It was not that Yan Yu was overthinking things. Her father had given up his literary career to go into business for her sake, and he had started saving money for her from the time she was one year old. Those actions made it impossible for her not to suspect something.
Could there be some secret behind her identity?
“Uncle Zhang, I’d like to have my aunt’s medical records.”
Temporarily setting those thoughts aside, Yan Yu decided to solve the problem right in front of her before thinking about anything else.
The most urgent matter now was treating her aunt and helping her regain consciousness.
“Your aunt has a full medical examination every month. I’ll gather all the records together and send them to you later,” Zhang Xincheng said as he looked at Yan Yu. “Little Yan Yu, do you have a way to cure your aunt? I remember when you left Shengjing, you told me you were following your mentor to Rongcheng Hospital. You’re her only closed-door disciple.”
“That’s right, Uncle Zhang. I’ve completed my studies now. I came back this time for two reasons. First, to see you, and second, to work. I’ve taken over the care of an elderly patient, and I’ll be visiting her tomorrow.”
“I see. Then I really have something to look forward to. I’ve always wanted to know what kind of relationship your aunt had with your father. I’ve known your father since university. He could practically be described as someone who kept women at arm’s length. I never saw him get close to any woman.”
“No wonder Grandma agreed to let him adopt me.”
Yan Yu gave a bitter smile. She had never expected her father to have been so self-disciplined.
“I’ve already told you everything I needed to about your father. Little Yan Yu, live your life well. If you ever have any problems, come find me.”
Zhang Xincheng glanced at his wristwatch.
Yan Yu smiled faintly.
“I know, Uncle Zhang. Go ahead and get back to work. I’ll go introduce myself to the nursing home’s staff.”
Hearing that, Zhang Xincheng’s eyes filled with admiration. Little Yan Yu had truly grown up. She handled everything thoughtfully, making him feel even more reassured.
With that, Zhang Xincheng left the nursing home alone.
Yan Yu watched Uncle Zhang walk away before withdrawing her gaze. She spent some time looking around the nursing home, exchanged contact information with the caregiver taking care of her aunt, and did not return to Yiyu Flower Shop until the sun was nearly setting.
Knowing Yan Yu had returned with work to do this time, Qiao Zi had specially found her a place to stay in her own residential community.
The day before, Qiao Zi had even hired cleaners to give the apartment a thorough deep cleaning, all so Yaoyao and Junjun would have a comfortable place to sleep.
“So? What do you think of the place?” Qiao Zi asked Yan Yu and the two children after they entered the apartment.
Yan Yu looked toward the twins.
Receiving their mother’s glance, the dragon-and-phoenix twins immediately raised their arms and cheered.
“It’s super nice~”
“It’s super nice~”
Qiao Zi burst into laughter.
“Is this the amazing thing about twins? While you were out, I chatted with the two of them, and they kept saying exactly the same things without even discussing it beforehand. It’s so much fun!”
“When I get married, I want to have a pair of twins too,” Qiao Zi said dreamily.
Yan Yu laughed.
“That’s easy. When you’re trying for a baby, just have Yaoyao and Junjun stick to you every day. Maybe they’ll attract a pair of twins for you.”
Qiao Zi’s eyes lit up.
“That actually works?!”
Yan Yu was speechless.
She had only been joking. How could anyone possibly conceive twins that way?
But Qiao Zi took it seriously. She rushed over, scooped Yaoyao and Junjun into her arms, and earnestly instructed them to make a birthday wish for her every year so she could give birth to twins in the future.
The siblings were generous children. Upon hearing that, they readily agreed.
“We’ll wish for Godmother Qiao to have a beautiful pair of twins,” the brother and sister said in perfect unison.
Their incredible synchronization left Qiao Zi stunned once again.
Now she was even more determined to have twins herself.
All she was missing now… was a man.
The next morning at nine o’clock, Yan Yu rode in a car driven by the chauffeur sent by her patient’s family as they headed toward Jingyuan Estate.
“Old Madam, Mr. Jing, this is Doctor Yi An.”
The estate’s butler, Uncle Liu, led Yan Yu into an elegant living room decorated in an old-money style.
Yan Yu looked up.
The instant she did, a familiar face entered her line of sight.
Yan Yu: “!!!”
How could her luck be this terrible?
She had come all this way to treat a patient, only to run into the man who had claimed five years ago that he was infertile!
The shock flashed briefly across her beautiful face before she quickly concealed it, pretending she did not recognize the handsome man sitting across from her.
Yes.
She didn’t know him.
That was exactly what they had agreed on back then.
Jing Mocong was no less surprised than Yan Yu.
The sleep medicine specialist who had been making quite a name for herself—Doctor Yi An—turned out to be her.
His mind involuntarily recalled the fragile image of her standing by the roadside with two children waiting for a ride, contrasting sharply with the composed, professional woman standing before him now.
A faint smile curved his lips as his gaze settled firmly on Yan Yu.
“So this is Doctor Yi An?”
“Yes, Mr. Jing. This is Doctor Yi An,” the butler replied.
He then turned toward Yan Yu.
“Doctor Yi An, this is our Old Madam. Mr. Jing is Old Madam’s grandson.”
Without changing her expression, Yan Yu gave a slight nod.
“Greetings, Old Madam Shi. Greetings, Mr. Jing. I’m Yi An.”
As she spoke, Jing Mocong openly studied her.
She truly acted as though she had never met him before, exactly as she had promised years ago—that if they ever met again, they would pretend they had never known each other.
But Jing Mocong felt that when fate intervened, some rules were simply destined to be broken.
“Grandmother, you should let the doctor examine you first,” Jing Mocong said.
Old Madam Shi glared at him.
“Then get your butt off the sofa and make room for the young doctor! You keep telling me to see the doctor, but you’re sitting there like you’ve been welded to the couch!”
“Alright, alright. Don’t get angry, Grandma.”
Jing Mocong withdrew his gaze from Yan Yu, rose gracefully, and moved to the sofa beside them.
His tall figure sank into the luxurious couch as he crossed his long legs, his commanding presence filling the room.
The moment he sat down, however, his eyes landed on Yan Yu once more.
Feeling Jing Mocong’s gaze on her the entire time, Yan Yu could not help complaining inwardly.
This lunatic. Didn’t he say we’d pretend not to know each other if we ever met again? Why does he keep staring at me?
Could he be thinking of asking for that one million yuan back?
Ha. Dream on.
Raising children is expensive!
“Doctor, come sit here.”
The moment Yan Yu walked over to Old Madam Shi, the elderly woman warmly grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to sit beside her.
It was not that Old Madam Shi was overly familiar with strangers.
She simply liked Yan Yu the moment she saw her.
“Doctor, you’re so young and accomplished. All the doctors who treated me before were old men. How old are you this year? Have you turned twenty-two yet?” Old Madam Shi asked.
The moment Jing Mocong heard the question, his back stiffened.
He could not help pricking up his ears to listen carefully.
“I’m already twenty-six.”
Jing Mocong secretly let out a huge sigh of relief.
Thank goodness she was twenty-six.
If she had really only been twenty-two this year as his grandmother guessed, then what had happened five years ago would have made him a criminal.
“What? You’re already twenty-six? You really don’t look it. I thought you were only in your early twenties.”
Old Madam Shi looked at her with admiration.
Yan Yu smiled.
“You’re too kind, Old Madam. Why don’t we talk about your sleep problems first?”
“Yes, yes, let’s discuss the important matter first. Sigh… I just can’t sleep. Whenever I can’t sleep, my heart and my breathing become uncomfortable…”