Childhood Sweethearts

As usual, An Zhiwu soaked her feet. While she was at it, she ordered some Chinese herbal foot soak packets online.

She slept well that night.

At six the next morning, An Zhiwu went to Lakeside Park for her run as usual.

Before running, she bought a bottle of lightly salted water at the convenience store downstairs.

Throughout the run,

An Zhiwu wondered whether she would run into Song Yihe again today.

But by the time she finished her five kilometers, she still hadn't seen him.

He'd had a compensatory day off last time. He was probably busy most days and didn't come running.

Heh~~ An Zhiwu, what on earth are you thinking?

Just because he's handsome and your attending physician, you can't get him out of your mind?

An Zhiwu shook her head, casting aside the strange thoughts in her mind.

When she got home, An Zhiwu took a shower, then turned on her computer and started editing photos.

She hadn't planned to livestream that day, so she kept editing until after one in the afternoon.

At last, she finished editing the photos and the video.

An Zhiwu packaged them up and sent them to Xia Qian.

Half an hour later, Xia Qian replied to her on WeChat: [Amazing! I want to work with you long-term from now on!]

An Zhiwu: [OK]

She had been eating and exercising regularly these past few days.

An Zhiwu's stomach was much better, and her bowel movements were normal too. She had successfully found the capsule in her poop that morning.

She figured there was nothing else to do today.

So she went to the kitchen, boiled herself a bowl of dumplings, and ate them slowly.

Over the next few days, apart from livestreaming once every two days,

An Zhiwu stuck to her routine of running in the morning and soaking her feet at night.

Xia Qian had told An Zhiwu she was going abroad to sell goods over the next few days.

So An Zhiwu didn't do any other part-time work.

Feeling that her life had been going well lately, she wasn't considering taking on any new part-time jobs for the time being.

At first, it had taken her an hour to run five kilometers. Now she only needed forty minutes.

The change made her a little happy.

But over the past few days, she hadn't run into Song Yihe on any of her morning runs.

Somehow,

she still felt a tiny bit disappointed.

Perhaps it was because Song Yihe had accompanied her on her first morning run.

Three or four days passed like that.

One afternoon, not long after An Zhiwu had eaten, she received a call from Xia Qian.

Xia Qian said, "Zhiwu, are you free today? I'm back from abroad! I brought back lots of clothes. Can you come help me take photos?"

An Zhiwu said, "Sure, I'll come right over."

Xia Qian said, "Then I'll wait for you at home."

An Zhiwu said, "Okay."

After hanging up, An Zhiwu packed her camera in her bag, went out, and hailed a taxi.

When An Zhiwu arrived at Xia Qian's home,

she found another woman there, looking about twenty-five or twenty-six.

She was impeccably dressed, carrying a designer handbag and wearing high heels, with delicate, refined features.

In today's popular slang, she gave off an air of luxury from head to toe.

Compared with her, even Xia Qian beside her became a mere backdrop.

Xia Qian was talking to the woman. When she saw An Zhiwu arrive, she immediately greeted her. "Zhiwu, you're here! Come sit down."

An Zhiwu changed into slippers, went inside, and put down her backpack. She asked Xia Qian, "Are there two models today?"

Xia Qian paused, then realized what she meant and explained, "No, she's a client of mine. I bought her a few of the latest accessories on my trip abroad, and she's here to pick them up."

An Zhiwu nodded. "Okay, I'll let you two get on with it."

Then Xia Qian introduced An Zhiwu to the woman. "Jingwen, this is An Zhiwu, my personal photographer."

The woman called Jingwen glanced at An Zhiwu and nodded.

She clearly had no intention of saying hello.

A little embarrassed, Xia Qian quickly changed the subject. "Jingwen, the accessories you wanted are all here. Take a look."

The woman examined them carefully one by one. At last, a smile appeared on her face. "That's right. I'll send you the rest of the money."

"Okay. If you want anything else bought for you next time, remember to come to me~ I guarantee you a good price. But you didn't have to come pick them up yourself. I could have mailed them to you like before."

"I happened to be coming over this way to see Yihe today, so I stopped by."

At the mention of that name, the woman's previously icy expression changed, and a smile spread across her face without her realizing it.

An Zhiwu had been fiddling with her camera.

Hearing this, she looked up at them.

Yihe? Was it Song Yihe?

Xia Qian played along and exclaimed, "Wow, when will I get to eat your wedding candy?"

The woman smiled but said nothing.

A little while later, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Xia Qian said, going to open the door.

Two seconds later, she turned and called into the house, "Jingwen, someone's here for you."

An Zhiwu looked toward the door at the sound of Xia Qian's voice.

Song Yihe stood outside the door, dressed in a clean, sharp casual outfit.

He was also slightly taken aback when he saw An Zhiwu.

Tang Jingwen had already walked to the door. Seeing Song Yihe looking inside, she smiled and asked, "Yihe, what are you looking at?"

"I saw one of my patients."

Tang Jingwen and Xia Qian both turned to look at An Zhiwu.

An Zhiwu couldn't keep pretending not to notice now. She walked over to the front door and greeted him. "Doctor Song, what a coincidence. Do you live in this residential complex too?"

Song Yihe nodded and said, "Mm. What are you doing here?"

An Zhiwu pointed at the camera on the table. "Didn't I tell you last time that I quit my job? I can't just stay idle all the time, so I come over now and then to do some part-time work, taking photos for people and things like that."

Song Yihe glanced around the room and had a rough idea of what her job was. "Mm, go home early."

"Okay, Doctor Song."

After that, Song Yihe left with Tang Jingwen.

An Zhiwu distinctly noticed the woman give her an assessing look.

Once they had walked out of the courtyard,

Xia Qian leaned over and looked at An Zhiwu. "Zhiwu, are you and Doctor Song close?"

An Zhiwu shook her head. "My stomach was bothering me last time, and he was the doctor who treated me."

"Oh," Xia Qian said. "Doctor Song really does care about his patients."

An Zhiwu said, "Mm," then asked, pretending not to care, "Xiaxia, is that client of yours Doctor Song's girlfriend?"

"Probably. Every time she comes to buy something from me, Doctor Song comes to pick her up. And whenever she chats with me, two out of every three sentences are about him. From what she's said, she and Doctor Song seem to be childhood sweethearts. I think they're both from high-ranking official families and grew up in the same compound. And I think their families are in business too, or something like that. I'm not really sure of the details. But she's one of my big clients. Every year, she asks me to buy at least this much for her." Xia Qian held up two fingers.

"Two hundred thousand?"

Xia Qian shook her head.

"Two million?"

"Congratulations, you got it right! She's one of my big clients, but a family like hers would look down on a blogger like me~"

All right, even An Zhiwu was shocked by that figure.

Childhood sweethearts, and both of them were wealthy.

They really did seem well suited to each other~