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The lady did not plan to let Wen Yiyan see this for the time being, so she looked around the room and hid the box in a more secluded place.

After he was done hiding, Fan Xing stood at his original position and thought about the possibility that his husband would see this set of things. He felt that it wasn't very likely, so he relaxed and turned around to leave.

In the living room, the fragrance lingered.

The dining table was already set with two cups of warm milk and some porridge dishes.

The tall and straight figure was still busy in the kitchen, probably working hard for the last dish.

'An outstanding man! He really can enter the kitchen and the hall! '

Fan Xing pursed her lips and laughed slyly with a sense of accomplishment. She walked into the kitchen and smiled at her husband: "Husband, you've worked hard. What can I do for you?"

Wen Yiyan did not even turn his head, he only continued with his actions of poking his spoon out of the water. His reaction was always clear and cold, but his voice carried a trace of gentleness: "Wash your hands, we're ready to eat breakfast."

The woman complied and walked to the tap at the side. She turned it on and washed her hands while watching the man's skillful cooking.

Her smile grew even sweeter. Her husband was always so handsome when it came to cooking.

Fan Xing helped to scoop two bowls of porridge. Wen Yiyan's final dish, the Lotus Eggs, was also prepared. The two of them sat down and started to eat breakfast.

As soon as she touched the chopsticks, the woman immediately picked up a poached egg and put it into the man's bowl. She said happily, "Hubby, eat more."

Wen Yiyan glanced at her and then lowered his head to eat the egg.

The person he liked sat by his side and ate breakfast with her. Occasionally, she would add some dishes for him.

Fan Xing smiled foolishly as he watched Yue Yang eat his breakfast gracefully.

The man who was eating opposite her saw her giggling for some reason. He wiped the corner of his mouth with a tissue and said calmly, "Hurry up and eat."

Fan Xing grinned and nodded, he picked up the congee and drank a big gulp, his cheeks bulging.

After she slowly swallowed the porridge in her mouth, she looked at her husband and asked, "How do you plan to spend Saturday?"

What she was thinking was that it was rare for both of them to be resting, so it wasn't bad for the two of them to go out for a stroll.

Wen Yiyan thought for a while before raising his eyes to look at her. He tried his best to explain it in a concise manner, "There are some colleagues from the hospital who are here to discuss some matters with you today."

Fan Xing replied with an "oh", a bit disappointed.

It was a rare leisure time after all, but he still had to busy himself with his work.

However, Fan Xing did not think too much into it.

She nodded, took a bite of the egg, and asked again, "Shall we discuss it at home?"

The man across from him replied, "Yes, we were planning to go out, but we have more information on the family, so it would be more convenient to discuss."

Fan Xing felt that it was true.

The cases that needed to be studied over the weekend would not be a simple matter, so he needed a lot of relevant information for reference.

Fan Xing did not say anything else.

The two of them quietly ate until all the food on the table had been wiped out. Only then did they stop.

After cleaning up the dishes and seeing that it was still early, they decided to go for a walk and absorb some of the fresh morning air.

Fan Xing carried him and strolled around the district park for close to an hour. Seeing that it was about time, Wen Yiyan's colleagues also arrived.

About ten o'clock, soon after they came back from outside and sat on the sofa, the doorbell rang.

Fan Xing opened the door.

When the door opened, there was a well-dressed woman standing outside.

The woman outside the door saw Fan Xing opening the door and was startled, obviously not expecting her to open the door.

However, she quickly tidied up her expression and revealed a very polite smile. She said softly, "Hello, I'm Wen Yiyan's colleague, Zhao Linglang. I'm Zhao Linglang.

Fan Xing did not notice her loss of composure, he only felt that this girl was rather courteous, and smiled: "Where are you talking about, we are all colleagues. We should walk around a lot everyday, and come in first."

After entering the room, Wen Yiyan helped introduce the two to each other again, "This is my colleague, Zhao Linglang."

Fan Xing smiled and said: "I know, she had already introduced herself at the door just now."

