CH 30.1

Faced with the arrival of Song Anchen’s mother, Yisheng did not know what to do.

Yisheng stood up, unsure of what to do, “Auntie.”

Song Anchen’s mother walked over with large strides, looking around. When she saw Zhao Jixiang, whose mouth was wide open, she asked curiously, “What’s the matter? Is there something on my face?”

Zhao Jixiang kept shaking her head, “Aren’t you… Boundless Skies’…”

Song Anchen’s mother smiled mildly and nodded her head. Zhao Jixiang sucked in some air and looked at Yisheng, stunned, only to see Yisheng awkwardly refuse to look at Zhao Jixiang. Yisheng knew that Zhao Jixiang must want to strangle her right now. She knew the rich donator, but she had pretended to not know anything. But it was true that Yisheng did not know about Song Anchen’s mother donating money beforehand.

“Why is auntie here?”

“I wanted to see Anchen, but he isn’t here,” Song Anchen’s mother scrunched up her brows, the corners of her lips lowering as she shrugged and showed her hands in helplessness.

Yisheng chuckled, she did not know what to do. She wanted to greet Song Anchen’s mother properly and ask her to sit down but saw that her colleagues were staring at her with weird gazes like she was an alien. Yisheng looked at her watch, she had only started work an hour ago, and there was still a long while before her shift ended.

“Auntie, are you waiting for Younger Brother Song?”

“Eh? Why are you still calling him Younger Brother Song?” Song Anchen’s mother pointed at Yisheng’s forehead, seeming to be blaming her while teaching her. “I called his father yesterday and he told me that you two are getting married next month.”

“Pft…”It was not Yisheng who spat out. Instead, it was the nurse that was drinking water behind Yisheng, and it was because of those words.

Zhao Jixiang’s mouth that had just closed fell open again as she looked at Yisheng in disbelief. Yisheng lamented in her heart, she knew that with Song Anchen’s mother’s straightforwardness, something like this would happen.

“Please take more care of Yisheng, she’s pregnant, so please help her with some things,” Song Anchen’s mother happily instructed the group of nurses that were standing behind her, shocked. Those nurses were experiencing complicated feelings that they did not know how to put into words. They could only continue drinking water, and choke till they kept coughing.

Song Anchen found it a little strange and asked Yisheng, “It seems that all of them really like to drink water.”

Yisheng could only laugh foolishly.

Zhao Jixiang added, “They drank too much vinegar and it hurt their teeth.”

(T/N: ‘Vinegar’ here, means jealousy/envy. They were envious and drank too much ‘vinegar’)

Song Anchen’s mother suddenly understood and her face was full of regret, “I should have given birth to a few more Anchens. That way, everyone can have one.”

Did Song Anchen’s mother think she was the Bodhisattva! Zhao Jixiang suddenly felt like her ability to shock people was nothing compared to Song Anchen’s mother. Yisheng placed her hand on her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. If she really gave birth to more Song Anchens for everyone, that would be a disaster. Demons would be rampant.

Song Anchen’s mother held Yisheng’s hand, “I told the head of your hospital that you’ll be getting married soon just now…”

Yisheng had a bad feeling. It was impossible that the hospital would give her a holiday because she was getting married, but if Song Anchen’s mother appeared, given what she did, the head of the hospital might agree to her request.

“D̲a̲m̲n̲ it, I asked him to give you a holiday so that you’ll be able to go to Las Vegas for your honeymoon, but that fellow refused no matter what I said.”

Yisheng was stunned. As expected, the head of the hospital was really good.

“He insisted that Las Vegas was not a good place for a honeymoon and suggested that I have the two of you go to Venice.”

This time, not only was Yisheng speechless but the other nurses present were also speechless. This hospital head was really… It was their working hours now, so she could not keep chatting. Song Anchen’s mother knew as well and asked for Yisheng’s phone number, saying that she would contact her again before she got on the Maybach and drove off, engine roaring.

Song Anchen’s mother was really powerful. She came quietly whistled like a tornado before leaving in a cloud of dust.

The whole duty room was extremely quiet it felt strange. When Yisheng returned to the duty room, she felt suffocated. Zhao Jixiang grabbed Yisheng’s arm unhappily, gritted her teeth, and narrowing her eyes as she asked, “Speak, when did you start your relationship with your childhood sweetheart?”

“A dark and windy night,” Yisheng answered honestly.

“What were the two of you doing?” Zhao Jixiang narrowed her eyes and continued to ask aggressively.

Yisheng laughed awkwardly and took a few steps back, “Those kinds of things that are done in collusion.”

Zhao Jixiang looked around and leaned over to whisper into Yisheng’s ear, “Was it that night in Pattaya?”

Yisheng was too embarrassed to say that this sort of relationship between her and Song Anchen had happened since she was young and nodded, a little embarrassed. Zhao Jixiang sighed, sitting down and shaking her head, “That’s so lucky, you managed to get together with a great man.”

Yisheng sniffed, “Why do all of you think that he’s very good?” Although she said that she did not think he was very good, but in her heart, she felt that Song Anchen was indeed a good man. He was careful and took responsibility. He did not treat people badly either, and his looks were outstanding. The only bad thing about him was that he liked to tease her too much, which she did not know how to deal with.

“You’re talking nonsense. Just ask any student from our Medical University A, everyone knows Song Anchen, on the school forum, he’s always top on the list when they vote for their dream lover, or dream husband, or even the object of one’s s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ fantasies.”

“Oh,” Yisheng felt a little injured, “Object of one’s s̲e̲x̲u̲a̲l̲ fantasies? Gosh, you guys are messing around too much.”

Zhao Jixiang rolled her eyes at him, “Do you not want to admit that his skills in bed are good?”

Yisheng’s face turned pale. Compared to when he was young, there was a big difference, it was like he had directly gone straight to the clouds. It was incomparable.”

“Most doctors are quite good in bed, especially doctors in internal medicine. Song Anchen specialized in tumors and naturally is good,” Zhao Jixiang glanced at Yisheng, who was already very pale, “You’ll have a good s̲e̲x̲ life in the future.”

Yisheng trembled. She recalled that night’s drunkenness and wanted to knock her head against the wall. Gosh, she had not considered their future between husband and wife. When Zhao Jixiang said, she was scared that she would die from pleasure in the future. Sigh.