After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Yanjing.

At six o'clock in the evening,

Located on the second floor of a duplex penthouse in Palm Springs, next to Chaoyang Park.

When Wei Yi changed his clothes and came down the stairs, his three older sisters in the living room looked up at the same time.

He wore a navy blue shirt with a dark gray wool coat and black slim-fit jeans, and his hair was styled with unusual care.

He stood at the top of the stairs, his posture so upright that he resembled a young, high-ranking official in his early thirties who was already in charge of a region, as depicted in movies and TV dramas.

Chen Xinyi stood up from the sofa, circled around him, straightened the folds of his collar, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Handsome. My taste in choosing a husband is definitely top-notch."

Jin Shilin sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a cup of hot cocoa in her hand, making smacking noises.

She imagined him to be like the super handsome young chief prosecutor that only appears in domestic idol dramas.

Lin Siyan sat on a single sofa flipping through a financial magazine, never looking up from the beginning.

Chen Xinyi picked up the car keys from the coffee table and put them into Wei Yi's hand.

She began giving her final tactical instructions, her tone as practiced as a mother sending her son to a blind date.

"Kexin doesn't eat lamb. The smell of lamb makes her nauseous. Don't order lamb rolls when you're having hot pot."

"She has a very low alcohol tolerance; half a glass of red wine makes her blush. It would be best if we could get her drunk tonight and take her straight to a hotel."

"If all else fails, just extend the date and eventually take her home."

"She lives in a single apartment for doctors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital, all alone without roommates. If you go downstairs, find an opportunity to escort her upstairs, and once she's up there, she should stay and not leave."

"If you really can't figure it out, just message me, and I'll give you some advice online."

Wei Yi was a little exasperated. "Sis, you're just as nagging as Mom."

"Get lost, I'm your wife. Go on, she's been working all day and is waiting for you on an empty stomach." She patted his shoulder and pushed him toward the door.

After Wei Yi left, Jin Shilin placed the hot cocoa on the coffee table and looked at Chen Xinyi with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Xinyi, I feel like you two siblings are a fraud gang. You're in charge of setting traps online, and he's in charge of closing them down offline. Clear division of labor, and your methods are very sophisticated."

Chen Xinyi nestled back into the sofa, picked up her coffee, took a sip, and smiled without saying a word.

The private rooms at that hot pot restaurant in Dongsi weren't big, but they were exquisitely decorated.

When Wei Yi pushed open the door, Zhang Kexin was already there.

She took off her white coat and changed into casual clothes, a beige turtleneck sweater paired with dark blue jeans.

She replaced her frameless glasses with contact lenses, revealing a pair of extremely clear, even slightly innocent-looking big eyes.

I don't know if it's because I'm not used to contact lenses, or because my nearsightedness is too high.

Her hair wasn't styled up like it was in the hospital; instead, it was loose over her shoulders with slightly curled ends.

Her entire demeanor was completely different from when she wore a white coat in the hospital.

Wei Yi stood at the door for a moment, his gaze lingering on her face for several seconds.

He only snapped out of his daze when Zhang Kexin lowered her head slightly under his gaze, a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

He thought to himself that he actually looked better with glasses.

All I want are glasses.

Of course, it looks good too, but the uniform and glasses are the real highlights.

We need to make her wear glasses from now on.

They put on their clothes as well.

Both nurses' and doctors' supplies are needed.

Then add a stethoscope or something... wow, that feels so good.

"You've come." Zhang Kexin's voice was softer than usual, with the last syllable rising slightly.

"Wife, have you been waiting long?"

"No, I just arrived too." Her face immediately turned bright red.

It's obvious that the sister-in-law on WeChat is different from the sister-in-law in real life.

They have the same name, but their power is vastly different.

She didn't dare to lift her head, and pointed to the menu on the table, "Take a look and see what you want to eat."

Wei Yi sat down, took the menu, flipped through a couple of pages, and was about to speak when Zhang Kexin suddenly spoke up first. "You can't eat spicy food, and neither can I. Let's order something non-spicy."

Wei Yi was taken aback.

Despite being from Chaoshan with his older sister, he can actually handle a lot of spicy food.

His sister is someone who can't live without spicy food. She can't eat too much spicy food, but she just loves it.

My refrigerator is always stocked with various kinds of chili sauce.

Among the younger generation of Chaoshan people, very few who have traveled far from home cannot eat spicy food.

But he quickly realized what was happening.

When Chen Xinyi was chatting with Zhang Kexin on WeChat, he learned that Zhang Kexin couldn't eat spicy food and told her that he didn't eat spicy food either.

This is to create common ground, pretending that the two people have exactly the same tastes.

"Okay, then none of them will be spicy."

