11 – “If you don’t lack money, do you lack a wife?”
“This is an examination table.”
“Not a hotel bed.”
Off came the clothes without hesitation.
Song Yuan looked at him and said, “It’s not like only hotel beds can be used for that.”
“You can’t even hold a gun properly, and you want to skip straight to playing in the wild?” Huo Yuzhou said. “Lie down.”
Song Yuan’s ears suddenly turned red as she lay down on the examination table.
Huo Yuzhou activated the scanning equipment, and within a few minutes, the results came out.
Her sudden nosebleed today was highly abnormal.
That was why he had brought her into the medical department for a check-up.
But when Huo Yuzhou picked up the report, the results showed everything was normal—she had no issues at all.
Song Yuan sat up and looked at him, seeing his brows furrowed as he stared at the report. She asked, “Is the Chief Instructor concerned about my health?”
Huo Yuzhou glanced at her. “If an artiste gets into trouble, I’m the one who has to take responsibility.”
Song Yuan shifted to sit on the examination table, her legs dangling over the edge. “Then take a good look at my heart.”
“How come it goes thump-thump the moment I see you.”
With that, she reached up and pulled at her collar, casually revealing a thin black strap, a hint of cleavage peeking through.
Huo Yuzhou glanced at her, then immediately averted his gaze. “I’ll cut you open later and see if there’s a little deer in there.”
“Bumping around wildly.”
Song Yuan tilted her head back to look up at Huo Yuzhou standing before her, then reached out and placed her hand on his abdomen.
Today he was only wearing a tight black T-shirt on his upper body. The veins on his arms traced over bulging muscle lines, radiating restrained power. His chest muscles swelled, and his broad shoulders and narrow waist were on full display.
Through the thin layer of fabric, she could feel the firmness of his abdominal muscles.
She even traced the contours of his muscles with her fingers. “How could a little deer compare to you?”
Huo Yuzhou looked down at her and grabbed her mischievous hand. “Bump where?”
Song Yuan met his eyes, and her nerves suddenly burned with heat.
Seeing this, Huo Yuzhou didn’t press further. He simply sat back in the office chair behind him, still holding the examination report, and dropped the playful tone to ask seriously, “What’s with the sudden nosebleed?”
The two sat at different heights.
Song Yuan lowered her gaze slightly to look at him, and her face instantly flushed.
Could she say it was because she’d seen something she shouldn’t have?
Huo Yuzhou read her reaction completely, guessed what it was, but didn’t let it go. “If there’s something wrong with your body that can’t be detected, I can pull you straight off this show.”
Song Yuan heard the threat in his words.
Did he really think she was scared that easily?
When playing escape rooms, she was the one chasing NPCs until they wet themselves—no NPC had ever made her scream!
“Does the Chief Instructor want to know?”
“What if I said I was thinking about how to sleep with you?”
Huo Yuzhou curled the corner of his mouth. “I don’t currently have plans to donate sperm for extra cash.”
Song Yuan stood up and walked toward him, placing her hands on the armrests of the chair on either side, leaning down to face him directly. “Not short on money, then short on a wife?”
Huo Yuzhou leaned back in the chair, tilting his head up slightly. “That’s personal. I’m not at liberty to say.”
“Besides, I don’t want to commit bigamy.”
When Song Yuan heard him mention that, she could only think of herself.
She had no idea that Huo Yuzhou’s ambiguous words were actually referring to two people.
After she left.
Huo Yuzhou, remaining in the office, lit a cigarette.
Before long, Tan Yanchuan came down from the top floor.
Dressed in a white coat, he exuded an air of refined restraint and ascetic elegance.
Tan Yanchuan, the young master of the Tan family, a surgeon with exceptional medical skill and a success rate of ninety-nine percent in his operations, was hailed as a god in the medical world.
“Any problems?” He was asking about Song Yuan.
A mere nosebleed had startled Huo Yuzhou enough to make him use the expensive new equipment he’d shipped back from abroad.
Huo Yuzhou replied, “Minor issue.”
Tan Yanchuan didn’t ask further.
Afterward, the two chatted briefly.
Huo Yuzhou finished his cigarette and left.
In the office, Tan Yanchuan had just taken out medical files from the bookshelf when his phone on the desk suddenly buzzed.
