After her dramatic cousin stopped acting up, the aloof doctor got anxious.

When it comes to acting, everyone knows a few tricks.

The two were chatting happily when sunlight streamed in through the window, falling directly on Shen Ruo's face and making her smile beautiful and charming.

Wei Jing looked at her and smiled, then smiled back, his black shirt collar wide open, revealing his alluring collarbone.

This scene was witnessed by another person.

Qi Wenshen stood at the exit of the food pick-up area with his tray in hand, squinting as he glanced between Wei Jing and Shen Ruo.

He performed two surgeries this morning and just came down.

Shen Ruo was smiling.

She smiled at Wei Jing.

Wei Jing was also smiling.

He laughed like a fox that had just stolen a chicken.

Qi Wenshen pursed his lips and walked in that direction.

Shen Ruo caught a glimpse of a tall figure approaching out of the corner of her eye.

Looking up, she met Qi Wenshen's downcast gaze.

"cousin."

Qi Wenshen hummed in agreement.

He sat down in the empty seat to Shen Ruo's right.

Wei Jing leaned back, tilted his head to look at Qi Wenshen, and said in a deliberately provocative tone, "Oh, Dr. Qi, why are you only arriving now? Shen Ruo and I have almost finished eating."

Qi Wenshen ignored him, slowly arranged his rice and dishes, and glanced at Wei Jing.

I'll give you three seconds to get out of here.

Wei Jing understood.

He raised his neck, but refused.

Qi Wenshen's brow began to throb.

Shen Ruo wasn't stupid; she could see clearly the undercurrents between the two men.

But the question is, what does this have to do with her?

She was just having lunch, what did she do to deserve this?

Qi Wenshen had just taken a few bites of his meal.

Another person arrived.

"Shen Ruo, you're here."

Zhou Lan, carrying the tray, first saw Shen Ruo and smiled, then saw Qi Wenshen, and her smile instantly became even sweeter.

She glanced across at him and saw Wei Jing. Her smile returned to normal, but now it held a hint of disdain.

Wei Jing: "??"

What kind of look is that?

Why is it so lively today?

"Shen Ruo, could you move over a little? I'll sit next to you."

Zhou Lan nudged Shen Ruo gently with her elbow and said in a low voice.

She pointed with her chin between Shen Ruo and Qi Wenshen.

Shen Ruo understood instantly.

She understood it all too well; she had seen this kind of scheming countless times when she was in school.

Pretending to sit next to her best friend, she actually wanted to sit next to her crush.

"Okay."

Shen Ruo picked up her plate, preparing to move to a different spot.

"Don't move."

Qi Wenshen suddenly spoke.

Shen Ruo dared not move.

She turned to look at Qi Wenshen, who was eating with his head down and didn't even glance at her.

But she had a strong intuition.

At this moment, the man was already in a bad mood. If she made another move, he might have to take a taxi home by himself tonight.

She didn't want to make herself unhappy.

It will only make others unhappy.

Shen Ruo smiled apologetically at Zhou Lan, "Um, Zhou Lan, I'm sorry, my cousin told me not to move."

Zhou Lan's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

"Alright."

Zhou Lan didn't say anything, but took her tray and sat down on the other side of Shen Ruo.

This is our current location.

From left to right, they are Zhou Lan, Shen Ruo, and Qi Wenshen.

The person opposite him is Wei Jing.

All four corners are complete, each harboring its own thoughts.

Only Shen Ruo really wanted to have lunch.

Zhou Lan had just picked up her chopsticks and hadn't even had a chance to speak to Qi Wenshen when a tall figure turned in from the cafeteria entrance.

"Hey, everyone's here! It's no fun sitting alone, let's squeeze in and eat together."

It's Zhou Ke.

When he said this, his eyes were on Shen Ruo, but his peripheral vision kept glancing at his sister.

Zhou Ke frantically tried to signal to Zhou Lan with his eyes.

Make room for me.

Zhou Lan rolled her eyes at her brother.

dream.

Zhou Ke's smile remained unchanged, but the murderous intent in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

He continued to engage in a silent, intense negotiation with his sister through his eyes.

Zhou Ke: Are you out of your mind? Get out of the way.

Zhou Lan: Don't you have legs? Can't you find somewhere else to sit?

Zhou Ke: I need to sit next to her to chat, you're blocking my way.

Zhou Lan: I don't care, I'm quite comfortable sitting here.

Zhou Ke: Believe it or not, I'll dump this rice plate on your head.

Zhou Lan retorted: You try deducting one.

If they weren't in a public place like a hospital cafeteria, the brother and sister might have already started fighting.

Just then, Shen Ruo's phone rang.

She looked down and her heart skipped a beat.

The screen displayed three words: Shen Guoliang.

The original owner's father.

This is the first time her original parents have called her via video call since she transmigrated so many days ago.

Previously, all the messages were text messages, and she managed to get by with difficulty, relying on the fragments of the original owner's remaining memories, and rambling on and on to get through it.

But videos are different. Videos require you to see your face, say a lot of things, have a natural expression, and use an intimate tone.

Shen Ruo steadied herself and pressed the answer button.

Two familiar yet unfamiliar faces squeezed into the frame.

A couple in their fifties, with their living room in the background.

Her mother sat on the sofa, wearing a floral short-sleeved shirt and with her hair permed into small curls.

Her dad held up his phone, and the two of them were very close together.

"Ruoruo, my darling daughter, oh my goodness, let Mom see, have you lost weight?"

Shen's mother's voice was full of longing.

Shen Ruo looked at the face on the screen; it resembled her mother in her memory, yet it was also different.

I don't know why, but my nose suddenly felt sore.

She was homesick.

It wasn't the original owner's home; it was her own home.

That home in the real world.

Shen Ruo blinked hard, forcing back her tears, and smiled at the camera.

She pinched her cheek and held the phone away from her face. "Mom, I'm not thin. I've gained two pounds. Look, my skin is so fair and tender."

Shen's mother stared at the screen for two seconds, her eyes reddening slightly. "She looks good, not tanned, and hasn't lost weight."

Mr. Shen also said, "Ruoruo, are you getting used to your aunt's house? Are you enjoying the food? I know your aunt well; she's a great cook. You should help with the chores; you can't just wait to be fed like you do at home."

Shen Ruo felt ashamed; she hadn't been able to help at all.

She nodded obediently, "I know."

Shen's mother suddenly interjected, "Wen Shen, he's in the same hospital as you now, right? What's he like? Is he good to you?"

"It's really great. My cousin drives me to and from get off work every day, rain or shine. He's even closer to me than a biological brother."

To increase her persuasiveness, she turned her phone camera and pointed it at Qi Wenshen, who was eating next to her.

Shen Ruo called out, "Cousin, say hello to my parents."

Qi Wenshen paused for a moment.

He turned his head to look in Shen Ruo's direction, the camera pointed directly at his face.

He didn't frown or show any impatience; he simply nodded slightly. "Uncle, Aunt."

Qi Wenshen's voice is naturally pleasant, and when he speaks, he exudes a reassuring sense of composure.

Mr. and Mrs. Shen could hear it clearly from the other end of the camera.

"Oh my, is this Wen Shen? You've grown so much! I remember how short you were last time I saw you. Now you're so tall and handsome. Do you have a boyfriend yet?"