He flipped to the menu page for the mushroom soup base and silently made a mental note for his sister.

This lie was quite considerate, but what if it gets exposed later?

Forget it, I'll just blame it on Lin Siyan and say that she doesn't eat spicy food, so I was forced to eat non-spicy food too.

But... it doesn't seem like that will work either.

Sister Lin probably didn't like spicy food at first.

But it's easy to guess that she did this to please her older sister, and now she's slowly starting to eat a little spicy food.

Sister Jin?

That would be even worse.

Koreans also love spicy food; kimchi is spicy too!

While waiting for the broth to boil after ordering the food.

Zhang Kexin looked down and fiddled with the dipping sauce dish in front of her, her chopsticks moving back and forth between sesame oil and minced garlic.

Wei Yi leaned back in his chair, looking at her, and suddenly spoke.

"Kexin, you look so beautiful today."

Zhang Kexin paused for a moment, and a faint blush rose to the tips of her ears.

She lowered her head and continued mixing the dipping sauce, her voice as soft as a sesame seed falling on the table.

"Thanks."

Compared to Zhang Kexin on WeChat, who sends emojis and says "Who's your wife?", she is actually quite shy in private.

That's understandable.

On WeChat, she's hiding behind the screen, giving her time to consider her words.

When they were face to face, she didn't even know where to look.

Many people are like this: they're like giants when they're on WeChat or chatting online.

We actually met.

Many will become tiny people.

Soon, the hot pot base was served, and a table was filled with shrimp paste, bamboo fungus, fatty beef, and lotus root slices.

Zhang Kexin picked up a piece of bamboo fungus, put it in the pot, swished it for a few seconds, took it out and put it in a bowl, and suddenly spoke up.

"...I just performed a hysteroscopy. The patient was 23 years old and had ovarian cyst torsion; she almost lost her ovary."

Her demeanor completely changed when she talked about work.

She was no longer the blushing, shy girl she had been just moments before; it was as if a switch had been flipped on.

His voice was calm and steady, his thoughts clear and logical, and his eyes focused and sharp. "Luckily, he was brought in in time. If he had arrived an hour later, the blood supply would have been cut off and he wouldn't have survived."

She then went on to explain several technical details of the surgery, including the instruments used, the coordination between the surgeon and assistant, and postoperative recovery precautions.

While speaking, the bamboo fungus held between his chopsticks remained suspended in mid-air for several minutes without being put into his mouth.

Wei Yi leaned back in his chair and listened quietly, then suddenly smiled.

Zhang Kexin stopped talking. "What are you laughing at?"

"I was thinking, when you're on the operating table, you must not even blink when you hold the scalpel, cutting out cysts like cutting tofu. You must be very skilled and excellent."

Zhang Kexin paused, her sharp and capable work expression vanishing, replaced by a blush. "I'm sorry, I just can't stop talking about work."

"It's okay, I like you just the way you are." Wei Yi looked at her, his chin resting on his hand, his tone amused. "I like both of you, Dr. Zhang on the operating table and Zhang Kexin blushing shyly at the hot pot restaurant. What should I do?"

Zhang Kexin almost dropped her chopsticks on the table.

She lowered her head, and the redness at the base of her ears had spread from her earlobes to her neck, even the neckline of her turtleneck sweater couldn't cover it.

I wonder if it will turn red inside.

Wei Yi picked up a shrimp paste and put it in her bowl, then picked one up for himself, chewing as he quickly assessed the situation in his mind.

In their work, Zhang Kexin and Chen Xinyi are similar people. She has all the qualities of decisiveness and precision in the operating room, ease and competence in academic conferences, and strictness and seriousness when supervising graduate students.

However, Chen Xinyi's assertiveness is not limited to any particular occasion. She is just as sharp in the business world as she is in private, and she never holds back in front of anyone.

Even in bed.

They're just not good at fighting.

But their fighting spirit and subjective motivation are beyond reproach.

Zhang Kexin is different.

When she switched between work mode and private mode, it was as if a toggle button had been pressed.

In the operating room, she is a goddess; in the hospital and before her patients, she is a saint.

Outside the operating room, outside the hospital, she would blush even if she made eye contact with someone.

Moreover, it was clear from their first meeting at the hospital that she had a strong liking for him.

Chen Xinyi was able to win her over so quickly using his WeChat, which was certainly aided by his sister's chatting skills, but the foundation was still Zhang Kexin's own goodwill towards him.

However, she is different from Wu Zhenhe.

Aunt Wu expresses her affection by taking the initiative and directly approaching him.

Zhang Kexin, on the other hand, is reserved, evasive, and shy.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, constantly avoiding his gaze, but she wasn't completely avoiding him.

She would first lower her head, then secretly look up at him, and if she found him looking at her, she would look away again.

