So You’re Such A Doctor Song

Upon hearing Fu Yu’s mockery, Song Chuyi gradually got up from his chair. His refined face looked so somber and overcast like a rainy cloud that water might start dripping from it.

“Go and get ready for tomorrow’s surgery. If the surgery is a success, the money you’ll receive will be more than enough for you to use for a long time,” Fu Yu said faintly as he turned around and walked out of the office.

Once he left, Song Chuyi immediately stripped his white overcoat and threw it onto the chair harshly.

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By the time he left the hospital, the sky had completely turned dark.

At the first instant he got home, he discovered that every corner of the house was brightly lit and there was a commotion coming from the kitchen intermittently.

He went to the kitchen with big strides, and under the orange lights, he saw Changqing at the kitchen counter, using all her strength to close the lid of the rice cooker. When Changqing turned and noticed he was standing behind her, hints of guilt flashed several times within her peach-blossom eyes. “Well… I wanted to cook dinner for you initially, but I couldn’t close the lid even after trying for so long.”

Song Chuyi approached the kitchen counter and proceeded to close the lid of the rice cooker forcefully while suffering from tightness in his chest. The banging sound from the closing of the lid prompted Changqing to hurriedly explain in a soft voice as she became racked with anxiety: “Please don’t misunderstand. Fu Yu and Auntie Shen used to be our neighbors when my sister and I lived in Yangzhou in the past. Auntie Shen was good to me when I was a child. I was simply visiting her at the hospital after I discovered she was ill. My sister went to see her as well around noon. If you don’t believe me, you can call my sister or my father and ask them about it.”

The young lady appeared visibly worried that he would misunderstand her. Her pair of peach-blossom eyes were teary as they fawned over him trying to gain his favor. The white dove home-wear shirt she was currently wearing made her tender skin stand out while her slender neck looked gorgeous; her small hands that were grasping his sleeves looked slim and symmetrical, and with her lips pressed together, she looked both sweet and innocent.

She was a woman who was great at acting pitiful.

Admittedly, while he was on his way back home, Song Chuyi felt immensely irritated and regretted ever marrying Changqing. There were countless scenarios playing in his head about the possibilities of Changqing secretly being the same as Guan Ying, and like Guan Ying, he thought she would be willing to follow the unspoken rules of the entertainment industry in a bid to become famous. He never would’ve expected he would see her acting so nervous and that she would even attempt to cook dinner for him before he returned home.

Prior to this, he heard from Yan Lei that Changqing had absolutely no culinary skills when it came to cooking. Is she trying to gain my favor? Song Chuyi thought to himself.

His facial expression eased up a little, but subsequently, his face turned dark and dull again. “I had yet to speak a single word after I came home, but you’re already acting this defensive. Can I interpret this as you being guilty?”

“I’m not!” Changqing snorted as she stared back at Song Chuyi with wide-open eyes. “I was merely afraid you’d misunderstand me, so I kindheartedly tried to explain to you in advance. In any case, I have a clear conscience.”

She subconsciously puffed her chest out as she spoke.

Song Chuyi stared down at Changqing as she defended herself from his accusation. Since the shirt she was wearing had a zipper, and since her breasts were a little too big for the shirt, the zipper burst open slightly. It so happened that he could see a small arc jiggling from inside the opening of the shirt.

His eyes darkened, and he reached out to help her zip up the small opening of the shirt.

Changqing’s face turned hot from embarrassment, and just as she was about to scold him, Song Chuyi beat her to it and began to speak. “Is it wrong for me to help you zip up your shirt?”

After hearing his words, Changqing’s face flushed red to the extent that her ears were affected as well, and after giving him a look to insinuate that she wasn’t going to talk to him anymore, she left the kitchen feeling vexed.

“Hey, aren’t you going to cook dinner?” Song Chuyi asked. His anger suddenly dissipated, and he was even in the mood to tease her.

“Not doing it anymore. Hmph! You offended me.”

Feeling exasperated, Changqing went to the living room to watch some television shows.

Seeing her reaction and thinking that it was funny, Song Chuyi shook his head. He was actually pretty exhausted and thought it would be good if he could eat the delicious food Changqing was going to prepare for him. Nevertheless, as Changqing changed her mind and refused to cook for him, he could only depend on himself to do it.

However, he rarely cooked at home typically, so when he opened the refrigerator, there was only a pitiable amount of ingredients inside.

In the end, he whipped up a seaweed egg drop soup and a stir-fried cucumber with ham from the leftover ingredients.