the housekeeping aunties?” I called Xiao Li after getting back in the car.
“Madam, I’m currently on my way to your home with them,” Xiao Li replied.
“Okay.”
Half an hour later, I returned to Feng Zhou Yuan. Xiao Li had arrived before me – the aunties were already in position, busily attending to their duties. Xiao Li’s arrangements in this regard always pleased me.
Seeing I had returned, Xiao Li introduced me to the aunties. They immediately bowed slightly and greeted me respectfully, “Good afternoon, Madam.”
I nodded and handed the traditional Chinese medicine to the auntie who looked the most clean and neat. “Decoct this and bring it to me.”
With that, I went inside to rest.
After a while, the auntie brought the decocted medicine to me, saying politely, “Madam, your medicine is ready.”
I looked at the dark liquid on the table, then at the auntie’s still-charming face, and asked kindly, “What’s your surname, Auntie?”
“Madam, my humble surname is Liu,” Auntie Liu quickly replied.
“Alright, thank you, Auntie Liu!” I showed what I thought was my sweetest smile, then waved my hand. “You may go attend to your duties now.”
Auntie Liu nodded and turned to leave, but my gaze lingered on her retreating figure. Whether in appearance or figure, this Auntie Liu bore a seventy to eighty percent resemblance to Wei Lan.
Suddenly, I felt this world was truly marvelous – like domino tiles about to collapse.
I ended up hitting on Wei Lan’s boyfriend while trying to pick up handsome guys, and hired Wei Lan’s mother when looking for domestic help? I sent a message asking Xiao Li to forward me the domestic helpers’ profiles, then focused on reviewing Aunt Liu’s information. The emergency contact listed is usually their spouse.
When I saw the name in the emergency contact field, I couldn’t help but curl my lips.
Liu E, Wei Chongshan – these two names were very familiar to me. In my previous life, although my investigation into Wei Lan didn’t yield much results, I had still managed to uncover her parents’ names.