After being reborn, my sister insisted on marrying me.

Yanjing.

Thursday.

Palm Springs in the morning.

Wei Yigang had just finished practicing three rounds of internal martial arts in the garden downstairs, and his whole body was steaming with heat.

By the end of November, Yanjing was so cold that water would freeze instantly.

His breath lingered in the morning light for quite a while before dissipating.

I finished my boxing practice and was about to go upstairs to take a shower when my phone rang.

The nickname that popped up on the screen made him unconsciously curl the corners of his mouth: Sister Wu.

"Little brother, what are you doing?" Wu Zhenhe's voice came through the receiver, soft as silk just pulled from the covers. "Are you free today?"

"Just finished my morning exercise. What's up?"

"I've booked a full-body checkup at a high-end private hospital. Would you like to come with me?"

Wei Yi wiped his sweat with a towel, his tone suspicious: "I'm not sick, why would I need a checkup?"

"Who said you were examined?"

Wu Zhenhe chuckled softly, the sound like a feather tickling your ear. "I need to go for a checkup, and I'm a little nervous going alone. Can't you come with me for courage?"

Are you nervous?

He didn't believe there was anything in this world that could make this auntie nervous.

It shouldn't exist, at least not in this country.

But it's just a small request.

He was still willing to be satisfied.

"Why did you suddenly decide to get a full body checkup?" Wei Yiwen asked gently.

"Well, I'm so much older than you after all."

Wu Zhenhe said softly, "It didn't matter before. Now that I've met you, of course I hope I can stay young forever. I know that's impossible, so I can only try my best to maintain my youth. Please keep me company~"

Does your daughter know how good you are at being affectionate?

You probably don't know.

And I also know that your daughter doesn't have your talent for being charming and coquettish!

"Alright," Wei Yi agreed.

"That's great, thank you, dear brother."

She spoke cheerfully, then added casually, "By the way, that hospital's checkup package is for two people, so it's a waste of a spot if only one person goes. You might as well check your indicators; it's free anyway."

Wei Yi thought for a moment.

I don't really have any plans for today.

He has now changed his major.

He is currently a history major at the College of Applied Arts and Sciences of the United University, and is a field archaeology student in the class of 14 with only one student in the entire class.

As long as he's willing.

They might even skip classes altogether.

He had planned to relax for a while after taking a shower and study the new game.

It seems like there's no difference between staying in a different place now.

Most importantly, even his older sister repeatedly reminded him—

"Wu Zhenhe is different from others; you can't be too lazy with her."

Sister Wu's background is terrifying!

Even someone as heinous as Chen Xinyi is greatly feared.

"Okay. What time?"

"I'll have Xiao Wang pick you up at ten o'clock."

After hanging up the phone, Wei Yi went upstairs to shower and change his clothes.

As I passed by the study on the second floor, Chen Xinyi was wearing glasses and flipping through a thick legal document.

Without looking up, she asked, "Who's looking for you?"

He said that Sister Wu asked him to accompany her to the medical check-up. Chen Xinyi paused for a moment while turning the pages of her book, then continued turning the pages.

"Go ahead. Sister Wu has always been very concerned about your affairs, don't let her down."

Wei Yi felt that there was something hidden in his sister's pause, but he was in a hurry to take a shower and didn't think about it too much.

Meanwhile, the 56th floor of China World Trade Center Phase III.

Wu Zhenhe leaned back in the boss's chair, twirling a deep red Montblanc pen between her fingers.

There was a document spread out in front of her.

It was her private doctor, Dr. Han, who arranged a complete fertility assessment program for her at the reproductive medicine center.

In the section for the male's examination, "XX routine analysis" was circled in red.

She turned to the last page of the document, her gaze lingering for a few seconds on the line "It is recommended that the spouse also undergo basic andrological screening," and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Then she picked up the landline and dialed the internal line: "Secretary Wang, all meetings this morning will be postponed to the afternoon. Chairman Wei and I have important arrangements."

Later.

At the end of a quiet tree-lined path on the east side of Chaoyang Park, this hospital is so unassuming that it doesn't look like a hospital at all.

There was no signboard, no white-coated doctors smoking at the entrance, only a small gray-white building hidden behind the withered branches of Chinese scholar trees and ginkgo trees.

A faint scent of jasmine essential oil wafted through the lobby, and the receptionist nurses' smiles were professional yet restrained.

