Attracted by Looks

Even after Tang Jingwen walked out of Yihe Garden, she still hadn't calmed down.

Yesterday, she had gone to the hospital to see Song Yihe, only for him to refuse her gift outright in front of a crowd. He hadn't even wanted her pastries.

Somehow, though, Song Yihe had ended up accepting the dessert.

That had made her a little happy. It seemed Song Yihe still cared for her.

She believed that, given time, Song Yihe would surely accept her.

So today, she had planned to come to Yihe Garden and see what was missing from Song Yihe's fridge so she could fill it. She never expected the photographer from last time to be at Yihe's home, eating the pastries she had made yesterday, no less.

Who did she think she was? What right did she have to stand by Yihe's side?

At the thought, Tang Jingwen couldn't help clenching her fists.

Song Yihe had spent the entire day operating.

When he got to the changing room and opened his locker, he found numerous missed calls from Tang Jingwen on his phone.

After a pause, Song Yihe ultimately decided not to call her back.

Some things really couldn't be put off any longer.

He hadn't been firm enough before, and that was why he had given her false hope.

He checked WeChat, but there were no messages from An Zhiwu.

Song Yihe felt a little disappointed. Why hadn't she asked whether he was coming home for dinner today?

By the time Song Yihe got home, it was nearly eight.

Contrary to what he had imagined, no delicious aromas were wafting from the kitchen.

An Zhiwu sat on the couch, pressing the remote absentmindedly and changing channels repeatedly.

She didn't even notice Song Yihe come home.

It wasn't until Song Yihe came closer that An Zhiwu noticed him.

"Um, Dr. Song, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Song Yihe sat down on one side of the couch. "What is it?"

An Zhiwu hesitated. "Ms. Tang Jingwen came by today. I think it really isn't very appropriate for the two of us, an unattached man and woman, to live together. Maybe I should move out. I can find another place to rent short-term."

Tang Jingwen had been here?

Song Yihe suddenly understood why there were so many missed calls on his phone.

"Tang Jingwen and I aren't in that kind of relationship."

"I know, and I believe you, but we aren't in that kind of relationship either, after all. With me living here, people are bound to misunderstand, and that doesn't reflect well on you."

Song Yihe turned his head and stared at her.

His stare made An Zhiwu a little nervous. "Wh-what is it?"

"You mean, since we aren't boyfriend and girlfriend, it's inappropriate for you to live here, right?"

An Zhiwu nodded.

"That's easy, then. Just be my girlfriend, and you can stay here with a clear conscience."

?? An Zhiwu didn't react for a moment.

By the time she did, Song Yihe had already sat down on the ottoman in front of her.

An Zhiwu thought, You don't have to make such a huge sacrifice for a mere tenant.

"Dr. Song, I think a relationship between a boyfriend and girlfriend should first be built on a foundation of mutual affection."

"You don't like me?"

Uh...

An Zhiwu hadn't expected him to ask so directly.

Confucius had said: women of the new era should dare to love and own it.

So An Zhiwu nodded. "I do."

Song Yihe smiled. "That works out perfectly. I like you quite a bit too."

I like you quite a bit too.

I like you quite a bit too.

I like you quite a bit too.

Those words left An Zhiwu's head spinning for three seconds.

Only then did she realize that Song Yihe was confessing to her??

Song Yihe was still looking at her with a burning gaze, and An Zhiwu's ears instantly turned red.

"Dr. Song, are you my boyfriend now, then?"

"Mm, yes, girlfriend."

Hehe~ Hehe~

Suddenly remembering that she hadn't made dinner yet, An Zhiwu hurried to her feet. "Then I'll go cook now."

Song Yihe put a hand on her arm. "Let's eat out today."

Sitting in Song Yihe's "Don't Touch Me,"

An Zhiwu couldn't help turning to ask the man in the driver's seat, "Dr. Song, when did you start liking me?"

Song Yihe drove steadily as he said, "I don't know either. I've never been in a relationship. I used to think love was something far removed from me, until one day I realized I was happy when you went for a run in the morning and disappointed when you didn't. I was happy to have you living in my home. That's when I thought I'd probably fallen for you."

An Zhiwu's heart tingled as she listened.

Then she heard Song Yihe ask, "What about you?"

An Zhiwu thought for a moment before answering, "As for me, I don't really know either. The first time I saw you, you were giving someone CPR in the emergency department lobby. You were so composed and calm then. I thought you must be a very dependable doctor. Later, I ran into you on my morning run, and you gave me pointers. I gradually came to like you."

After saying that, An Zhiwu glanced at Song Yihe. "Actually, there's another important reason: you're exactly my type."

Then she heard Song Yihe chuckle. "Me too."

"Huh? What do you mean, you too?"

"I was taken with your beauty too."

An Zhiwu's face turned red again.

So this was a story about two people attracted by each other's looks, each coveting the other?

Song Yihe took her to a Chinese restaurant for dinner.

Then he held her hand as they walked down the street, calling it a walk to help them digest.

Song Yihe's palm was very warm, unlike his cool, aloof appearance, and it had a thin layer of calluses.

An Zhiwu couldn't resist rubbing the calluses on his palm with her fingertips.

Song Yihe tightened his grip around her whole hand.

Song Yihe held her hand.

His thumb gently caressed the back of her hand. The young lady's hand was so soft~

As they walked, the two of them came to a shopping mall.

Song Yihe insisted on taking her inside, saying he wanted to buy her a little gift.

The mall's first floor had many counters selling jewelry, accessories, and cosmetics.

Song Yihe took her to a jewelry counter.

Seeing where they were headed, An Zhiwu kept shrinking back. "No, no, no, I'm not buying jewelry. It's too expensive. I don't want any."

Song Yihe glanced at her, a little puzzled. "I wasn't planning to buy you jewelry."

There was no social death worse than this.

"Then why did you bring me to a jewelry counter?"

"My mom had a bracelet custom-made here before she went abroad. I'm stopping by to pick it up today."

All right, then...

She'd overthought it...

Looking at her conflicted, puffed-up expression, Song Yihe couldn't help laughing. He rubbed her head. "Silly girl, I'm teasing you. I really am picking up a bracelet for my mom, and I really am buying you a gift too."

An Zhiwu glared at him.

This black-bellied man!

When they reached the counter, a sales assistant greeted them enthusiastically. "Dr. Song, are you here to pick up Ms. Zhang's bracelet?"

Song Yihe nodded. "Is it ready?"

The assistant took a jewelry box out of the safe. "It's ready. We were just waiting for you to come pick it up."