The man nodded slightly, then said to Zhao Linglang, "This is my wife, Fan Xing."

Zhao Linglang's eyes widened and she instantly froze.

She had never heard of Wen Yiyan getting married, and on normal days, it might be because of work, but she didn't see any wedding rings on his hands.

Her eyes could not help but size up Fan Xing. This ordinary-looking woman was actually his wife?

Zhao Linglang knew that she had lost control of herself and quickly tidied up her expression before extending her right hand towards Fan Xing. "Hello, Miss Fan."

Fan Xing felt that her expression was a little strange. Logically speaking, Zhao Linglang should have called her Mrs. Wen or Sister-in-law, but she called her Miss Fan instead …

However, Fan Xing didn't think about it further, he only smiled and held her hand, eagerly saying, "Welcome, Ling Lang."

Wen Yiyan stood indifferently at the side, not showing any other expression.

After greeting each other, Wen Yiyan and Zhao Ling Lang entered the study room and started to discuss medical issues at the table.

Fan Xing poured two cups of warm water, and even added a slice of lemon inside to deliver it to them.

Zhao Linglang thanked her and began to continue with the story with Wen Yiyan.

Seeing that they had started to discuss, Fan Xing tactfully decided not to disturb them anymore.

He took out her information from a nearby bookshelf, walked into the study, and sat down on the sofa that was used for resting. He prepared to study the medical records of the boy who suffered from mania in high school.

This patient was under her and Senior Jiang's responsibility.

Because of the treatment they had done on Wei Wenyu previously, the two of them had developed a tacit understanding of each other.

Fan Xing watched for a while and unconsciously raised his head. He saw that the two people in front of him were discussing it in an infatuated manner, and the man explained in a very serious manner to Zhao Linglang. Every time he said the first half of the sentence, the person opposite him would quickly finish it.

Seeing their tacit understanding, she suddenly felt a little upset in her heart.

It wasn't jealousy, but envy.

If she had known earlier, she would not have been a psychiatrist and the university would have chosen their profession.

That way, she and her husband would be able to work together in the business.

But she was only thinking about it.

Fan Xing knew that her IQ level was not high enough for her to do this kind of specialized technical work. The only reason she could become a psychiatrist was because she was a little sensitive, and also very meticulous.

The woman shook her head, suppressing her unnecessary thoughts as she looked down at the document in her hand.

She had just turned over another page when her phone rang. The two people who were discussing at the side turned to look at her.

Fan Xing stuck out his tongue, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm going out to pick up a call, you guys can continue."

She brought her cell phone into the living room and looked at the caller ID showing Lin Sichun. Fan Xing vaguely remembered something and quickly picked up: "Lin Sichun?"

Lin Sichun's teasing voice came from the other side: "Sigh, it's about time you treat me to dinner. Don't tell me you've forgotten?"

Fan Xing closed his eyes and thought, it's over.

I really forgot.

These few days, she had been so focused on her husband that she still remembered something else.

The woman secretly exhaled and pretended to be calm as she said, "Who forgot, I was just about to go out."

"I'll pick you up."

"No need, I'll take a cab there myself. See you in the restaurant later."

"Alright then, I'll see you later."

After hanging up, Fan Xing exhaled lightly, and turned around, wanting to rush into the room to change his clothes. The corner of his clothes accidentally dragged the remote control that was placed on the table, and it fell onto the floor.

Hearing the noise, the two people from the study room walked out. Seeing that Fan Xing just happened to turn around, they crouched down and picked up the remote control.

Her tears of pain flowed down in an instant. Her small hands covered the spot where she had been hit, unable to speak.

Seeing that she had crashed into him heavily, Wen Yiyan's face changed, and walked over with a pained heart.

He took her small hand away and used his palm to gently rub the place where she was hit. With a cold voice, he said, "What are you so anxious about? Can't you take things slowly?"

She acted like a spoiled child, feeling somewhat wronged. "It hurts."