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

"What's wrong with eating it?" Zhu Xi looked at the food box. "What, did Old Zhu teach you from a young age not to eat food offered with contempt?"

Zhu Hao leaned closer to her, a head shorter than her sister, and could only look up at her with a gossipy expression, "Sis, did you and your brother-in-law have a fight?"

Zhu Xi glanced at her, who was up to no good, and pushed her away by touching her face with her fingertips.

"Don't shout."

"I wasn't calling him anything." Zhu Hao still eagerly moved closer to Zhu Xi, "Brother-in-law is so handsome."

"Yeah, he's just handsome and has a lot of money."

Best wishes: "She's tall, and she has the abs you like too."

It's been quite a while since lunchtime, and it's kind of Zhu Hao to have endured hunger until now.

Zhu Xi casually opened two food boxes and glanced inside; they were full of her favorite foods.

She stared at the delicious-looking dishes and asked, "Did he say anything?"

Zhu Hao blinked her big, bright eyes and deliberately said the opposite of what she meant, "Who is it? Dad? Dad went drinking with the Dean."

Zhu Xi: "Zhou Yinghuai."

"Sister, who is Zhou Yinghuai?"

Zhu Xi was outraged. She knew her younger sister was doing it on purpose, but there was nothing she could do.

She tossed the food container into the microwave to heat it, one hand on her hip, and said, "My husband."

Zhu Hao pretended to suddenly realize something, and said in a long, melodious voice, "Brother-in-law."

He didn't come.

Zhu Xi: "?"

Zhu Hao smiled mischievously, "It was delivered by an uncle surnamed Bai, and the cake was too."

Frustrated, Zhu Xi wanted to get rid of her annoying younger sister.

But Zhu Hao, with her playful and mischievous nature, always managed to win over her soft heart. "Uncle Bai said that my brother-in-law was called away by the elders in the family to put out the fire."

"Sis, your husband isn't a firefighter, why are you asking him to put out the fire?"

Zhu Xi remained silent and put another box of side dishes into the microwave.

"Sis, do you think your husband is the kind of guy you see in TV dramas, who'll pull out the family heirloom whip and punish people severely?"

Zhu Xi scoffed, "How would I know? Maybe he's the one who got beaten up."

Zhu Hao frowned. "Aren't you heartbroken that your brother-in-law is injured?"

"Best wishes!" Zhu Xi said, finally losing her temper. "Don't force me to call your mother."

"Shut up, okay?" He grumbled several times before going to wash his hands. "I'll eat my food obediently."

The dishes tasted as good as always, made by Zhou Yinghuai.

Zhu Xi ate a couple of bites, but showed little interest.

"Sis, this is delicious!" Zhu Hao put some food on her plate. "Sis, why aren't you eating?"

Zhu Xi: "I'm not hungry."

"But your stomach is growling."

Zhu Xi was ridiculed again, and picked up Wang Shier's box, saying, "I eat braised dishes."

The sister, who was rather aloof, ate the snacks she had bought herself, and was very happy to hear that she wished well.

"Sis, you eat this. I'll buy you more after you finish these."

Zhu Xi glanced at her, looking at this younger sister whose features and personality were completely different from hers, but who was half her blood.

"Aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

"I'm not tired."

"But I'm worried about my wallet." Zhu Xi pushed the food box towards her. "The French food at Imperial View costs half a month's salary for me."

"I'm treating you, save your money to pay your mortgage. Like I said, you're a mortgage slave. I've been saving all my New Year's money, it's all yours."

"..." Zhu Xi finally smiled.

Zhu Xi is a person who doesn't have much of a sense of ritual or obsession.

I wish you well.

After dinner, a flower candle was pinned to the ice cream cake covered with strawberries.

It was a gift I brought especially to wish you well.

Pink roses.

"Sister, I made these candles myself." Zhu Hao arranged the flowers, "Sister, in my heart, you will always be the most beautiful rose."

