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

"There's nothing in particular I want to eat."

Nothing tastes good anymore.

……

After returning to her room, Shen Ruo lay on the bed.

"It's unfair, it's unfair, it's unfair."

The pillow was smashed and deformed.

"You author, you piece of trash."

"The female lead is given a high-end package, while the cannon fodder receives a death notice."

"Qi Wenshen, you bastard, why are you the male lead?"

As she continued her rant, her voice trailed off.

Qi Wenshen was unaware that she was cannon fodder.

He had no idea how much she wanted to stay.

She turned over and looked at the ceiling.

What if he didn't abuse her?

What if the plot could be changed?

Why doesn't she take a gamble?

She sat up abruptly, her eyes shining, as if she had made up her mind.

bet.

Even cannon fodder have to gamble.

At worst, when we're being tortured, we'll all perish together.

Shen Ruo stood in front of the full-length mirror as if possessed.

She stared at her face in the mirror: large, almond-shaped eyes, a delicate nose, rosy lips, and skin so tender it looked like it could be pinched to release moisture.

Yes, she is indeed beautiful; she has the kind of sweet looks that make straight men unable to look away.

Shen Ruo encouraged herself, "Don't panic, let me think, what advantages do I have to win over Qi Wenshen?"

She tilted her head and thought for a moment.

face.

Needless to say, the original book described her as stunningly beautiful. Although she thought she was at most a pretty girl, in Qi Wenshen's icy aesthetic system, she would probably get an 80 out of 100.

figure.

She looked down at herself, then turned to glance at her curves. Hmm, she had a bust, a waist, and a butt—hot and definitely in top shape.

sound.

She deliberately cleared her throat and said in a sweet, coquettish voice, "Cousin..."

Oh my god!

I got goosebumps.

Okay, I'll keep that.

character.

Now she's sweet-talking and can act coquettishly, and occasionally does silly things. Most importantly, she can give up easily. In this day and age, who doesn't like a beautiful and serene girl?

The more Shen Ruoshuo thought about it, the more excited he became, so he simply started practicing in front of the mirror.

She pouted, making a pitiful expression, her eyes darting upwards with a watery look. "Cousin, my lipstick is crooked, can you help me wipe it off..."

No, that's too much. A shrewd person like Qi Wenshen would see right through it.

She shifted her posture, clasped her hands in front of her, bowed slightly, then looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Cousin, thank you for driving me to and from get off work every day..."

It's too deliberate, like acting in an idol drama.

She then tried turning to the side, one hand on her hip, tilting her head slightly, and revealing a bright smile, "Cousin, everyone says I have a sweet tongue, do you want to try it?"

Good heavens, such a deep color, just like the original owner's love-struck mind.

After struggling for more than ten minutes, Shen Ruo tried all sorts of positions.

The hair flip, the lip-biting head tilt, the innocent blink...

Each one made her so embarrassed she wanted to dig her toes into the ground.

Finally, exhausted, she slumped her shoulders, threw up her hands, and gave up completely.

She rolled her eyes at her reflection in the mirror. "Whatever, I'm not putting up with this anymore. I'm not chasing after anyone. What's the point of chasing? Dating is less important than sleeping together. Whether Qi Wenshen likes me or not, I've already been given a second chance at life. I'll live one day at a time. Why should I make things complicated for myself?"

With that, she flopped onto the bed, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled incoherently, "I have to go to work tomorrow, I should just sleep."

Unbeknownst to her, while she was striking poses in front of the mirror, the door wasn't closed properly, leaving a finger-width gap.

Qi Wenshen had just come out of the study, intending to go to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As he passed Shen Ruo's room, he stopped and his eyes involuntarily peeked through the crack in the door.

Then he saw a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

The petite woman stood in front of the mirror, striking various poses with expressions so rich they resembled a meme generator.

He couldn't hear what she was saying to the mirror, but judging from the shape of her mouth, it was probably some kind of flirting rehearsal.

The key point is that, while she was acting, she would sometimes get so embarrassed by her own performance that she would stomp her feet in frustration.

Qi Wenshen leaned against the wall, unable to suppress the smile on his lips.

This was the first time he had ever seen Shen Ruo so vibrant, so adorable, and so utterly chaotic.

She seems unaware of how beautiful she is.

Those awkward, deliberate poses that she disliked, each one made his heart tremble in his eyes.

Especially after she was exhausted from all that fussing, her shoulders slumped, and she looked completely deflated. She rolled her eyes at the mirror, then collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the pillow, her legs dangling up and swinging back and forth.

So cute it's unfair.

Qi Wenshen stood there for a full half minute before forcing himself to turn around and leave.

He returned to his room and chuckled softly.

What a silly little thing.

Shen Ruo was buttoning her nurse's uniform in front of the mirror and was about to put on her mask.

Zhou Lan slipped in and saw the blemish on her lips, then grabbed her hand.

Zhou Lan leaned closer to look. "What happened to your mouth? Did a dog chew it?"

Shen Ruo subconsciously pursed her lips: "Is it that obvious?"

Zhou Lan chuckled, her expression mischievous. "Tell me, was it because your boyfriend kissed you so hard?"

Shen Ru rolled her eyes, and while putting on her mask, she said irritably, "I'd like to, but unfortunately I can't."

Zhou Lan gave an "oh" sound, drawing out the last syllable, clearly not believing it.

Shen Ruo was too lazy to explain. She couldn't very well say that it was because the hot food of hers was splashed with oil, could she?

That would be so embarrassing.

How can a grown adult burn herself while heating up food? If word gets out, how will she ever face anyone again?

She put on her mask, covering her lips.

The two came out of the changing room and walked towards the nurses' station.

At the corner of the corridor, Qi Wenshen walked over from the other end, holding a medical record in his hand, his whole demeanor aloof and cold.

Zhou Lan is such a fangirl, so handsome.

……

Qi Wenshen saw Zhou Ke.

Suddenly, she remembered that Shen Ruo had gone out to eat with Zhou Lan that day and said that Zhou Ke had suspended Zhou Lan's credit card, which resulted in her paying the bill in the end.

He didn't pay attention at the time, but now that he saw Zhou Ke, that sentence suddenly popped into his head.

Family card.

He paused slightly.

Zhou Ke is Zhou Lan's brother, so he issued a family card to Zhou Lan. Following this logic...

Qi Wenshen's gaze unconsciously drifted towards the nurses' station.

Shen Ruozheng was bowing her head as she handed over her work to her colleague who was on the night shift.

She didn't seem to notice him.

Qi Wenshen did not stop walking, nor did he show any expression on his face, but his mind began to ponder.

Could he also issue a family card for Shen Ruo?

She's just started working, and her salary definitely won't be enough to cover her expenses.

Get her a family card with no spending limit, and she can buy whatever she wants.

That Pleasant Goat pajamas should be changed. It's not that they're unattractive, but every time he sees that grinning Pleasant Goat, he feels like it's mocking him, saying that he likes her but doesn't dare to pursue her.