Makeover

Song Yihe wasn't doing much better on his end.

Ever since he had posted a photo of dinner in the group chat and caused a huge stir.

He Yajun had sent him several messages in a row.

He Yajun: [What's going on? Is your mom back?]

He Yajun: [Wait, that can't be right. Your mom's a pampered young lady herself. There's no way she'd cook for you. Did you hire an auntie?]

He Yajun: [That's not right either. What's there to show off about an auntie's cooking? Is something going on with you?]

Song Yihe looked at his three questions in a row and felt a headache coming on.

Song Yihe: [The little white rabbit at home made it.]

He Yajun: [What little white rabbit? Did it turn into a spirit?]

Song Yihe smiled and didn't reply again.

She really was a little white rabbit who had turned into a spirit~~

A little after five the next morning.

An Zhiwu was dreaming. In her dream, she was back in the village where she had lived as a child, ordering her big-goose underlings to clear the way for her. She looked magnificent.

Just as she was reveling in the feeling of being the big boss, a large wolfdog suddenly charged out from the roadside, sending her big-goose underlings scattering in fright.

Then came An Zhiheng's face, laughing at her. An Zhiwu was just about to strike back when a knock at the door woke her.

Still groggy, she opened the door.

Song Yihe was standing outside.

She suddenly remembered that she was living at Song Yihe's house now, and was instantly much more awake. "Dr. Song, what is it?"

Song Yihe glanced at An Zhiwu's cartoon pajamas, then lowered his head and accidentally caught sight of her round, pearly-white toes. He looked away awkwardly. "Time to get up and run."

An Zhiwu nodded dazedly. "Okay."

After Song Yihe left.

An Zhiwu brushed her teeth and washed up as quickly as she could.

Then she found a short-sleeved running outfit in the wardrobe, slipped on a sun-protection jacket, and went downstairs.

Song Yihe was already waiting for her on the first floor. An Zhiwu looked at his outfit: once again, he was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, shorts, and white sneakers.

Somehow, her eyes kept drifting to the hair on Song Yihe's legs.

She wondered whether an abstinent type of man like him ever lost control of himself.

Ahem... ahem.

Confucius said: no lewd thoughts.

The two of them went to Lakeside Park again.

Plenty of elderly men were already practicing qigong in the park.

There were also lots of aunties dancing with fans.

Song Yihe and An Zhiwu ran side by side. In the light of the morning sun, their shadows overlapped, and even their strides were in sync.

"Dr. Song, will someone come to fix the water pipe today?"

Song Yihe paused. Was she in such a hurry to move back?

"I contacted a repairman this morning, but it'll probably take some time to finish installing everything. The furniture needs replacing too, and the walls need repainting. Once they're painted, the smell and formaldehyde need time to clear out. I expect it'll be a while."

An Zhiwu was stunned by the entire plan.

Didn't they just need to replace a water pipe?

"Um, Dr. Song, won't replacing the pipe be enough? We can just put the furniture and things out in the sun."

Song Yihe slowed down to let her catch up. "The furniture was soaked, so it'll definitely grow mold, and so will the wallpaper. The walls definitely need repainting. Freshly painted walls need time for the fumes to dissipate. If you move in too hastily, it could trigger leukemia."

Leukemia?

An Zhiwu nearly stumbled.

She had better wait, then. Confucius said: your life comes first.

But when she thought about having to stay at Yihe Garden all that time, An Zhiwu felt a little embarrassed. "Dr. Song, I'll probably have to trouble you until the house is ready. Sorry about that."

Song Yihe gave a faint "Mm."

An Zhiwu didn't notice the curve of his lips.

An Zhiwu could now run five kilometers in one go.

After stretching, An Zhiwu extended an invitation to Song Yihe, who was beside her. "Dr. Song, how about I treat you to breakfast?"

Song Yihe had already planned to have breakfast with her, so naturally he didn't refuse. "Okay."

The two went to a Hong Kong-style café not far from Lakeside Park.

They ordered two bowls of wonton noodles and a bamboo steamer of dumplings.

An Zhiwu didn't eat like a lady at all, popping whole wontons into her mouth one after another. Nor did she have any notion of keeping quiet while eating or sleeping. As she ate, she chatted casually with Song Yihe. "Dr. Song, do you usually watch livestreams?"

Song Yihe's chopsticks paused. "No."

An Zhiwu figured a busy man like him probably didn't have much time to watch livestreams anyway.

But she still told him, "I'll be livestreaming on Y Cat at eight tonight. If you're not busy, would you like to come back for dinner? I can make a little extra."

When Song Yihe heard her take the initiative to ask him to come home early.

He felt a little happy.

All these years, people had paid attention only to his superb medical skills. No one had ever said anything like that to him.

But he kept his expression unchanged. "I'll see how things go. I'll try to come back early."

An Zhiwu didn't think much of it. After breakfast, the two of them started walking back.

That morning, Song Yihe went to work, and An Zhiwu had nothing to do at home.

So she decided to take a look around the house.

Besides the small balcony attached to her bedroom, the third floor also had a sunroom.

But because Song Yihe didn't tend to it, the sunroom was completely empty.

The sight left An Zhiwu clicking her tongue.

Rich people didn't necessarily know how to enjoy life either.

The way Song Yihe lived in this house was simply a waste of a gift from heaven.

She went downstairs and took a look at the garden outside the house.

An Zhiwu decided that, while she was living here, she would do everything she could to make the house look nicer.

She got to work right away.

First, she sent Song Yihe a WeChat message asking whether he minded if she redid the garden and planted a few things. After receiving the reply, "I don't mind. I'd be delighted."

An Zhiwu went to the tool room and took a sickle.

The garden outside was probably cleaned up by someone regularly.

Unlike Xia Qian's garden, which was overgrown with weeds.

Song Yihe's was noticeably cleaner, and a few camphor trees had been planted there, though it looked bare.

After removing the few weeds there were.

An Zhiwu loosened the soil in the garden.

She planned to divide the garden into two sections, one for flowers and the other for vegetables.

For now, she decided to plant flowers first.

An Zhiwu opened Pin Xixi and ordered a pile of flower seeds.

Thinking of the morning glory seeds she had bought, An Zhiwu decided she also needed to put up a trellis in the garden for the flowers to climb.

By the time she finished all that, mealtime had already passed.

An Zhiwu had worked all morning and was tired, so she didn't feel like cooking. She opened Meituan and ordered takeout.

Meanwhile, she received a message from Xia Qian, saying she would return to the country tomorrow.

She asked whether An Zhiwu had time to shoot at Yihe Garden tomorrow.

An Zhiwu immediately replied, "Sure."

With nothing to do that afternoon.

An Zhiwu decided to take a nap.

Before her nap, she opened Tomato Novels and found a novel to read.

The novel was called Catching a Great God Through Online Dating. It was about a girl who played an online game and then met someone from it in person.

As An Zhiwu read, she couldn't help breaking into an auntie smile.

Sweet romance always made people long for it.

But Song Yihe probably counted as a great god too, didn't he?

If there came a day, she thought she could write a novel called Meeting a Great God While Seeing a Doctor.