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"Tomorrow, I’m going to help Rourou with her patient’s treatnt." Yan Xiaobao thought for a mont and said, "Let’s talk about it when I have ti."
"Sure, it’s not urgent." Qian Jiale nodded cheerfully and said, "Anyway, I’ve just taken over the store, and renovations will take so ti. We can discuss it whenever Brother Bao is free."
After finishing their business, the four of them had a great ti enjoying their feast. Qian Jiale suggested going to a nightclub to party, but Yan Xiaobao refused. He wanted to go to bed early to recharge his Qi for tomorrow’s treatnt.
"Where are we going?" Tiantian asked excitedly as she sat in the driver’s seat of the Porsche 918 Spyder, her first ti driving such an expensive car.
"Ho," Yan Xiaobao said, giving her Xia Rou’s address.
Tiantian drove the Porsche 918 Spyder cautiously towards Hanlin Garden, afraid of scratching it in traffic. Ironically, other drivers were far more afraid of scratching her. Even the slightest damage to the car’s paint wouldn’t be settled with just a little money...
As soon as they went upstairs and opened the door, Xia Rou was there. Yan Xiaobao enthusiastically introduced her, "Rourou, this is Wife Tiantian—the one you t on the plane."
Although rather awkward, Xia Rou still welcod Tiantian. Regardless of the situation, a guest is still a guest, and she couldn’t very well throw Tiantian out.
While Yan Xiaobao was in the shower, Tiantian briefly recounted her story and relationship with him.
After listening, Xia Rou imdiately said, "This is your choice, as long as you’re happy with it. Don’t worry about , I’m not his wife."
This remark was overheard by Yan Xiaobao as he ca out of the shower, towel-drying his dripping wet hair. He rushed to Xia Rou and said, "Rourou, you’ve agreed several tis to be my wife. How can you say you’re not my wife now?"
"Let’s deal with that later." Xia Rou escaped into her bedroom, unwilling to continue the argunt.
"Wife Tiantian, let’s go to bed and help recharge my Qi so I can treat patients tomorrow." Yan Xiaobao said while pulling Tiantian toward the bedroom.
Sleeping in the room next to Xia Rou, Tiantian felt uneasy.
Xia Rou smothered her ears with a pillow, feeling simultaneously ashad, annoyed, and deeply conflicted, mixed with a faint hint of aggrieved helplessness...
That shaless man was utterly outrageous, bringing a woman ho to flaunt like this!
As anger made her teeth grind, Xia Rou also felt a gnawing frustration. She couldn’t help but fantasize—what if she were the woman in the room next door instead...
Fortunately, Yan Xiaobao was still focused on treating President Liao tomorrow. The commotion next door lasted only for an hour or so before quieting down.
But Xia Rou’s heart remained restless, tossing and turning all night with no peace.
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The following morning, Tiantian ran into Xia Rou in the bathroom, her face blushing. Seeing Tiantian glowing with freshness and energy, Xia Rou glanced at her own reflection—marred with dark circles—and felt even worse.
anwhile, Yan Xiaobao, oblivious as ever, called out, "Rourou, let’s go to the hospital to treat patients. Wife Tiantian, I’ll ask Chen Long to drive you to look at houses."
"No need," Tiantian replied. "I’m not going to see houses today—I want to visit my mom."
Hearing talk of house hunting, Xia Rou’s heart stirred with indescribable emotions.
Were those two buying a house because they were planning to get married...
With an incredibly conflicted mood, Xia Rou entered her room and retrieved from the drawer the ring Yan Xiaobao had bought for her—a ring worth $188,000—and silently put it on her finger.
Watching Tiantian sit in the ultra-luxurious Porsche 918 Spyder, smiling sweetly as she waved goodbye to Yan Xiaobao, Xia Rou’s heart sank to its lowest ebb.
She wasn’t materialistic or greedy for luxury cars or mansions, but... this feeling, it was as if sothing ant to belong to her was effortlessly taken by another woman.
"Rourou, do you like that car too?" Yan Xiaobao carefully observed Xia Rou’s expression. "If you like it, I’ll ask Qian Jiale to send over another one for you."
"I don’t like it at all!" Xia Rou huffed and stomped off.
" neither. Rourou, let’s take the bus instead."
Xia Rou: "..."
During the morning rush, the bus was packed to the point where one could feel like being squeezed into jerky.
But nestled in Yan Xiaobao’s embrace, Xia Rou hardly felt the crush of the crowd at all—instead, she noticed his pleasant scent and a reassuring sense of safety.
Although still sulking, Xia Rou found herself, inexplicably, not pushing Yan Xiaobao away. Instead, like before, she let him greedily pull her into his arms, taking full advantage.
Yan Xiaobao held Xia Rou’s soft and delicate body in the bustling bus, relishing the mont while slyly admiring her neckline. He secretly thought: Taking the bus is so much fun. Once I have more wives, I’ll invest in buying a bus just to take them on joy rides around the city.
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At the VIP single-patient room in Fu’er Hospital, Mrs. Liao, Zhang Hongde, Gao Ming, Professor Huang, and Professor Wang with his ruddy face had already gathered.
Seeing Yan Xiaobao arrive beaming with Xia Rou by his side, Gao Ming’s eyes flashed with jealousy as he sneered, "Had enough sleep? Hopefully, you don’t have any excuses to delay today."
"Why would I need to delay?" Yan Xiaobao asked, looking at Gao Ming as if he were an idiot. "By the way, has your sister arrived yet?"
This bastard hugged Xia Rou yet still had his eye on my sister—what a scoundrel!
Cursing Yan Xiaobao inwardly, Gao Ming said coldly, "Why rush? If you can cure President Liao and win the bet, I’ll naturally introduce you to my sister. Just rember: if you lose, you’ll have to cut ties with Doctor Xia."
"How could I possibly lose?" Yan Xiaobao glanced at Gao Ming with a look of disdain. "Hurry up and call your sister—tell her to get ready. I’ll cure President Liao and et her right away."
Gao Ming scoffed coldly, turning away, unwilling to entertain Yan Xiaobao’s lunacy any further.
President Liao’s heart failure was extrely severe, a condition both he and Professor Wang, an authority in the field, had already deed incurable. Yet Yan Xiaobao claid he would cure him imdiately—it was nothing short of a fool’s delusion!
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