She wasn't wearing a regular nurse's uniform; she was wearing a dark blue business suit.

The entire space was as quiet as a private club, with occasional whispers and footsteps barely making a sound on the thick carpet.

Wu Zhenhe wore a beige cashmere dress today, with a camel coat over it. Her hair was neatly styled, and two South Sea pearls on her earlobes shone like warm jade under the light.

She walked in arm in arm with Wei Yi, her movements natural and composed, as if she were going to an ordinary date.

The nurse led them to the VIP waiting area.

Leather sofas, freshly ground coffee, and floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking a Japanese dry landscape garden, where white sand is raked into neat ripples and several rocks are scattered among them.

Wu Zhenhe took the form from the nurse and filled it out. Halfway through, she suddenly looked up and asked, "Little brother, do you have any history of drug allergies?"

"no."

"Are you taking any medication regularly?"

"No, not at all."

She nodded and continued filling out the form with her head down.

Wei Yi leaned back on the sofa and looked around, thinking that this place was more like a high-end sanatorium than a hospital.

Instead of health education posters, there was a traditional Chinese ink painting of a landscape.

Instead of old magazines, there was a hardcover edition of the "World Architecture Yearbook" on the coffee table.

He glanced at the form Wu Zhenhe had filled out, only noticing the words "VIP Health Management" printed at the top, and didn't think much of it.

The nurses guided them into the examination room.

Unlike typical hospital consultation rooms, this consultation room is quite large and decorated more like a hotel suite.

The examination revealed a potted orchid beside the bed and a reproduction of a Monet painting hanging on the wall... which could also be the original.

The floor-to-ceiling windows face the dry landscape garden in the courtyard. There is a very faint lavender scent in the air. It is not the smell of disinfectant, but the scent of some kind of aromatherapy diffuser quietly spraying mist in the corner.

The doctor's surname is Han. She is a woman in her forties, wears gold-rimmed glasses, and has a gentle yet professional demeanor.

She first conducted a routine consultation and basic examination on Wu Zhenhe, then turned to Wei Yi, speaking in a businesslike tone:

"Mr. Wei, since you're also participating in this physical examination, let's start with some basic procedures: blood pressure, heart rate, internal medicine palpation, and then..."

She rattled off a string of test results smoothly, her tone remaining unchanged as she mentioned the last item, as if she were listing an ordinary medical procedure: "And xx routine analysis."

Wei Yi paused for a moment, then turned to look at Wu Zhenhe.

Wu Zhenhe was sitting on the leather sofa in the corner of the consultation room, holding a coffee cup. Upon hearing this, she looked up, a perfectly timed look of surprise on her face, and a hint of amusement in her eyes and brows:

"This is included in the health check package? Since we're already here, it's good to get it checked out."

She paused, her lips leaving the rim of the coffee cup, a slight smile playing on her lips: "Need any help?"

This was said so casually, as naturally as asking, "Would you like me to pour you a glass of water?"

But what was flowing in those eyes made Wei Yi instantly understand the true nature of today's "physical examination".

This woman, no, this aunt, wants to play this game.

Okay, we haven't gotten our hands on a real doctor yet.

It's fine to play around with this aunt at the hospital.

Dr. Han, probably used to this kind of scene, adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and spoke in a calm tone, as if reading a menu:

"Room xx is right next door. Of course, if family members are willing to assist, it can also be done here. The consultation room door can be locked from the inside."

After she finished speaking, she got up and left, the hem of her white coat disappearing in a flash at the door.

The door closed very quietly, but the click of the deadbolt was very clear.

There were only two people left in the consultation room.

Wu Zhenhe put down her coffee cup and stood up from the sofa.

The high heels clicked crisply on the marble floor, one click after another, like some kind of countdown.

She walked to the examination bed and looked down at Wei Yi.

Her cashmere dress today has a low neckline.

When she bent over, the curve below her collarbone was fully exposed under the light, and the thin platinum necklace pendant hung in a precarious position.

She reached out and straightened the wrinkled collar of his examination gown, her fingers brushing against his collarbone with such lightness that it was like a feather falling on water.

Then, instead of withdrawing her hand, she slowly slid it down his chest, her fingertips sliding through the thin cotton examination gown from his sternum to his abdominal muscles, and then further down.

Wei Yi grabbed her wrist: "This is a hospital."

