Mr. Shang, please be passionately in love after marriage.

"Take your pants off."

In the late afternoon, sunlight streamed into the consultation room. Cen hope, wearing a medical mask that revealed only her bright, round eyes, looked coldly at the last patient she had seen that day.

The man had just arrived from the scene of the car accident. His impeccably dressed white shirt was stained with a lot of blood. The most shocking thing was the wound on his left thigh. The fabric of his high-quality trousers was torn, revealing a bloody and mangled wound.

We need to disinfect it immediately.

"Mr. Shang, I'm at the door. Please call me anytime if you need anything."

The assistant was very perceptive and quickly offered to leave.

Blood was flowing freely from the wound, but Shang Hanzhou's cold and handsome face showed little emotion. He didn't even flinch, as if the injury wasn't on his own body.

The door to the consultation room was closed.

Cen hope frowned slightly, annoyed that he was too slow, and simply said, "Sit down."

She picked up the scissors beside her and cut the fabric along the wound on the inside of the man's thigh. Some of the fabric was already stuck to the wound. With a slight tug, Shang Hanzhou's expressionless face finally changed a little.

Cen Xin soaked the adhesions with saline solution and softened her tone, "Just bear with it."

"Um."

Shang Hanzhou responded and closed his eyes slightly.

Cen hope treated the wound quickly, and within ten minutes, the wound was bandaged with sterile gauze.

She washed her hands, put the ointment back in the tray, and gently instructed, "Avoid getting it wet for 24 hours, and avoid spicy food. If the wound becomes red, swollen, or festering, you'll have to come to the hospital again."

Shang Hanzhou got up, and his assistant, who was waiting at the door, had already cleverly brought over a new set of clothes. Cen hope glanced at them.

They are all loose-fitting styles, so they won't rub against the wound.

Good.

She didn't say anything more.

Inside the consultation room were small cubicles separated by curtains. Shang Hanzhou walked straight in and came out three minutes later. He had changed out of his blood-stained clothes and put on loose casual wear. He no longer looked as sharp as before.

The assistant hurriedly asked, "Mr. Shang, shall we return to the headquarters?"

According to the original plan, they should have arrived at the company by now.

But now, Shang Hanzhou is injured and should rest first.

Shang Hanzhou's expression remained unchanged: "As usual."

The implication is that he wants to return to the group.

The assistant hesitated, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Although the car accident was minor and had been suppressed, Old Master Shang had already learned of it and was urging him to return immediately.

Shang Hanzhou was decisive and efficient; once he said he wanted to return to the group, he didn't waste a moment longer.

After treating his wound, the man strode out, giving Cen hope a perfunctory nod before leaving, as a gesture of acknowledgment for her treatment of his wound.

Cen hope simply nodded slightly, but her assistant behind her couldn't help but glance at her a few more times.

It looks familiar, like I've seen it somewhere before.

Once everyone left.

Cen hope took off her mask, revealing a fair and gentle face beneath her beautiful, bright eyes, with rosy lips and a delicate nose.

She breathed a sigh of relief, picked up her thermos from her desk, unscrewed it, and took a sip.

My noisy, beating heart finally calmed down a bit.

Buzz—the cell phone lying to the side vibrated.

It was a call from Grandpa Shang.

"grandfather."

She took it, speaking softly and gently.

Grandpa Shang said over there, "Hanzhou is back from Germany today and will be home for dinner tonight. Come over early after you get off work."

Old Master Shang was extremely worried.

What kind of young couple gets married and then lives apart in different countries for two years?

"By the way, Xiao hope, did that bastard Han Zhou contact you today?"

If not, I'll have to teach him a lesson tonight.

Old Master Shang asked another question.

Cen hope's gaze lingered on the lit computer screen on the desk, where the patient's information was still focused on the three words "Shang Hanzhou".

She swallowed hard. Shang Hanzhou was seeing her for treatment, so that counts as keeping in touch, right?

She hummed in agreement.

Hearing her say that, Old Master Shang breathed a slight sigh of relief. "At least he still remembers he has a wife. Xiao hope, you should go back to the old house first."

"Yes, I understand, Grandpa."

After hanging up the phone, Cen hope's gaze unconsciously fell on the spot where Shang Hanzhou had just sat, her pink lips slightly dry.

It's certain that from the first moment he saw her, Shang Hanzhou didn't recognize her. After two years of marriage, he didn't remember her.

……

A sleek, all-black Maybach was parked in front of the hospital. The Bentley involved in the accident not long ago had been impounded, and its driver had been taken to the hospital.

Just as Shang Hanzhou got into the car, Old Master Shang called.

"Come back quickly! Put the group's affairs aside for now. Even without you, the Yasen Group won't go bankrupt for the time being."

No one loves their work as much as he does.

He frowned slightly, and before he could reply, Old Master Shang said aggressively, "Xiao Xi will be back soon too. You'd better get there before she goes back to the old house!"

After giving the order, Old Master Shang hung up the phone without waiting to see if the caller had listened or not.

Xiao hope.

Cen hope.

Only now did Shang Hanzhou remember Cen hope's name, his arranged marriage wife.

Two years ago, the two got married when they first met. He then went to Europe to develop the international market for new energy, and the two lost contact with each other.

He remembered that Cen hope was still a student at that time.

"Assistant Fang, check on Madam's school."

If it's on my way, I wouldn't mind picking her up and taking her back to the old house.

Fang Nian acted immediately, and a few minutes later replied, "Mr. Shang, your wife graduated with a master's degree two years ago and is now working at the hospital."

Shang Hanzhou raised an eyebrow, his tone still indifferent, "Work location."

A basic understanding is better than being completely clueless when we meet later.

Fang Nian: "Hua Xie Hospital".

It's the hospital they just came from.

Fang Nian enlarged the screen in his hand and handed it to Shang Hanzhou. The girl's photo on the screen was clear. She was not wearing a mask, and her features were gentle and clean. Shang Hanzhou recognized her at a glance, and his dark and deep eyes were momentarily stunned.

The female doctor who just treated his thigh wound.

It turned out to be his arranged marriage wife.

Fang Nian suddenly realized, "No wonder that doctor looked so familiar!"

Shang Hanzhou gave him a cold look, and Fang Nian immediately shut his mouth.

Well, it seems a bit late to say this now.

However, Mr. Shang didn't recognize his wife. So where was she?

Didn't she recognize President Shang either?

As they were talking, Fang Nian glanced out the car window and said, "Mr. Shang, it's your wife."

At the hospital's main entrance, Cen hope walked out wearing a light pink ankle-length dress, her long black hair draped behind her ears, a stark contrast to her earlier appearance in a white coat and mask.

Shang Hanzhou narrowed his dark eyes and slowly looked over.