An unfamiliar number.
The moment he answered, a woman’s sobbing voice came through. “A-Chuan, he hit me again.”
At the Chinese medicine clinic.
Lin Zhi had come to get her pulse taken and pick up some herbal medicine to regulate her body. She had a cold constitution and often suffered from menstrual cramps. This clinic had been recommended by a colleague, who said it was quite effective.
Just as Lin Zhi walked out with her herbal medicine, her phone vibrated.
It was a WeChat message.
Husband: [I won’t be able to make it home for dinner tonight.]
A layer of disappointment gradually settled in Lin Zhi’s heart.
At the same time, Gu Wushuang also sent a WeChat message.
[Zhi Bao, how are you spending your second anniversary with your husband tonight?]
[Evil grin jpg.]
[Want me to drive my Ferrari over and deliver you a super sexy set of lingerie?]
Second anniversary.
Today was the second anniversary of her marriage to Tan Yanchuan.
The Lin and Tan families had been close for generations. Old Master Tan had always wanted Lin Zhi to be his granddaughter-in-law—elegant, a cool beauty, and clever. Who wouldn’t be charmed by her?
Her marriage to Tan Yanchuan had been arranged by Old Master Tan and Father Lin.
Lin Zhi suppressed the emotions in her heart and replied to Gu Wushuang, [I’m a bit busy tonight. We’re not celebrating.]
Gu Wushuang replied instantly, “Are you the busy one, or is he the busy one?”
“Shouldn’t this kind of holiday thing be something you two get busy with in bed?”
“Or does someone have the idea of being busy alone?”
Lin Zhi chuckled softly and was about to reply when a passerby accidentally bumped her shoulder.
Lin Zhi looked up and saw a delivery guy rushing to make his drop-off.
He had never seen someone so beautiful before, and his ears immediately turned red. He still remembered to apologize, “Sorry about that.”
Lin Zhi gave a slight shake of her head.
Just as he was walking away, Lin Zhi, glancing to the side, spotted Tan Yanchuan not far off, supporting a young and attractive woman.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she instinctively dialed his number.
Tan Yanchuan looked at the caller ID, paused inexplicably, but pressed the decline button.
And Lin Zhi, hearing the call being cut off, witnessed the entire scene.
Evening.
Song Yuan only then realized how agonizing formal training could be.
Gun drills. Target practice.
Relay climbing up tall ladders.
…
It was harder to endure than a bowl of mixed grain porridge!
Hot.
Really hot.
She wanted to bite someone.
It wasn’t until that “dismissed” call rang out, as instantly sobering as a school bell, that everyone let out a long breath toward the sky.
Drenched in sweat, Song Yuan immediately headed to the dormitory building for a quick shower.
Afterward, she went to the cafeteria to replenish herself in a big way.
Song Yuan looked at the hundreds of dishes on offer and instantly felt alive again. She ordered a bowl of noodle soup and two steamed buns.
Su Hua always sent her a message right on time at mealtimes, especially dinner, worried that she’d eat too much and affect her on-camera appearance.
Song Yuan had just sat down when the message arrived—
【Snap a photo and check in for dinner.】
Song Yuan glanced at the chicken salad in front of Xu Su and said, “Let me borrow that for a photo first.”
Xu Su didn’t understand why, but she nodded anyway.
Song Yuan took a photo and used it to fend off Su Hua.
But the next second, Su Hua’s call came through directly.
“Your dinner tonight is salad?”
Song Yuan, who was eating noodles, gave a soft “Mm.”
Su Hua didn’t believe her. “Then whose noodles are those sitting right next to you?”
Song Yuan said without batting an eye, “I don’t know. Must be someone else’s.”
Su Hua couldn’t catch her in the act and could only say, “Don’t be too indulgent. Remember, move more and eat less.”
Song Yuan responded, “Mm, I’ll move more.”
The words “eat less” seemed too hot to say out loud.
Su Hua had no way to deal with her, so she just kept nagging.
Song Yuan could only keep saying “okay, okay, okay” until she finally let it go.
Just as the call was about to end, A Dong, carrying a tray, suddenly came into her view and asked, “How were the noodles tonight?”
“Were they good?”