It's hard to quit, but it's the perfect marriage!

Zhu Xi died alone, while everyone else laughed like crazy.

One person after another uttered "husband, brother," a continuous, cadence.

"Hang up." Zhu Xi didn't look up, her hands continuing to move.

The anesthesiologist kept repeating to her, "President Zhu, you can't do this."

"What?"

"You can't treat your husband's brother like this~" Mama said sarcastically, "You're so cold, your brother will be heartbroken."

Zhu Xi cursed inwardly, thinking about everyone in the operating room, including the nurse still standing at the door with her phone and waiting for her, and Zhou Yinghuai, whom the nurse was talking to on the phone.

They cursed them all, without exception.

"Dr. Zhu, how much older is your husband than you?" The person who asked the question was a nurse in the audience, who had joined the hospital at the same time as Zhu Xi.

In fact, there's a lot of gossip about Zhu Xi circulating in those hospital group chats.

The nurse had a bad memory; I asked her three times in person.

This is the third time.

Zhu Xi's neck ached from holding her head down for too long; it was stiff and uncomfortable. "Three years old."

"Three years old?"

"Yeah." She raised an eyebrow; the doctor across from her was dealing with something else. Taking a moment to relax, Zhu Xi casually twisted her waist slightly. "What an awkward age gap. I think he's too old."

Zhu Xi was quite troubled. She sighed first, then said, "To be honest, he's not as good as my brother Wolfhound. He's strong, healthy, and in his prime."

The anesthesia specialist joked, "Then why did you marry him?!"

"He's rich! Otherwise, who would want to marry that old, wooden man?"

Zhu Xi automatically added the second half of the sentence, not giving the group another chance to laugh at her.

It was originally a joke, but because Zhu Xi explained it so seriously, it sounded like there was really something to it.

She turned to look at the doorway and saw the nurse who had taken her phone waving frantically at her from afar.

Zhu Xi: "Is my phone short-circuiting?"

"Dr. Zhu, your call went through." The nurse chuckled awkwardly. "I meant to hang up, but I accidentally answered."

Zhu Xi: "Oh, it's nothing, you can hang up now."

She was very calm, so calm that it was as if she wasn't the one who had just uttered those outrageous words.

"Should we just hang up?" The nurse wanted to give her a chance to explain, "Dr. Zhu, let me put it on speakerphone..."

Zhu Xi had already looked away. "No need, you can just hang up."

She ignored Zhou Yinghuai and pretended not to see the others trying to suppress their laughter.

Unfortunately, Zhu Xi couldn't see Zhou Yinghuai's expression at that moment.

That's richer than an oil painter's palette.

He slowly stood up and glanced down at his own body.

Chen Nan, who was organizing documents nearby, praised, "Boss, you're very healthy."

"Yeah?"

"Of course." Chen Nan clenched his right fist and struck a pose. "Beautifully defined muscles. Any more would be too much, any less would be a bit lacking."

Zhou Yinghuai was skeptical, and asked again, "Do my wife and I look that different?"

"No." Chen Nan pointed to the wedding photo of Zhou Yinghuai and Zhu Xi that had just been placed on the table. "They're a perfect match."

Zhou Yinghuai pushed the lunch that Chen Nan had packed aside and muttered to himself, "Zhu Xi has mentioned it several times, saying that I'm too old, and she keeps bringing up that I'm three years older."

Chen Nan pushed the lunchbox toward him again, his sincerity and flattery blending into perfect language skills, "Your wife must think you're amazing. Women, you know, they all love to say the opposite of what they mean."

As he spoke, Chen Nan gave a few examples.

"For example, if you like something, you might say you don't like it; if you don't want something, you might say you do."

Zhou Yinghuai thought of their happy first night together.

Zhu Xi also repeatedly chose between wanting and not wanting.

Thinking of all this, Zhou Yinghuai traced the teeth marks on his collarbone with his fingertips.

Chen Nan immediately followed up, "Boss, you just called your wife to ask when this bite happened?"

Zhou Yinghuai smiled broadly, "I'm just concerned about what my wife is having for lunch."

