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The man didn't say anything else, but the concern on his face wasn't hidden, and the movements of his hands became gentler.

When Zhao Linglang, who was standing to the side, saw his gentle actions, she couldn't help but fall into a trance.

Was this still the man who was indifferent to everything?

After the pain had passed, Fan Xing suddenly remembered that he had an outsider's help. She shyly took his hand away and coughed twice, "I'm fine, you guys continue.

The man nodded as if nothing had happened and could not help but remind him, "Come back early."

Fan Xing smiled as he replied. Then, he ran back to his room to change his clothes, picked up his handbag, and quickly ran to the shoe rack to change his shoes. He turned around to see them standing at a distance, and felt very satisfied.

It wasn't that she had a lot of confidence in herself.

She believed in her husband's character.

Furthermore, her family's man was too stuffy. If they wanted to seduce him, they would have to put in a lot of effort.

She smiled and said goodbye to them before she made it out the door.

The remaining two people returned to the study room after Fan Xing left and continued with his discussion of the previous case.

Recalling Fan Xing's reckless look earlier, a dark glint and disdain flashed past Zhao Linglang's eyes.

How could such a reckless and rash woman be worthy of such an outstanding Wen Yiyan?

The woman hid her thoughts carefully as a smile appeared on her face. She asked, seemingly puzzled, "Miss Fan, why are you in such a hurry? Is there something urgent?"

Wen Yiyan's expression did not change as he said indifferently, "She has always been like this."

Zhao Linglang thought that his words contained impatience towards Fan Xing, and so his smile became even more radiant. With a deeper meaning, he said, "One sentence, you probably like this kind of ignorant girl."

Wen Yiyan did not make a sound, his expression did not reveal much.

He really did like that stupid woman who had messed with him.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zhao Linglang became even more proud. She thought that he really didn't like that woman.

"Miss Fan is a lovely girl," she tried to defend herself. "You should be more tolerant as a boy."

Wen Yiyan frowned.

He was not used to talking about household chores with outsiders.

And he didn't think they were familiar enough to talk about it.

If it wasn't for the fact that Chief Huang recommended her to be a good sapling and asked him to take care of her, he wouldn't want to get involved with her too much.

Thus, with a few words, he brought the topic back to the issue of the case.

No matter how Zhao Linglang tried to bring up the topic of Fan Xing in the future, he would be distracted by a few sentences from the man back to medicine.

After failing a few times, Zhao Linglang finally gave up on talking about Fan Xing and only asked him for his expertise in cancer.

By the time Fan Xing reached the dining hall, Lin Sichun had already found a seat and was waiting there.

Fan Xing sat in the seat opposite of him, and asked with a little guilt: "You came so fast?"

Lin Sichun said somewhat helplessly: "Big sister, do you want me to be fast or do you want me to be slow?"

Fan Xing knew that he was in the wrong, he did not refute him and only placed the menu in front of him to curry favor with him: "Come, let's order some dishes."

He waved his hand and pushed the menu back. "Alright, you order. I'm not picky."

Fan Xing thought, she was not a picky eater.

But he didn't push it back.

After looking through the menu once, without knowing how he liked it, Fan Xing picked a few dishes and asked for his opinion.

While they were waiting for the dishes to arrive, the two of them started chatting.

Lin Sichun asked casually: "How has your man been recently?"

Fan Xing thought about his days with Wen Yiyan and said with a smile, "It's pretty good."

The man looked at her sweet-looking smile and said with some emotion, "Previously, when you looked so pitiful, you were actually quite pleased with yourself."

Fan Xing did not reply, only smiling smilingly.

She silently lamented in her heart. She should be willing to give it her all, alright?

The dishes soon arrived. The two chatted as they ate, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After he was done eating, Lin Sichun suggested that he go and play games.

Fan Xing was about to agree, but after thinking about it, she realized that the new patient's information had not been fully studied, and that her father would be coming over tomorrow as well. His daily necessities were not even prepared yet, so she was afraid that she did not have time to play games.

Thinking this way, he refused.

In the end, Lin Sichun decided to take her to the supermarket to get supplies from her father.

Fan Xing was extremely grateful and chuckled, "Indeed, a good person is a good person, kind and cute."

Lin Sichun glanced at her flattering little face, then smiled, "You're the only one with a sweet mouth."

Fan Xing happily nodded his head, the sweetness in his mouth was also a type of skill.

The two strolled around the supermarket and threw everything they wanted into the shopping cart. When they paid the bill and put it in the shopping bag, they found that they had bought a whole bunch of things.

Fan Xing was dumbstruck. He had initially wanted to buy some emergency supplies, but he hadn't thought that he would unknowingly pick up so many things.

Lin Sichun helped her put the things into the trunk, and she scratched her head a little embarrassedly, "Thank you, I'll be troubling you today."

The man said indifferently, "Don't be polite with me. Get in the car, I'll send you back."

