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

"I don't feel pain from knife wounds or gunshot wounds, so what's a little hardship?" Lou Yan laughed back at him, "Boss Zhou has never suffered since he was a child."

Zhou Yinghuai turned around and walked back to his desk. "I don't like Americano anymore."

Lou Yan was silent for a few seconds on the other end, then the sound of waves crashing into the receiver drifted in. "I'm drinking a caramel macchiato now."

"Aren't you afraid of high blood sugar?" Zhou Yinghuai added sharply, not forgetting to highlight his own unique advantages, "I'm not afraid, my wife is a doctor, so it's convenient for me to do anything."

Lou Yan responded sarcastically, "Has the doctor's wife commented on the long-term effects of tubal ligation?"

"My wife is very satisfied. She is passionate and bold, and the joy of our intimate moments lies in their versatility."

"Everyone's family is the same," Lou Yanhui added, then hung up.

Zhou Yinghuai put down his phone and deliberately opened WeChat.

The chat window with Zhu Xi was eerily quiet, with no new messages.

He tapped the screen twice, his fingertip hovering above it for two seconds.

They were deleted one by one.

It's best not to disturb her work.

As a husband, one must be prepared to help his wife soar to great heights.

Hospitals are also highly competitive; if you don't move forward, you fall behind.

All Zhou Yinghuai could do was silently support Zhu Xi in everything she did.

He raised an eyebrow, his mood lightening, and picked up the latte again.

I took a sip, and mmm, it's sweet.

Chen Bei is getting better and better at handling things. Next to the latte, there's a strawberry cake.

Fresh strawberries are bright red and look sweet.

Zhou Yinghuai neither ate nor touched the cake.

He stared at Zhu Xi's photo for a long time before finally making up his mind.

He spread the project documents that Chen Bei had left behind early in the morning out on the table and took a quick picture with his phone.

She didn't post it on her WeChat Moments, but sent it exclusively to Zhu Xi.

Zhou Yinghuai: [Sister Xi, I'm working hard.]

I'm thinking about you a lot too.

Zhu Xi did not immediately see Zhou Yinghuai's ulterior motives.

Especially the blurry, pressed-together strawberries in the lower left corner of the photo.

Zhou Yinghuai pressed his right leg down on his left, tapping his knee repeatedly with his fingertips, but as expected, he received no reply.

He chuckled, raised an eyebrow, and muttered to himself, "What a disappointment, Zhou Yinghuai!"

He'd barely put his phone down, and hadn't even flipped to the first page of the project proposal, when he changed his tune, "There's nothing wrong with missing your wife!"

Absolutely! Under heaven, who dares to say that missing one's wife is wrong?

-

This multidisciplinary joint surgery started at 10 a.m. and Zhu Xi didn't emerge from the operating room until 3 p.m.

When she left, the patient had already been taken over by a doctor from another department.

Old Huang walked out alongside her, noticing her calm expression.

He jokingly remarked, "Her face is like a peach blossom, and her eyebrows and eyes are like a painting."

Zhu Xi rubbed her sore neck. "Brother Huang, have you been tutoring your child's Chinese homework lately? His academic level has improved."

Old Huang immediately looked miserable. "Your niece is only in the third grade of elementary school, and I, a medical doctor, can't even help her with her homework."

Zhu Xi laughed out loud, all her fatigue vanishing. "Really?"

"You don't believe me?" Old Huang pulled off his surgical cap. "I'll give you a chance. Next week is your sister-in-law's birthday, and it's also our wedding anniversary. Can you do me a favor?"

Zhu Xi: "Brother Huang, I'm not suitable to be a flower girl right now."

Old Huang sighed, "Isn't that outdated?"

He said quietly, "I told you long ago that even if you become a doctor, you have to keep up with the times. Flower girls? That's a product of the last century."

Zhu Xi admitted that she had fallen behind.

Old Huang continued, "Now it's all drones and AI. The programs are set up, and as long as there's no power outage, there's no guarantee there won't be any problems."

He sighed again, "I'm getting off-topic! Mr. Zhu, could you babysit my child for a day?"

