Slow to mature after marriage

He Meng's mouth slowly opened wide.

"Sister, sister...you got married?"

Mu Siwan nodded.

"Yes, three years ago."

He Meng clutched her chest and fell backward onto the bed.

"Okay." She sighed softly, "Mom and Dad, my favorite couple has ended again."

Mu Siwan frowned.

"CP? BE?"

What does that mean?

He Meng jumped out of bed, moved closer to her, and took out her phone to start scrolling.

"Look, sister!"

She shoved the screen right in front of Mu Siwan.

It was a video website page with 24 views. The title was "[Unrequited Love] The moment he carried her into the police car, I knew I had missed my chance."

The cover is a blurry screenshot—she is pale-faced and leaning against Meng Qing's chest, with police cars sirens blaring in the background.

Mu Siwan was stunned.

He Meng clicked on the video, and the screen was filled with comments.

"I'm dying from this!!!"

"Officer Meng's eyes really couldn't hide his true feelings."

"He was the first to rush to her side when she was injured; what else could this be but love?"

"Waaaah, why is it a story of unrequited love? Why isn't it a mutual love story?"

"Forensic pathologist x detective, a perfect match!"

Mu Siwan stared at the comments, her brows slowly furrowing.

"This is……"

"You and Officer Meng's CP-themed video!" He Meng's eyes sparkled. "It was edited so well, I watched it three times, and I cried every time."

"Every frame of you two together on the show is sweet. Especially the part where he picked you up, oh my god—"

He Meng clutched her chest, her face filled with intoxication.

Mu Siwan looked down at the thin anklet on her ankle.

The bone pendant shimmered slightly under the light.

She looked away and replied calmly.

"No wonder your favorite couple ended badly."

She did indeed have feelings for Meng Qing.

But that was all in the past.

-

The next morning, at 6:30, before it was fully light.

The production crew's car was already waiting at the hotel entrance. Mu Siwan changed her clothes and glanced at the camera recording next to her.

That CP-themed video from last night popped into my head again.

She pursed her lips, turned around and went back to her room, where she rummaged through the innermost part of her suitcase and pulled out the velvet box.

Open it, and a plain ring lies quietly inside.

Mu Siwan put the box in her pocket, turned around and got into the car.

-

The reason why the show "Heartbeat Forensic Doctor" became so popular, besides the realistic daily life of forensic doctors, is that the production team specifically chose to film cases that naturally attracted public attention.

Medical malpractice, internet celebrity plastic surgery, family feuds... the more topics can generate discussion, the less likely they are to let them go.

Today's episode is no exception.

The deceased was Lin Wan, a 24-year-old internet celebrity and model, who died unexpectedly during facial contouring surgery at a plastic surgery hospital. The hospital insisted it was an anesthesia accident, but the family did not believe it, causing a great uproar.

The car was parked in front of the hospital.

The cordon has been set up, and several uniformed police officers are maintaining order.

Mu Siwan got out of the car and walked inside carrying her survey kit.

She paused for a moment as she walked past the police line.

Meng Qing was standing not far away, talking to the person in charge at the scene.

He saw her too.

Eyes facing each other.

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Siwan's eyes.

Why is the Criminal Investigation Division of Jingbei City in Haicheng?

A staff member nearby whispered, "The last episode the production team filmed with him received a really good response, so they specially invited him to be a guest. I heard he didn't want to agree at first, but I don't know why he agreed."

Mu Siwan nodded.

Meng Qing had already looked away and continued to give instructions to the person in charge.

-

The scene was more chaotic than she had anticipated.

The lobby was bright and clean, with success stories displayed on the bulletin board, and the post-operative photos showed smiling faces everywhere. But as you walked in, the operating room was a completely different story—the equipment was old, and the smell of disinfectant couldn't mask the musty odor.

The body lay on the operating table, its face still bearing unremoved sutures. The sutures were rough, the stitches crooked, clearly not the work of a professional doctor.

Mu Siwan put on her gloves and began to work.

She lowered her head and examined everything one by one: her nasal cavity, mouth, wrists, and ankles. The marks left by the restraints, the residue of abnormal secretions, and the condition of the tissue beneath the incisions.

He Meng handed over the tools, her face pale, and she was trying her best not to vomit.

As for Curly Hair, he had already run outside to vomit.

Two hours later, Mu Siwan straightened up and took off her blood-stained gloves.

Meng Qing walked over.

"How is it?"

As she walked out, she said, "It wasn't an anesthesia accident. Someone injected her with something else and staged it as a medical malpractice."

"What medicine?"

"We'll know once the test results come back." She paused, "But the incision was stitched up after she died, and the anesthesia records don't match. The murderer must be someone inside the hospital, someone with access to the surgical procedures."

Meng Qing nodded, then suddenly asked, "How's your leg? How is it now?"

The topic changed so quickly that Mu Siwan was stunned for a moment before answering, "I'm almost fully recovered."

"That's good."

Meng Qing breathed a sigh of relief and refocused his gaze on the report.

Mu Siwan stood in front of the sink and turned on the faucet.

The water gushed down, washing away the last traces of blood from my hands.

She turned off the water and looked down at her hands.

No trace was left.

Mu Siwan touched the velvet box in her pocket.

Take it out and open it.

The plain ring lay quietly under the fluorescent light.

The camera's red light was still on, and the lens was pointed directly at her.

She slipped the ring onto her ring finger and pushed it all the way down.

The size is just right.

Mu Siwan shook the water off her hands and turned to leave.

-

Meng Qing was still flipping through the report when his gaze swept over Mu Siwan's hand, and he paused.

The report page turned paused for a moment.

He looked up and gazed at her fingers.

The plain ring shimmered faintly under the light.

He was stunned for a moment.

Someone nearby shouted to Meng Qing, "Captain, there's a problem here—"

He looked away.

"...Here it comes."

-

That evening, the production team arranged a dinner for us.

The location was a famous seafood restaurant in Haicheng, and the private room was bustling with people. A group of interns were chattering away, while the director and producer discussed the upcoming arrangements on the other side.

Mu Siwan sat with the other forensic teachers, a plate of steamed sea bass in front of her, which she barely touched.

She doesn't really like seafood.

There was an alcoholic beverage next to me, with a few plums soaking in the clear liquid. It tasted sweet and sour and had a low alcohol content.

The interns' gossip drifted over intermittently.

"Did you see that really handsome policeman, Meng Qing?"

"I saw it! Does he have a girlfriend?"

"I don't think so. I heard from the staff that he originally didn't want to come to record the show, but I don't know why he agreed."

Will he come back for the next few episodes?

"I don't know about the next few episodes. He left this afternoon after finishing this case."

As Mu Siwan listened, her mind was still processing today's case. Oblivious to everything, she picked up her glass and took another sip of wine.

The sweet and sour taste of plums melts on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of astringency from the alcohol.

An intern mustered up the courage to come closer.

"Teacher Mu—"

She looked up.

The intern shrank back under her gaze, but then mustered up the courage to speak.

"I noticed you were wearing a ring while we were eating," she pointed to Mu Siwan's ring finger, "Are you married?"

The private room fell silent for a moment, and several pairs of eyes secretly drifted over.

Mu Siwan looked down at the ring on her hand.

The plain ring shimmered faintly under the light.

"Okay, it's settled."