After her ninth miscarriage, she finally let her scumbag husband and her beloved get together.

Their eyes met, and the air seemed to freeze.

Xu Wantang swallowed gently and subconsciously pursed her lips.

The man's breathing suddenly became heavy, his dark eyes so deep they were suffocating, as if something was about to burst forth from them.

His slender fingers sank into the dance costume, and heat spread from his fingertips, pressing down on Xu Wantang invisibly.

The man moved slightly closer, their breaths mingling more and more intensely.

The invisible boundary between the two is both real and elusive; getting even a little closer would risk them losing control.

Xu Wantang froze, forgetting to dodge.

But... Cen Yuan stopped when he got close to the edge.

He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he looked up again, his expression had already retreated back to the boundary.

All the intense heat is transformed into silent restraint.

Only Xu Wantang knew how tight the arms holding her were.

It was as if an out-of-control storm was imprisoned within the man's body.

Cen Yuan placed her on the table against the wall and said in a low, hoarse voice, "You left your nursing kit in my car."

Xu Wantang's face flushed for a few seconds before she realized what had happened.

"Thank you, Second Brother."

She immediately reached for the meal kit, only to find that the entire kit had been torn apart.

She stole a glance at Cen Yuan.

That's a lot of strength in your hand?

Cen Yuan turned his face away: "It works."

Xu Wantang nodded and tried to lift her foot, but with the cast on, she couldn't lift it at all.

Cen Yuan pulled up a chair and sat down, then lifted her feet and placed them on his knees.

Xu Wantang's heart skipped a beat; this scene gave her a sense of unreality.

She couldn't help but look at Cen Yuan.

He remained calm and indifferent, but his finger movements were very delicate.

In his hands, bandages looked like ribbons tied into bows.

Beautiful and clean.

After a moment, Xu Wantang remembered her true purpose.

She pinched the hem of her skirt and said cautiously, "Second Brother, there's something I haven't told you yet."

"What is it?"

"I was in a hurry to be discharged because... I noticed someone was watching me."

As Xu Wantang spoke, she leaned closer to Cen Yuan, her voice soft: "Second Brother, I found out online that his name is Lin Zhuozhong. Don't you have a partnership with the hospital? Can you tell me about him?"

"It's okay, you're not going to contact me, are you?"

"no."

Xu Wantang blurted it out.

Cen Yuan suddenly looked up.

The two stared at each other, both stunned.

Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the trees in the courtyard, falling on Cen Yuan's face. The dappled sunlight swayed in the wind, and his gaze flickered as well.

The light flickered.

But he kept Xu Wantang's figure firmly in his sight.

The panic of having her little thoughts exposed and the indescribable thrill intertwined in her heart, making her feel as if she had been electrocuted, and she didn't know where to look.

"You're too busy. I don't know when you'll be free, and I'm afraid of bothering you."

Opportunities can only be created by chance.

She tried to explain, but her voice was surprisingly coquettish even to herself.

Cen Yuan paused in bandaging his hand: "What do you use your phone for?"

Xu Wantang frowned. Was he implying that he didn't want to see her?

It seems all my hard work these past few days has been for nothing.

She sighed softly, "I understand. I'll contact you via my phone from now on."

Cen Yuan seemed to remember something and looked away: "I don't look at my phone much."

"..."

What does he mean?

I just don't want to talk to her anymore?

Xu Wantang lowered her head and said dryly, "Oh."

Cen Yuan sat up straight and glanced at her indifferently: "Make a call first. If I'm not here today, how many times are you planning to fall?"

"..."

After being bluntly exposed, Xu Wantang blushed with guilt.

"I, I..."

I talked to her for a long time, but she couldn't say a word.

Cen Yuan looked at her, his gaze lowered: "I'll give it to you later."

"Thank you, Second Brother." Xu Wantang looked up at him and smiled.

"Um."

Cen Yuan's dark eyes narrowed, and he turned to leave.

Xu Wantang was so happy that she spun around on one foot.

She didn't notice the man's subtle gaze outside the window.