Zhu Xi had just turned on the tap when she heard Dr. Huang's words and was so shocked that she covered the water pipe.

The icy water formed a column and sprayed all over Old Huang's unsuspecting face.

The fear in his eyes seemed to say, "Are you sick?"

"Damn it, Mr. Zhu, you can't retaliate against me even if you don't agree!"

Zhu Xi repeatedly apologized, saying that taking care of the child was impossible, and taking care of the child while also tutoring their Chinese homework was even more of a pipe dream.

Seeing that Lao Huang was alright, she began to wash her hands.

"I want you to take my daughter to a wedding."

Zhu Xi: "Huh?"

"Vice President Jiang's son is getting married, aren't you going?"

Zhu Xi shook her head; she wasn't interested in currying favor with her superiors.

Old Huang was speechless. "The dean's son married a new nurse from our department."

"Who?"

"The post was published a while ago, didn't you see it?"

Zhu Xi genuinely hadn't seen it. "When?"

"The day before yesterday!"

"Do we have to go?"

What do you think?

Some leaders are worth currying favor with, Zhu Xi thought, so he decided to go all out and bring his family along if necessary.

-

Zhu Xi searched the office for a long time but couldn't find a single red mark.

She returned to her dormitory dejectedly, feeling both tired and thirsty.

I had just unscrewed a bottle of lime juice, and before I even brought it to my lips, I caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of my eye.

In the neurosurgery textbook that Zhou Yinghuai often read when he came over, I caught a glimpse of a red corner.

She opened it and picked it up; the invitation immediately appeared.

Zhu Xi put one hand on her hip and shouted, "Zhou Yinghuai!!!"

Before Cao Cao even arrived, a video call came in.

Zhu Xi sat down and pressed the answer button.

Zhou Yinghuai was still in his office, his desk piled high with documents.

After the video call connected, he adjusted his glasses and asked, "Have you eaten?"

Zhu Xi used the invitation as a fan, saying, "I'm not hungry."

"The wedding is next weekend," Zhou Yinghuai said, looking at the red ribbon waving in her hand.

Zhu Xi: "You'll come with me then."

Zhou Yinghuai: "Okay."

The two stared at each other, but their composure crumbled within seconds.

"You have no appetite at all?" Zhou Yinghuai asked.

"Where are the snacks I prepared for you?" Zhou Yinghuai asked, as if a teacher were checking homework.

Zhu Xi pouted at him, her voice soft, "I ate, I ate."

"What did you eat?"

"That's going too far, Zhou Yinghuai!" she scolded playfully. "Then let me ask you, what did you eat for lunch?"

Zhou Yinghuai took off his glasses, rubbed his temples, and then put them back on.

"I ate sea bass, eggs, grouper, and bamboo fungus soup."

He really remembered it, describing each dish clearly.

Zhu Xi nodded slightly and placed her phone on the stand.

She got up, went to the refrigerator, took out a box of seaweed cakes, and ate them in front of him.

"What do you want to eat tonight?" She ate like a little hamster, which made Zhou Yinghuai very happy. "I'll have my family cook something and send it to you."

Zhu Xi took a sip of her drink and gestured with her chin toward his mountain of documents. "You're busy, I won't bother you while you're making money."

Zhou Yinghuai's lips twitched.

"Zhou Yinghuai, you're just an employee now, stop trying to be lazy and take shortcuts."

"Oh? Me?"

Zhu Xi: "That's right, don't even think about seducing the master's wife. Remember, you are the legal husband, don't act like you're from a brothel or a place of pleasure!"

A voice-over suddenly sounded from the side.

It's like watching a spectacle in the sweltering summer heat, and then, "They messed up!"

Zhu Xi: "Where are you in the height of summer?"

As she spoke, a bright, smiling face appeared on the screen.

"Dean Zhu, your man is mine tonight."

Zhu Xi: "It's yours."

In the sweltering summer: "You don't care about my Ah Huai at all."

"Why aren't you paying attention?"

"Ah Huai's glasses are practically worn out from adjusting them so much, didn't you notice he's wearing a new pair?"

Zhu Xi pursed her lips, her face instantly turning red with embarrassment.