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“What? My wife went to find you?” Mr. Wang asked in sudden alarm.

“She claimed to be your wife,” Qin Wan’er replied, startled by the sudden rise in Mr. Wang’s voice.

Her voice lacked confidence because she didn’t know what was on Mr. Wang’s mind.

“You didn’t say anything out of line, did you?” Mr. Wang asked somewhat annoyed, feeling very anxious inside.

In fact, his current position was in large part thanks to his wife’s connections, so he was quite henpecked.

But his wife had always been open-minded and didn’t meddle in his affairs much, as long as he didn’t cross her bottom line.

He could play the field a bit, but it should not be taken too seriously.

He had always maintained this attitude, but he didn’t understand why his wife would come to the office this time.

“I didn’t say anything,” Qin Wan’er replied, feeling even more aggrieved at his tone of blame.

“That’s good. I’ve always told you to keep a low profile, not to be so ostentatious. I’ve always been responsive to your requests, so just bear with it and don’t cause trouble,” Mr. Wang said, trying not to be too harsh.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Upon hearing this, Qin Wan’er felt a surge of frustration inside. All those sweet nothings he’d said before, about how he would marry her, were just to appease her, not sincere.

Her temper flared, and she hung up the phone abruptly.

What a spineless man.

Qin Wan’er was seething with rage.

….

Gu Huanhuan returned home, but Wen Chi hadn’t yet. She was puzzled—why was he so late today? He usually would have returned by this hour, and she hadn’t received a call from him about working late either.

She guessed something must have delayed him, so she decided to wait a bit longer.

But that wait lasted until after 10 p.m. Little Xiaobao had already fallen asleep. Gu Huanhuan had called twice earlier, but no one had answered. She was genuinely worried—could something have happened to him?

Just as she was letting her thoughts run wild, Wen Chi came back. His hair was somewhat disheveled, and he looked utterly exhausted, wearing a look of weariness.

“You’re back?” Gu Huanhuan noted something off about him.

“Hmm, there was a bit of an issue today,” Wen Chi said, his voice low, his entire demeanour one of utter fatigue.

Gu Huanhuan heated up the dinner and then brought it out for him to eat.

Wen Chi was in low spirits, and Gu Huanhuan, having never seen him like this, couldn’t help feeling worried.

She sat across from Wen Chi and asked, “What happened today?”

“Oh, it’s nothing,” Wen Chi obviously didn’t want to talk about it.

“Wen Chi, we’re husband and wife. We should be honest with each other about our problems and face them together,” Gu Huanhuan gently said.

“Huanhuan, what if I can’t be a doctor anymore? What should we do?” Wen Chi suddenly blurted out this question, looking directly at Gu Huanhuan with a sorrowful gaze.

Upon hearing this, Gu Huanhuan was stunned for a moment, realizing that there indeed had been a serious issue.

However, to comfort him, Gu Huanhuan forced a relaxed tone and said, “What’s the big deal? I’ll support you then.”

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to rely on you for support from now on,” Wen Chi said with slight tightness in his lips, followed by a bitter smile.

“Talk about it. It’ll make you feel better,” Gu Huanhuan said, reaching out to hold his hand.

“There was a medical accident today, a woman suffered postpartum hemorrhaging and we couldn’t save her,” Wen Chi said, and then covered his face with one hand.