"With the identity of a senior? As far as I know, you and Xiao Xi had only a brief encounter in the United States. I don’t need outsiders thanking me for taking care of my own wife."
Song Yan silently laughed, raised his head, and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp: "Please, Mr. Lu."
Han Xi’s small hand tugged at the corner of Lu Jinghan’s clothes under the table, signaling him to give face to his senior.
Lu Jinghan certainly didn’t want his little wife to be embarrassed, so reluctantly drank the wine in his hand.
After that, the atmosphere at the dinner table was quite harmonious, and Han Xi occasionally talked about her studying in the United States.
After dinner, Song Yan said that he had drunk wine and found it inconvenient to drive, so he would stay here for one night.
Han Xi looked at Song Yan dazedly, not knowing how to respond in a way that would please him.
"I can have a driver take you back. Forget about staying here."
Lu Jinghan stood beside Han Xi with one hand in his pocket, his deep black eyes revealing no emotions.
Song Yan put his clenched fist to his mouth and coughed lightly: "Xiao Xi, then I’ll be off. See you tomorrow."
Han Xi smiled and nodded, "Alright, senior, be careful on the road."
After seeing Song Yan off, Han Xi went upstairs, took a shower, and lay on the bed, drifting into a hazy sleep.
Once he saw she was asleep, Lu Jinghan got up, walked to the balcony, closed the balcony door, and made a phone call to Feng Yi.
The next morning, Han Xi was awakened by the alarm clock. Lu Jinghan stood by the bedside table, fastening the strap on his wristwatch: "Good morning, my wife."
Han Xi shifted herself closer to the edge of the bed, her soft body leaning against Lu Jinghan: "Today is Grandpa’s birthday banquet. I’ll try to swap shifts with another doctor to finalize the early shift."
"Alright, hurry up and get out of bed."
Han Xi pulled off the blanket and got out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom to freshen up.
After getting ready and dressed in the bathroom, Han Xi and Lu Jinghan went downstairs together.
After breakfast, Lu Jinghan drove Han Xi to the hospital before heading to the company.
Inside the CEO’s office, Feng Yi sat cross-legged on the sofa, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth: "I’ve already had someone suppress the news. There’s no way Little Sister-in-law is involved with that Yan Xiao. These entertainment paparazzi deserve to be taught a lesson. Do you want me to find someone to teach them a good one?"
Lu Jinghan stared at the news on his phone, his deep eyes harboring a bone-chilling coldness.
"Don’t let any of the reporters present yesterday off. Have them write a public apology to Xiao Xi."
"Rest assured, it’ll be done smoothly."
Lu Jinghan was genuinely worried about Han Xi, so he picked up the coat on the chair back and headed out: "I’m going to the hospital to see Han Xi."
Feng Yi leaned over and extinguished his cigarette butt in the ashtray, closely following him out of the office.
In the hospital, Han Xi changed into her hospital attire and was ready to do her rounds. Outside the room of the little girl who had surgery yesterday, a crowd gathered noisily.
The nurses went forward to stop them but couldn’t fend them off due to their numbers.
Han Xi frowned and jogged over: "What are you doing? This is a hospital, it requires peace and quiet. Your clamoring will affect the patients’ rest."
One of the girls, seemingly seventeen or eighteen, glared at Han Xi disdainfully: "What’s the hospital got to do with it? That shameless vixen inside seduced my husband, and I’m here to settle accounts. Are you going to stop me?" ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵※𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮※𝓷𝓮𝓽
Han Xi was somewhat taken aback, seeing the girl appeared to be underage. How did she have a husband already?
"How old are you to already have a husband?"
"None of your damn business. Yan Xiao is my husband. That shameless one inside wants to steal my man; watch me beat her half to death."
The girl shouted loudly, regardless of the whispers from onlookers. She carried herself with shamelessness, unafraid of losing face.