……

With Cen Shichuan absent, Xu Wantang simply spent the whole day practicing her dance in the warehouse.

But the thought that all her hard work had been taken by Cen Shichuan and given to Xu Chuxue made her unbearable.

She was restless and her hands and feet were completely unresponsive.

They had no idea how they were supposed to jump.

Finally, she collapsed to the ground, stretching out her limbs and staring blankly at the sky outside the window.

As evening approached, dark clouds covered the sky, and a sudden downpour began without warning.

The sound of dripping.

This brought some images to Xu Wantang's mind.

She immediately raised her hands and gestured in the air to match the sound of the rain.

I went over every dance step in my mind.

"Got it!"

Xu Wantang wanted to get up and practice it again.

As a result, her body was overloaded, and she was so tired that it took her a minute just to stand up.

Forget it.

Let's go back and rest for a while.

Back in my room, I had just lain down when my phone started flashing.

It's news from Cen Yuan.

Xu Wantang immediately clicked on it, and Lin Zhuozhong's investigation report appeared.

It's only three pages long.

No matter how you look at it, Lin Zhuozhong is a good doctor.

They not only save lives and heal the wounded, but also deliver many newborns, almost representing hope.

Why would someone like that help Xu Wantang and Cen Shichuan plan a car accident?

Xu Wantang swipes the screen.

The last picture is an enlarged photo.

Eight men and women sat together, smiling at the camera.

It's probably a photo of a group dinner.

Xu Wantang looked at them one by one and found that the anesthesiologist Zhou Tao was also there.

He had a beautiful and delicate woman nestled in his arms.

Xu Wantang could tell at a glance that this woman had probably had plastic surgery.

The girls I used to dance with would also get minor cosmetic procedures during the holidays, and we would sit together and exchange our experiences.

Therefore, she can detect some signs of plastic surgery.

As for Xu Chuxue, she was already very beautiful, and she was involved in dangerous projects abroad.

Xu Wantang had never heard of it and had no way of knowing what it was.

Thinking of plastic surgery and Xu Chuxue.

Her gaze never left the woman.

I subconsciously took a screenshot and searched for the other party online.

The relevant online introduction appeared immediately.

Han So-na is a specially appointed Korean doctor at Emily Plastic Surgery Clinic.

Xu Wantang searched for other people, and perhaps because the photos were large, a long list of online biographies popped up.

They were all doctors.

At this moment, Xu Wantang seemed to understand why Xu Chuxue was clinging to Lin Zhuozhong.

Judging from the photos, Lin Zhuozhong is definitely in the center, the most senior, and has the widest network of connections.

With him around, Xu Chuxue and Cen Shichuan didn't have to worry about their affair being discovered.

But... no matter how capable Lin Zhuozhong is, he's still just the head of obstetrics.

Why do others listen to him?

Is there some other background to this?

Xu Wantang's resume reads: a graduate of a prestigious university, a student of strict teachers, deeply involved in medicine, and has published numerous papers.

She read the three-page introduction several times, but couldn't find a single clue.

She could only focus her gaze on Han Suna.

"You're the one."

……

West Courtyard.

Lin Yue poked his head out of the window and looked at Cen Shichuan and Xu Wantang's courtyard.

"Second Young Master, is it really necessary to make the photo so big? It's not like the Third Young Master's wife can't see it."

"Her eyesight is poor."

Cen Yuan flipped through the report in his hand and spoke calmly.

Lin Yue asked suspiciously, "Doesn't she have pretty good eyesight? Not only does she not wear glasses, but she can spot you accurately wherever you go."

Cen Yuan remained silent.

Lin Yue suddenly realized: "Oh, so it's because you have bad eyesight."

"..."

Cen Yuan didn't refute, and directly handed the stack of reports he had finished reading to Lin Yue.

"Burn it."

"Burned? Second Young Master, you really only let Third Young Madam know the contents of those three pages? Who would have thought that Lin Zhuozhong was actually..."

Three pages are enough for her.