A few seconds later, she secretly looked up at him again, and when she found that he was still looking at her, she looked away again.

The whole process is repeated endlessly, and I never get tired of it.

Like a cautious fawn in the forest... no, that's not right.

It is a beautiful and healthy elk.

With her height and build, she can no longer be considered a deer.

The giant elk, or rather, a large, elegant, somewhat clumsy, but shy and frightened giraffe.

It's just that deep down, I'm still a little deer.

If she were to join a family, she would be the tallest and strongest woman in the entire household.

His sister is 1.63 meters tall, Jin Shilin is at most 1.65 meters tall, Lin Siyan is slightly taller at 1.67 meters, and Wu Zhenhe is also around 1.65 meters tall.

Zhang Kexin is probably 1.75 meters tall, and when she wears high heels, she can look down directly at all the women in her family.

Thinking of this scene, Wei Yi suddenly became a little distracted.

He then quickly stopped himself from having that thought.

No, for the first time ever, he felt guilty today.

I've never felt this guilt when I was with the two little ones.

Although Chen Xintong and Wu Jingshu are still young, they are both very mature and have unique personalities.

When he was with them, he never felt that he was harming any innocent girls.

But Zhang Kexin is different. She is a full twelve years older than him, has an impressive resume, and is calm and decisive on the operating table, but her mental age is at most sixteen.

This extreme contrast suddenly made his already dwindling conscience ache.

But then again, he really only had a shred of conscience left.

After being influenced by her surroundings for so many years, it's already quite remarkable that Chen Xinyi's remaining conscience has lasted this long.

As I said before...

Chen Xinyi, your crimes are heinous!

Moreover, Zhang Kexin's kind of unexpected charm is really rare. Unlike Wu Zhenhe's purely physical attraction, Zhang Kexin made him feel a possessive desire to lock this shy deer in his own backyard and not let anyone touch her.

He silently shifted the blame to his sister.

This is something my sister has her eye on; it's all my sister's fault.

He put down his chopsticks, smiled, and said, "My wife's older sister..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Kexin's face visibly changed from pink to deep red.

His fingers, holding the chopsticks, froze in mid-air; his lips moved, but no sound came out.

Shouting on WeChat is one thing, but it's done through a screen, so there's a buffer time, a recall function, and emojis to ease the awkwardness.

Now they are face to face, with only a hot pot separating them, and the pot is still bubbling and steaming.

"Wait a minute, don't blush. I have something more important to say."

Wei Yi leaned forward, his tone shifting from joking to a serious, aggrieved one, "Sister Kexin, I call you 'wife sister' on WeChat every day, countless times. You always just reply with an emoji, you've never even called me 'brother husband' once. That's not fair."

Zhang Kexin put down her chopsticks, clasped her hands on her knees, and sat up straight, as if she were about to take a major exam. "Um, on WeChat… I…"

"How about this? Let's forget about the WeChat account. Just call me 'brother-husband' here in person, or just 'husband,' that'll do. Then we'll call it even."

Zhang Kexin lowered her head so much that it was almost buried in her full breasts.

The redness at the base of her ears had spread from her earlobes to the entire side of her neck, and even her fingertips were pink.

Her lips moved, but the sound was so soft it was almost drowned out by the bubbling of the hot pot.

"Too...no, that, this, I..." Her words and voice were trembling and incomplete.

Seeing her like this, Wei Yi's remaining conscience was instantly kicked away by the surge of evil.

He leaned back, his expression slowly shifting from expectation to disappointment, tinged with a hint of grievance, like a large dog crouching in a corner after being rejected by its owner.

"Oh no, this won't do. I thought we were already..."

He lowered his eyes, his tone subtly conveying disappointment. "I'm sorry, Sister Kexin, I was too hasty. Maybe you didn't mean it that way at all; I misunderstood."

Look at him.

If Lin Siyan… no, if Jin Shilin saw this, she would definitely say disdainfully, “Little brother, you’re just like your sister!”

If it were Lin Siyan.

The same tone, the same attitude, the same performance.

When his sister came, she said, "Xinyi is the most sincere person I've ever met."

His arrival is nothing but "trash! Disgusting!"

When it comes to double standards, Sister Lin is always top-notch.

On this side.

Zhang Kexin suddenly raised her head. "No! I didn't mean that! I just... I just..."

Then she took a deep breath, as if she had made some major life decision.

Her lips parted slightly, and her voice was so soft that only she could hear it, but in the quiet private room, every word was as clear as raindrops falling on the water.

"Little brother, husband."

After saying that, she covered her face with her hands and shrank into the chair.

That delicate, highly educated face was buried in his palm, and even the spaces between his fingers were tinged with pink.