This tingling sensation only came after the divorce.
Having a renowned Great Doctor give her, a humble wedding host, a foot massage and press on her acupoints – such a privilege emerged only post-divorce.
Bei Ran had an easygoing attitude, truly confirming the adage that a loss may turn out to be a blessing!
Bei Ran watched the man holding her tiny feet with his great palms, his hands large and robust with a thin layer of calluses, which oddly provided a reassuring sensation.
She had always liked this feeling.
Because as a child, she imagined that her father’s hands would be as described in books, bearing thin calluses.
If she were so fortunate as to sit upon her father’s shoulders, her tiny hands enveloped in his large ones, what would that be like?
The father who gave her life never showed up from beginning to end.
Gu Qingchen, to some extent, fulfilled some of Bei Ran’s fantasies in this regard. He was only six years her senior, the age difference not substantial.
But he was steady, mature, and restrained, and handled matters with a proficient ease.
Gu Qingchen, however, was gazing at her small feet, which were white and plump, especially the ten little toes that were so round and adorable.
She disliked applying things to her nails and fingers, preferring them in their natural semi-translucent color.
"Very comfortable..." Bei Ran answered candidly, "To be served by the great Doctor Gu, Bei Ran is thrice fortunate! But I really do need to get going!"
She put on her heels and then walked back to her seat.
At that time, Duan Feixun and Zheng Tong were already toasting at their table. Seeing Bei Ran return, Duan Feixun raised his glass and said, "Miss Bei, you’ve worked hard! You’ve been busy planning and hosting our wedding for several days. To this drink, cheers!"
Then, a waiter handed a glass of wine to Bei Ran, who calmly said, "I have to drive later, so I can’t drink!"
As she spoke, she then turned to Gu Qingchen behind her and said, "Great Doctor Gu, you wouldn’t mind giving me your cup of tea first, would you? I’ll drink tea in lieu of wine to bless today’s couple with a happy marriage! May they live together until the moment they no longer love each other!"
Gu Qingchen didn’t think too much about it; seeing that Bei Ran wanted his tea, he naturally handed it over to her.
Bei Ran received the tea cup from his hands, and then felt the warmth of the cup, as if the temperature of his fingertips remained on the surface of the cup.
In Zheng Tong’s hand, the wine glass was already empty.
Duan Feixun considerately grabbed another glass for her, "Wife, here!"
Zheng Tong took the red wine and gently swirled the glass, the red liquid slowly sliding down the sides.
While shaking the wine glass, Zheng Tong questioned Bei Ran with her eyes, asking if she knew Doctor Gu.
Meanwhile, Duan Feixun whispered by her ear, "Wife, when it comes to such gossip, your husband knows much more!"
Zheng Tong raised her glass, "Miss Bei, thank you very much!"
"You’re welcome!" Bei Ran joined the newlyweds in a toast.
She unapologetically drank the tea from Gu Qingchen’s cup, knowing that during their marriage, she would occasionally drink his tea.
Duan Feixun stretched his hand to pat Gu Qingchen’s shoulder, "Mr. Gu, let’s have a drink together!"
A woman proactively asking to drink from a man’s tea cup, in Lawyer Duan’s opinion, was a sign of complete trust in that man.
He had long said that Bei Ran had feelings for Gu Qingchen.
Gu Qingchen took the tea cup from Bei Ran’s hands, "I have an emergency at the hospital tonight, so no alcohol for me. I’ll drink tea instead of wine, but I wish you both marital bliss!"
Although Zheng Tong had drank some red wine, she was still very lucid, "It seems both of you tacitly agree not to drink alcohol, yet share the same tea cup, you two..."
At this moment, Bei Ran let them tease her as she simply responded with a faint smile.
For the rest of the banquet, Bei Ran delegated the arrangements and follow-ups to her colleagues, and she left the hotel to return home.
After sending her daughter, Little Fish, to her hobby class, Bei Ran was having morning tea with Tian Xin.
Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, Tian Xin asked, "Couldn’t sleep?"
"Yesterday at the wedding hosting, I ran into someone..." Bei Ran tried to speak in an indifferent tone.
Tian Xin believed he understood her well, "The old witch?"
"You guessed that too!" Bei Ran laughed bitterly.
Tian Xin picked a beef ball into his bowl and said, "How long have we known each other? Neither Tang San nor Gu Qingchen have caused you insomnia, who else could it be but the old witch? How did she treat you?"