Yan Zheng remembered this face.
[Isn’t this ‘Roll Bro’—’If a knife is pointed at you, you should scram’?]
After Si Hanche regained his memory, he recalled that this man, who had emerged from the building with Jiang Mingyan that day, was Pan Gui Bin—the senior who had been pursuing Jiang Mingyan while they studied abroad.
“In terms of character, I can’t compare to Senior Pan. With those long legs of his, he runs faster than a poodle when escaping danger. Truly worthy of the name ‘Pan Gui Bin’.”
Si Hanche’s blunt sarcasm immediately caused Pan Gui Bin’s expression to darken.
“I—I was running to call the police! It’s just that the police station was too far, which delayed me! Even if Dr. Si is jealous that I accompanied Mingyan, Mr. Jiang, and Mrs. Jiang abroad for the surgery, there’s no need to be so sarcastic, is there?”
“Can’t you call the police with a phone? Why would I be jealous that the Jiang family brought their poodle along on their trip abroad?”
Yan Zheng flipped through Pan Gui Bin’s Fate Ledger.
[So this Roll Bro had already hooked up with a black market boss’s wife abroad, becoming her boy toy. No wonder he runs so weakly!]
[Roll Bro lost a lot of money gambling on raw jade stones and planned to take advantage of this trip abroad with the Jiang family to force himself on Jiang Mingyan, then become the Jiang family’s son-in-law so they’d pay off his gambling debts?]
Si Hanche’s entire face stiffened!
This poodle actually planned to force himself on Mingyan once they were abroad? Then he absolutely couldn’t let Mingyan leave!
As Jiang Mingyan prepared to leave with Jiang Jincheng, Si Hanche grabbed her wrist.
“Mingyan, I know I’ve done many things in the past that hurt you. I don’t dare ask for your forgiveness, but please give me a chance to make it up to you. Stay, okay?”
“Let me operate on your mother first. I promise she’ll leave the operating table safely!”
Jiang Mingyan calmly pulled her hand away.
“Thank you for your kindness, Dr. Si, but we won’t trouble you with my mother’s surgery.”
“I’m very grateful that you saved me this time. After my mother recovers, I’ll continue my studies abroad and start a new life. I wish you a bright future and hope you find the right person.”
She had thought it through clearly.
If Dr. Lawrence’s surgery failed, she would be sad about her mother, and perhaps regretful.
But if Si Hanche performed her mother’s surgery and it failed, besides sadness, she would feel even greater regret and hatred toward him!
What she couldn’t face even more was her family’s blame.
The best outcome was for each of them to live their own lives.
The cold address of “Dr. Si” made Si Hanche’s heart sink instantly.
Watching Jiang Mingyan leave helplessly, Si Hanche clenched his fists in frustration, his gaze shifting darkly to Yan Zheng.
“Sister-in-law, do you think Lawrence will succeed in this surgery?”
Yan Zheng shrugged.
“I can’t tell.”
[What else can I say? That Mrs. Jiang’s surgery will fail, leaving her paralyzed in a wheelchair for the rest of her life?]
Old Mrs. Si’s heart skipped a beat, suddenly feeling pity.
Mrs. Jiang usually appeared gentle and polite, always amiable—who would have thought her fate would be so tragic?
Si Hanche’s expression darkened.
After all these years, Lawrence still didn’t have the ability to perform this surgery.
“Think outside the box—Lawrence isn’t the only one who can be Mrs. Jiang’s primary physician. It could also be Phelps, Smith, or Hans Smida!”
Yan Zheng’s reminder made Si Hanche’s eyes flash with realization.
He had almost forgotten that his English name abroad was ‘Hans’!
This name was given to him by Ming Yan, symbolizing independence, ambition, and leadership.
The English name he gave Ming Yan was ‘Mia,’ which carries the meaning of versatility and creativity.
But what she didn’t know was that in Italian, ‘mia’ means ‘mine.’
After checking flight schedules on his phone, Si Hanche pulled out the IV needle from the back of his hand, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.
Old Mrs. Si glared at him disapprovingly,
“The doctor told you to rest properly in the hospital room. Where do you think you’re going?”
“I’m a doctor myself, and I know my body best. I’m going back to pack—there’s a flight abroad tonight.”
Although Old Mrs. Si supported her third son’s pursuit of his wife, she was more concerned about his health,
“Didn’t you just say your head was splitting with pain?”
The thought of Ming Yan facing her mother’s paralysis and being deceived made it impossible for Si Hanche to stay put.
“If Ming Yan has left and I stay here any longer, that’s when my head will really split!”
“Fine, go if you must!”
Old Mrs. Si scowled and warned Si Hanche,
“If you don’t bring my granddaughter-in-law Ming Yan back safely, don’t bother coming back either!”
Old Mrs. Si took Yan Zheng’s hand, intending to take her back to the hospital room for proper rest, but Yan Zheng cleared her throat and said,
“Grandma, I’m fine too. I’ll be discharged with Si Hanche in a little while.”
Old Mrs. Si’s face darkened. She was about to say that while she wouldn’t stop Si Hanche, Yan Zheng should stay in the hospital for a couple of days to recuperate, when Yan Zheng’s inner thoughts suddenly echoed:
【I have to be discharged, or I won’t get to see the young puppy Si Lingyin is raising tonight.】
【Si Lingyin’s purpose in returning to the Si family this time is to steal the household register and marry that puppy. I need to find a way to hint to Grandma to lock the household register away securely.】
Steal the household register to get married?
Old Mrs. Si’s eyes widened in shock!
Throughout her years in the entertainment industry, Si Lingyin had been linked to film emperors and paired with top idols, but she had publicly declared herself a non-marriage advocate.
She didn’t refuse relationships, but marriage was out of the question.
Who would have thought that this time, Si Lingyin was quietly planning something major—not only rushing into marriage but also keeping it a secret from them?
Patting Yan Zheng’s hand, Old Mrs. Si said understandingly,
“Then let’s go home to recuperate!”
Although Si Hanche considered himself not one for gossip,
tonight, he absolutely had to see what breed of dog his second sister was raising before leaving!
Old Mrs. Si had the servants prepare black chicken soup for Yan Zheng, originally planning to deliver it to the hospital in the evening. As it turned out, Yan Zheng returned just in time to enjoy it.
The soup was simmered with ginseng to replenish her energy after a night of fever, and the ginger slices helped dispel the chill from her immersion in seawater.
The soup was warm and delicious, and the feeling of being cared for by family made Yan Zheng feel even warmer.
Just as she was nibbling on a chicken leg, Qin Zhao wheeled Si Yueting, who had returned from the company, into the room.
When her eyes met the man’s dark gaze, Yan Zheng suddenly remembered what Old Mrs. Si had told her earlier and thought to herself:
Si Yueting had been abstinent for 28 years, never having touched a woman. I wonder if he couldn’t resist my graceful figure when he unbuttoned my clothes to perform cardiac massage on me, and if he took liberties with me?
Fortunately, he’s incapable—at most he could only grope a couple of times to satisfy his dry cravings, just like how I usually can touch but not taste. Otherwise, if he had gotten impulsive while keeping me company in bed, wouldn’t I have nearly fallen into the tiger’s den and lost my innocence?