Zhu Xi, who received the care and concern, had a smooth surgery afterwards.

She also managed to get to eat lunch that Director Hao treated her to and paid for.

My wallet is bulging, the surgery went smoothly, and I'm doubly happy and joyful.

While washing her hands, Zhu Xi felt that she seemed to be luckier and more successful than before after meeting Zhou Yinghuai.

She washed her hands in the lounge on the operating floor.

Zhou Yinghuai called at that time.

The video call connected, and she glanced at the screen. "You really know how to pick your time."

Zhou Yinghuai, who was being criticized for being old, didn't hide it from Chen Nan, saying, "Sister Xi, there's no one like you."

Zhu Xi took a bite of the duck leg, her lips glistening with oil, and glanced sideways at the screen. "How am I?"

"You've been talking badly about me outside."

Zhu Xi never imagined that such effeminate and manipulative remarks would come from Zhou Yinghuai's mouth.

Chen Nan, who was obsessed with eating rice, also found it unbelievable and wanted to ask his aunt from Northeast China to perform a ritual to cleanse the filth from his boss.

"You not only spoke ill of me, but you did it in front of so many people."

Zhu Xi: "You..."

She endured.

It's because she actually spoke ill of others.

She gave a fake smile and said to the screen, "Oppa, charangheyo~"

Zhou Yinghuai covered his mouth and laughed. Seeing this, Chen Nan immediately pushed the packed lunch over to him.

"Boss, lunch is ready, or it'll get cold."

Zhu Xi squinted at the screen, "You didn't eat on time again?"

Off-screen, Zhou Yinghuai glared at Chen Nan, annoyed that he was meddling.

Chen Nan quickly explained, "Brother, you can't keep eating cold food; it's bad for your stomach."

"Zhou Yinghuai, have you been eating leftovers all this time?"

Zhu Xi put down her spoon and stared at him intently and seriously. "Zhou Yinghuai!"

Zhou Yinghuai smiled slightly, "It was Chen Nan who was too talkative. No one would keep eating leftovers."

He still remembered the first natural cave they visited together, where she spoke to him in the same professional tone of a doctor.

Let him eat well and sleep well.

That was the first time Zhou Yinghuai had received care from someone outside his family; it was a warmth he had never experienced before.

Now, he heard her say that again.

I felt warm all over, with the spring breeze and drizzle surrounding me.

Zhu Xi rested her chin on her left hand and scooped the phone screen closer to her.

Seeing the smile in Zhou Yinghuai's eyes, he swallowed back the words of reproach and seriousness.

"You called me earlier, is something wrong?"

Zhou Yinghuai's chin sank slightly as he mimicked her gesture, resting his chin on his hand and gazing at her intently. "I wanted to ask you what you wanted for lunch, but I didn't expect your surgery to be postponed."

"Sister Xi, I was wrong. I promise I'll eat on time and get a good night's sleep before calling you from now on."

Once he admitted his mistake, he successfully confused Zhu Xi.

"Sister Xi, I will definitely follow the doctor's orders, not eat cold food, and not stay up all night."

Zhu Xi frowned, "Zhou Yinghuai, you son of a bitch..."

Zhou Yinghuai continued to tease her, "Can I ask to stay up all night?"

After all, the word "night" in "nighttime" can be used to form words related to color.

Night and color, when combined, evoke endless reverie and a continuous, undulating embrace.

Zhu Xi understood the meaning behind his words, unconsciously licked her lips, and thinking of Zhou Yinghuai's assets, she looked at him with satisfaction.

Are you coming over tonight?

Zhou Yinghuai nodded, "I'm going back to the old house tonight."

Zhu Xi puffed out her cheeks, poked at the rice with her spoon, and said, "Oh."

She scooped up a spoonful of rice; it was dry and bland, without a single piece of green vegetable.

Zhou Yinghuai followed suit, eating whatever she ate.

If something wasn't on his plate, he would find something else to substitute.

After eating a few bites with her, Zhou Yinghuai interrupted her mechanical swallowing, saying, "Wife."

"Um."

What are you feeling lost about?