Her voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, yet the smile in her eyes was so deep it couldn't be hidden.

"That's why it's exciting. Besides, you're here for a medical checkup, and I'm here to help you with yours. It's a perfectly legitimate reason."

The sound of a nurse pushing a cart came from the corridor outside the door, the hum of rubber wheels rolling over the floor, growing louder as it went.

Wu Zhenhe bent down and whispered something in his ear.

Her lips were almost touching his earlobe, her voice so low that only the two of them could hear her. Her breath warmed his earlobe, carrying the slight bitterness of coffee and a sweeter taste.

Wei Yi's pupils dilated slightly after hearing this, and then he released his grip on her wrist.

She smiled, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

It was completed in about ten minutes.

When Dr. Han took away the sample cup, Wu Zhenhe was standing by the window tidying herself up. One of her pearl earrings was crooked, and her earlobe was faintly pink. She straightened the earring by looking at the reflection in the window glass.

The lipstick on her lips had faded to just a base color, and the edges of her lips were a little blurry, as if something had just rubbed against them.

She took out her lipstick from her bag and touched up her makeup in front of the small mirror with unhurried movements. After finishing, she pursed her lips, turned to Dr. Han and said, "Just send the results to my email when they come out."

Dr. Han adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, put the sample cup into the specimen bag, and looked as professional as if nothing had just happened.

Having worked in a private hospital for so many years, she has seen it all.

This couple has a very large age gap.

At least it's pleasing to the eye.

Besides, no one else in the corridor noticed, so it wasn't considered a bother for her.

On the way back.

Wei Yi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest, the absurdity of the past ten minutes still lingering in his mind.

He suddenly remembered something and glanced at Wu Zhenhe: "Sister, where did you learn that line from?"

Wu Zhenhe, who was leaning on his shoulder with her eyes closed, pretending to doze off, smiled slightly upon hearing this: "You came up with it yourself. How was it? Pretty good, right?"

"That's not just possible," he paused, "it's absolutely possible! It's just... a bit too prudent..."

"Being composed is for others to see." She opened one eye to look at him, while the other eye remained closed, the slightly open eye filled with a mischievous smile. "You don't need to be composed for me."

Wei Yi was speechless.

Xiao Wang, who was driving, remained expressionless the entire time. The rearview mirror was deliberately adjusted to a lower angle, so the two people in the back seat could not be seen.

a few days later.

The General Manager's Office is located on the 56th floor of the China World Trade Center Phase III.

The traffic on Chang'an Avenue flowed silently outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The afternoon sunlight streamed through the blinds, slicing neat stripes of light across the tabletop.

Wu Zhenhe sat alone at her desk and opened the encrypted email sent by Dr. Han.

The attachments are two PDF files, one labeled "WU" and the other labeled "WEI".

She opened her own copy first.

Follicle-stimulating hormone (FSH) and luteinizing hormone (LH) levels were normal, and estradiol levels were within the reference range for the follicular phase.

Her AMH level is above average for her age, indicating good ovarian reserve.

Dr. Han wrote in the remarks column: "Ultrasound of the uterus and bilateral adnexa showed no abnormalities. Overall assessment: Fertility is good, suitable for pregnancy."

She let out a soft sigh, put the cup aside, and then ordered a second one.

XX concentration, activity, forward motility rate, normal morphology rate—each item is followed by a number, and next to the number is the reference range.

All of his indicators were at the very upper limit of the normal range, with many even exceeding the high value of the normal range.

She circled Dr. Han's summary note at the end of the report in red pen: "The fertility of both partners is assessed as good. It is recommended to maintain regular sexual activity during the ovulation period, with a conception probability of approximately 18%-22% per cycle. If pregnancy does not occur after three months, further ovulation monitoring can be considered."

Wu Zhenhe closed the email, leaned back in her chair, and stared silently at the traffic on Chang'an Avenue outside the window for a long time.

Her hand rested on her lower abdomen, her fingertips tapping lightly unconsciously.

Then she picked up her phone, but instead of messaging Wei Yi, she dialed Dr. Han's number.

"Dr. Han, could you please make another appointment for me with that specialist at Peking Union Medical College Hospital who specializes in endocrine regulation for older mothers?"

She tapped her finger lightly on the table.

"Her name is Zhang Kexin, right? Could you help me make an appointment with her? I think she's really nice."