Hearing that, Fan Xing didn't hold back anymore, and decided to treat him to a meal next time.

When the two of them drove back to Fan Xing's house, they coincidentally met Wen Yiyan.

The two of them got out of the car, and Lin Sichun walked to the back of the car to carry the bag of stuff.

Wen Yiyan looked at Lin Sichun, who was carrying something, and a sharp glint flashed past his pitch-black eyes.

Zhao Linglang looked at Lin Sichun and Wen Yiyan. In the end, her gaze landed on Fan Xing, and scanned the three of them. Finally, her lips slightly raised, as if she had thought of something.

She restrained her expression and looked towards Wen Yiyan: "One word, thank you. I've disturbed you today.

Wen Yiyan nodded lightly: "Take care."

Fan Xing walked over and said to Zhao Linglang with a smile, "Linglang, be careful on your way."

Zhao Linglang agreed with a smile and left after saying goodbye.

As for the remaining three people, the atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

Lin Sichun's gaze drifted between the two of them, and she raised her eyebrows slightly, before looking at Wen Yiyan. "Why, don't you want to invite me in?"

Wen Yiyan glanced at him, lowered her eyes, and lightly said: "Please come in."

Fan Xing looked at the two men in front of her, a little confused. No matter how slow she was, she could feel an indescribable disharmony between them.

The woman frowned, thinking that maybe Lin Sichun had helped her previously, so Wen Yiyan didn't like to interact with her.

She pursed her lips and followed them into the house.

The three of them entered the house.

The two men sat on the sofa in the living room and looked at each other.

Fan Xing went to the side to prepare some tea.

Wen Yiyan retracted his gaze without batting an eyelid and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Mister Lin, for taking care of me today. Thank you for sending my wife back home."

The words "my wife" and "going home" all showed their ownership to outsiders.

He was subtly reminding Lin Sichun that Fan Xing was his wife, the mistress of this house.

Lin Sichun raised his eyebrows, and the raised corner of his mouth stiffened for a moment.

He smiled and said, "You're welcome. We've had a good time today, haven't we, Little Star?"

Just then, Fan Xing walked over with a cup of tea and the man threw the tea towards her.

Little Star?

They were already so familiar with each other?

Wen Yiyan's pupils shrank, as a faint, dangerous dark light flashed past his eyes.

Fan Xing could feel the low pressure around and secretly swallowed his saliva.

She gave two light coughs and barely managed to change the topic. "Come, let's drink some water first."

After she placed a cup of warm water in front of each of the two men, she wanted to sit at a place farthest from them. However, before she could even raise her leg, her waist suddenly tightened and Wen Yiyan pulled her to sit beside him.

Fan Xing laughed awkwardly, and started to find a topic to talk: "Have you eaten yet?"

Wen Yiyan swept a glance at Lin Sichun and said softly: "It's really bad to eat takeout."

Lin Sichun looked at him with disdain.

It was not obvious that a grown man would act so coquettishly, but as a man, he knew very clearly about Wen Yiyan's actions.

Fan Xing looked at her husband in disbelief, "You're letting your co-workers eat takeout?"

She had prepared a lot of raw materials at home, so he would casually cook and eat more than takeout.

Not only did he give the guests takeaway food, but he also ordered the dishes even though he despised takeaway food. He didn't even know how to value his own stomach.

Looking at her shocked expression, Wen Yiyan's heart was slightly angry.

When did he cook for anyone else but her?

However, in front of outsiders, he naturally would not reveal it, so he maintained his usual cold and indifferent expression.

He found an excuse and said, "Yes, there are a lot of things to say. There's no time to cook."

Fan Xing pursed his lips in disagreement.

But he also thought about Wen Yiyan's character.

Sometimes, when he was busy, he would forget to eat and sleep. Now, he at least knew how to order take-out food.

It could not be considered bullying the guests.

Wen Yiyan caressed the woman's messy hair and said gently: "Go wash some fruits, I want to eat them. Today, I talked for a whole day and my throat is a little dry."

Fan Xing immediately stood up and replied quickly: "Alright, I'll go right now."

She turned around and asked Lin Sichun, "Do you have any fruits that you want to eat? I'll go and see if there are any."

Wen Yiyan's face could not help but turn dark, and the dark light in his eyes grew even more intense.

Lin Sichun's smile became wider, and he said smiling: "I'm fine with anything, I won't pick."

The woman nodded and turned to head for the kitchen.

Lin Sichun acted as if he was trying to cause trouble, and asked Fan Xing's back: "You should not be asking, what fruits does Mr. Wen want to eat?"

Fan Xing didn't notice the deep meaning in his words, and said very naturally: "I know what he likes to eat, there's no need to ask."

She probably knew better than he did what her husband liked to eat.

Wen Yiyan's slightly darkened face instantly turned clear upon hearing her words.