From his words, it seemed that Feixun was out of the picture.
Thus, Sister Wu served another bowl to Zheng Tong: "Doctor Zheng, you should have some too..."
"This is too cruel!" Feixun looked at Bei Ran. "Do you have to be so stingy, only three bowls of soup?"
"Stingy, huh! Fine, give Tong’s bowl back!" Bei Ran huffed.
"Don’t..." Feixun immediately smiled, "My wife is a doctor, and she works very hard. Thank you, Miss Bei, for the soup..."
At this moment, Yang Junyi handed the soup in his bowl to Tian Xin, "You work with computers all day, here, you drink!"
Tian Xin looked at him and smiled: "Don’t be so polite, Ranran made this especially for the three Great Doctors, she would wage war with me if I drank it."
Tian Xin knew that Yang Junyi meant well, but he still wasn’t quite fitting into their circle.
So, Tian Xin added, "Drink without worries! Ranran will make another pot of soup!"
As expected, Sister Wu brought more soup, "This time it’s American ginseng black chicken soup, specifically for nourishing women, there’s a lot of it. Lawyer Duan, would you like some?"
Feixun collapsed onto the table, "This is torturing me, drinking this soup, is it like being Eastern Invincible and having to castrate myself with a knife!"
Bei Ran, Tian Xin, and Zheng Tong each served themselves a bowl of soup.
Tian Xin sipped and said, "Right, it’s meant to torture you! Who told you to not return home at night and to be ambiguous with your subordinate, you deserve it!"
Feixun decided not to engage in this topic.
It’s better to offend villains than to offend women!
Bei Ran also began to happily drink her soup, "This really tastes good. Tong, you can enjoy two bowls."
"I’m the happiest! I am both a woman and a doctor, my soup can both brighten eyes and nourish women!" Zheng Tong looked at them and smiled, "Ranran, knowing you really makes me feel so blessed!"
Tian Xin raised his bowl, "Let’s drink soup instead of wine, cheers!"
"Cheers!" Zheng Tong raised her bowl, clinking it together with Bei Ran and Tian Xin’s.
After the meal, Yang Junyi drove Tian Xin home.
Feixun carried Zheng Tong to his car, and after this meal, both hosts and guests departed happily their separate ways.
On the way back, seeing that Zheng Tong was in a good mood, Feixun started a conversation, "Tongtong, is your foot feeling better?"
"Much better!" Zheng Tong responded to him.
"That’s good!" He looked at her, "Make sure you are fully healed before going back to work!"
"Hmm..." Zheng Tong didn’t argue but simply gave a faint response.
At Fang Zimo’s house.
He drove Tang Yanran back to his place, then applied ice to her face. Seeing her still crying, he said, "Alright, it’s all past now; don’t cry! Don’t hang out with women like Qian Zhi Ling anymore."
Tang Yanran looked at him with a sense of fear.
She had always thought of Gu Qingchen as a distant and aloof man, unreachable. Whereas Fang Zimo was like an uncle-figure to whom she could confide her feelings.
But today, Fang Zimo’s actions frightened her.
She didn’t know Fang Zimo well, but clearly, this man was not only highly skilled in medicine but also a genius in pharmaceuticals.
She had cried herself to sleep when he brought her home.
When she felt the coolness on her face, she gradually woke up.
But she didn’t open her eyes.
After applying the ice to her face, Fang Zimo stayed squatting beside her, looking at her swollen half face with pity.
He couldn’t help but gently touch her, then bent down his head to her lips...
"What are you doing?" Tang Yanran immediately said coldly.
Fang Zimo was silent, what was he doing, was there a need to ask?
He wanted to kiss her, he wanted her to be his girlfriend, he hoped she would be his woman!
Tang Yanran, however, sat up, her guard fully up as she stared at him: "Fang Zimo, don’t touch me!"
"Without your permission, I wouldn’t touch you," Fang Zimo said softly.
The first time, she was drunk and mistook him for Gu Qingchen.
The second time, at Jiaoyang Club, she was surrounded by many men and had been drugged by her own doing; he gave her the antidote...
Tang Yanran nodded, "Alright then, it’s best we don’t meet again!"
After speaking, she glanced around the room, realized this was Fang Zimo’s home, and walked towards the door.
Just as her hand touched the doorknob, Fang Zimo called out to her: "Yanran..."
Tang Yanran stood with her back to him, not turning around.
At this moment, Fang Zimo walked up to her side, but she was somewhat afraid of this man, trembling slightly.