"Hmm, a 27-year-old old rose." She mocked herself, watching Zhu hop around like a rabbit to draw the curtains and turn off the lights.

In an instant, only one rose was lit up in this exquisitely decorated inpatient dormitory.

The flickering candlelight softened Zhu Xi's aloofness and detachment.

I wished her a happy birthday and sang her a voice message like it was sent in the middle of the night.

Sincerity, honesty.

Zhu Xi couldn't stand her burning, innocent gaze, and also because she was afraid that she would get even more excited later.

She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish.

As the song ended, she opened her eyes and swiftly and decisively extinguished the flames of the red rose.

The dormitory has been brightened up again.

Zhu Xi left a large portion for Zhu Hao and sent the rest to the nurses' station to distribute to Xiao Yue and the others.

As I turned to leave, I ran into Zhu Tanzhi in the elevator lobby.

The father and daughter hadn't seen each other for a long time. Zhu Xi gripped the chief resident's cell phone tightly, her feet feeling like they were glued to the ground, unable to move.

Zhu Tanzhi stepped forward first, "Alright? We're going back now."

Zhu Xi looked up and said, "I promised to take her out for French food tonight in my dorm."

"You have time?" The voice carried a father's authority and displeasure. "Old Hao said you've been so busy lately that you haven't had time to have dinner with your husband."

Zhu Tanzhi harbored resentment and was extremely dissatisfied with her marriage to Zhou Yinghuai.

Zhu Xi put her hands into the pockets of her white coat and suddenly calmed down.

She looked at her father, who never smiled at her, and said, "I'm still on duty. If you want to take Zhu Hao away, go to her dormitory and find her."

After saying that, she took a step to the right and was about to leave.

Zhu Tanzhi: "You should appreciate Xiao Su's gesture of returning to China for you."

Zhu Xi stopped, her mind instantly overwhelmed by the displeasure of being disciplined.

Her suppressed emotions surged up rapidly and launched a fierce attack.

"So what? I should go and ask the Zhou family for a divorce, then turn around and marry Su Daiqing, whom you're so happy with?"

Zhu Tanzhi: "Shouldn't it be?"

"Zhu Xi, the Zhou family is a wealthy and powerful family. Do you think you are worthy of their respect? I have taught you since you were young to be down-to-earth, pragmatic and enterprising."

Zhu Xi was speechless to the extreme, and didn't even care about the occasional passerby.

"My dear father, the dean, shouldn't you have said that more than a month ago?"

"When your beloved ex-wife, Ms. He Mianxin, tried to push me out, was your incomparably noble fatherly love hidden in hindsight?"

Zhu Tanzhi: "Was it up to me back then?"

Zhu Xi was so angry she laughed; in fact, she did laugh out loud, speechless.

"Then where does your confidence come from that you think you can call the shots now?"

Zhu Tanzhi: "Your brother is still listed in the family genealogy. Don't let him be ashamed because of your deliberate attempt to climb the social ladder, and don't let him lose his heritage because of your ignorance."

Zhu Xi: "Then you might as well kick him out, remove him from the genealogy. He can then settle down and take root on the other side of the ocean."

Blood ties and family affection are nothing more than this.

Zhu Tanzhi: "Zhu Xi, you're being insolent."

Zhu Xi lowered her eyes, looking at the emergency exit indicator light.

She sneered and said indifferently, "Useless hindsight only earns you contempt. Your father's authority, your belated fatherly love, and your pathetic arrogance are less important to me than the patients I picked up at the hospital gate."

"Divorce is a matter I can decide voluntarily; no one can interfere with that!"

The cold air in the hospital made her feel cold.

The chill spread from the top of the head to the limbs.

Zhu Xi felt that she was about to fall into an endless icy tunnel in the next second.

"Sister Xi, who told you to divorce me?"

A familiar male voice came from behind. Zhu Xi didn't turn around, but a pair of strong hands were placed on her lower back.

Support her, give her warmth, and give her courage.

He pulled her upwards with all his might.

Struggle upwards, take root.