The Good Wife and Loving Mother Type

An Zhiwu thought this nurse was definitely missing a few screws.

Was it really appropriate for a nurse in an oncology ward to say something like that?

Who would want to be admitted to an oncology ward?!

Then she remembered what Song Yihe had said at the start about it becoming cancerous.

Although he had later explained that it was highly unlikely,

An Zhiwu still felt a little apprehensive.

She immediately handed the chocolate back to the nurse. "No, I have professional ethics. I don't think having you and Dr. Song in the same shot would do the promotional video any good."

The young nurse's face flushed bright red. "Y-you, how can you talk like that?!"

"I'm just telling the truth. As a media professional, I have my own professional ethics. I won't compromise my professional standards because of any relationship."

With that, she ignored the young nurse and headed straight for the elevator.

The young nurse at the nurses' station watched her leave and stamped her foot angrily. "That photographer is so annoying!"

Another young nurse beside her, who hadn't spoken up earlier, tugged at her. "Meimei, it's one thing when you don't watch what you say around us, but how come you don't watch your mouth with patients either? What was that you just said? What do you mean, you'd save her the best hospital bed? Who says that to someone? Who wants to sleep in a hospital bed?"

The nurse called Meimei also realized that what she had said was inappropriate. "Didn't she come to see Dr. Song last time because she was sick? I thought she might need one..."

"Sigh, think before you speak from now on. You can't blame that photographer for getting angry."

"I didn't mean to..."

After leaving the inpatient building, An Zhiwu went to familiarize herself with the other buildings.

Once she had a good enough look around, she returned to the lobby to meet up with Wang Wenbo and the others.

After everyone had gathered, Wang Wenbo

led them to a van for the trip back to Lufeng.

Since An Zhiwu lived close to Zhikang,

she decided to take a taxi home on her own.

She had barely settled in at home when she received a voice call from Shen Songqing.

Shen Songqing: "I just got off the plane. I'm back in the country, hahaha~ Did you miss me?"

Shen Songqing: "Come on, let's go out for dinner!"

An Zhiwu: "Why did you suddenly decide to come back?"

Shen Songqing: "I bought my ticket a few days ago. Mainly, the handsome guys abroad aren't as good-looking as the ones back home, so I came back. From now on, I'll focus my livestreams on attractions here in China."

When you've got money, you can do whatever you want~~~

An Zhiwu: "Okay. I don't have a car, so I won't come pick you up. I'll just wait for you at the restaurant?"

Shen Songqing: "OK, OK, I've already booked a table. I'll send you the location."

After hanging up,

An Zhiwu received the location from Shen Songqing. It was a bullfrog restaurant.

It wasn't very far from her little apartment.

So An Zhiwu, who had only just gotten home, freshened up and went out again.

By the time An Zhiwu arrived at the restaurant, Shen Songqing was already there.

They hadn't seen each other for several months. Shen Songqing was a little tanner than before, and in her sleeveless top and hot pants, she looked exceptionally lively.

"Come on, An Zhu. For the sake of your stomach, I didn't order the spicy bullfrog today. I ordered the salt-and-pepper bullfrog instead. Take a look and see what else you want to eat."

They used to come to this restaurant often. The bullfrogs were big and had a nice, firm bite.

There wasn't much the two of them couldn't eat. Whether it was bullfrog, grilled kidneys, fried cicadas, roasted rabbit, or even bull penis soup, they could both eat it with relish.

An Zhiwu sat down across from Shen Songqing and ordered sour soup with sliced beef, braised chicken feet, and a vegetable salad.

The service at the restaurant was excellent. Once the two of them had ordered, they were served a fruit platter.

An Zhiwu speared a piece of cantaloupe with a toothpick and ate it leisurely.

Looking at her friend across the table, Shen Songqing couldn't help speaking up with envy. "Why is it that after one summer I look like an African, while you've gotten fairer and fairer?"

An Zhiwu had the kind of skin that turned red after a little sun. Unlike other people, though, she didn't turn dark after the redness faded; her skin still became very fair.

"I was born so beautiful, I can hardly help it!"

Shen Songqing nodded and found another way to take her down a peg. "What a shame, such a pretty girl is an old V!"

"I'm only twenty-three, okay?"

Shen Songqing shot back, "Is twenty-three all that young?"

An Zhiwu had no answer...

Before long, the dry-pot salt-and-pepper bullfrog arrived, a huge basin filled to the brim.

As Shen Songqing ate the bullfrog, she asked An Zhiwu, "By the way, how's that shoot I referred you for coming along? Did you contact Wang Wenbo?"

"I did. I even went to scout the location with him this afternoon."

An Zhiwu then remembered Wang Wenbo calling her Qingqing. "That ex-ex-ex-ex-boyfriend of yours, are you planning to rekindle the old flame?"

Shen Songqing stared at her in horror. "How is that possible? Do I look like I'd go back to grazing on old grass?"

"But when he mentioned you to me, he called you Qingqing~"

Shen Songqing gave her a look that said she was making a fuss over nothing. "What's wrong with that? Isn't that just an everyday term?"

An Zhiwu fell silent...

Is that an everyday term? Fine, I guess I've been living under a rock~

Shen Songqing then decided to rescue her. "An Zhu, how about I introduce you to a boyfriend?"

"What boyfriend?"

"He's a returnee from overseas. I met him on my last trip to Country T. As for his looks, he's okay, and he's pretty rich. I'll show you a picture."

With that, she took out her phone and showed An Zhiwu the photo.

An Zhiwu leaned over for a look. The man in the photo had somewhat dark skin and hair slicked straight back, with hair wax visible in it. Because he was wearing sunglasses, it was hard to make out his features, but overall he looked like an elite professional.

For some reason, An Zhiwu thought of Song Yihe and compared the man to him.

Song Yihe seemed quite fair-skinned too. He wasn't as fair as she was, but he definitely wasn't dark.

And Song Yihe didn't use hair wax. Every strand of his hair was distinct, and he looked fresh and neat.

So An Zhiwu refused decisively. "No."

Shen Songqing had expected that answer. She spoke to An Zhiwu earnestly: "An Zhu, it's not that I want to lecture you, but you're already twenty-three. Once a woman passes twenty-five, it gets hard to find a partner. All the high-quality men will surely have been picked by someone else. By the time you're twenty-seven or twenty-eight, you'll have no choice but to go on blind dates."

An Zhiwu glanced at her. "Aren't you twenty-three too?"

"Can you compare yourself to me? I'm not getting married until I'm at least thirty-five. I have money! If it really comes down to it, I can still keep a twenty-year-old little fresh meat when I'm forty. But you're different. One look at you and anyone can tell you're the good wife and loving mother type~ Tell me what kind of man you like, and I'll keep an eye out for you next time."

An Zhiwu had no idea what it was about her that had led Shen Songqing to mistake her for a "good wife and loving mother."