In Jiang City's Global Gynecology Hospital, several young nurses in their internship period were huddled together, enthusiastically discussing the morning's edition of the "Entertainment Weekly" newspaper, periodically breaking out in excited shrieks.
"My God! My idol is actually already taken! And he might even be getting engaged soon!”
“This is actually true! Ahhh, look here, look here! Jiang City's renowned real estate tycoon Fu Zi Chen is suspected to be back with his first love, Yin Zi. Media journalists saw them hand in hand in a commercial building..."
"..."
The hospital corridor, permeated with the scent of disinfectants, echoed with the distinct 'clack clack clack' of delicate stilettoes on marble flooring. Dressed in a fitted long white coat, Tang Luo Ran was walking briskly toward a corner.
"Yin Zi is so pretty too! She and Mr. Fu are an absolute power couple, a match made in heaven!"
Yet another sigh!
Before her jean-clad long legs could even take two steps, Tang Luo Ran abruptly halted, her impassive eyes directed toward the source of the commotion.
As the fragments of praise and exclamations kept resounding in her ears, the tranquility on Tang Luo Ran's face became increasingly hard to maintain.
After a two-second pause, she inhaled deeply, a self-mocking curve rising on the corner of her lips. She raised her foot and continued walking swiftly.
The sound of high heels approached from a distance. The chattering nurses caught each other's hands - one of them gestured towards Tang Luo Ran, and the rest quickly hushed their conversations. They swiftly put away the newspaper, standing in a neat line respectfully.
"Dr. Tang…"
"Dr. Tang, good morning…"
The nurses greeted in succession as their gazes collectively rested on the approaching woman.
How could they not feel a sense of awe towards a woman so accomplished in medicine and reserved in conversation?
However, to their surprise, Tang LuoRan seemed as if she hadn't heard their earlier conversation. She nodded at them in a perfunctory manner, her hands habitually stuffed into the pockets of her crisp white coat, striding briskly to the emergency duty room at the other end of the corridor...
"..."
Everyone watched her noble retreating figure, and they couldn't help but sigh in admiration.
Returning to the duty room, Tang LuoRan casually removed the cold stethoscope from her neck, then washed her hands at the nearby sink. The icy tap water traced along her slender fingertips, stimulating her nerves, revealing cracks on her exquisite features.
A reconciliation...
Fu ZiChen is reconciling with Yin Zi?
Even if Tang LuoRan is adept at disguising, the moment she knew this news, her delicate body could not help but shiver fiercely. An inexplicable discomfort spread inside her.
But no matter how uncomfortable, how unbelievable, she had to hide all her emotions, just like hiding a secret.
Tang LuoRan has always had a secret, one she's cherished for ten whole years—that is, her love for Fu ZiChen.
Her love compelled her to scheme secretly since ten years ago, on how to divert Fu ZiChen's gaze from Yin Zi, to allot her even a little bit more attention, how to become Fu ZiChen's wife and rightfully become the young mistress of the Fu family.
Thus, after years of contemplation, she finally resolved to do that thing—
After that incident, the Fu and Tang families covertly agreed to a marital alliance, and she finally achieved her wish, marrying Fu ZiChen. The emotionally distraught Yin Zi chose to study abroad at the time.
However, all her hard-earned schemes only led to a uselessly polite five-year marriage.
Was it worth it?
Tang LuoRan shut off the water faucet, picked up the towel hanging on the rack and dried her hands, sitting down, only after she had finished everything.
On the right side of Tang Luoran's desk was a blue frame where several medical cases were stacked. She reached out and plucked the top two, meticulously scrutinizing them for a minute. The further she read, the more bitter the smile that seeped onto her slightly raised lips.
Case signature – Yin Zi, pregnancy test positive, indicating she was nearly two months along.
The words Yin Zi had said to her when she went to the hospital under the protection of bodyguards a few days ago popped up in Tang Luoran's mind.
"Tang Luoran, you've claimed the position of the Fu family's mistress for five long years, yet you’ve not even borne Fu Zichen a child. Simply put, I have beat you again...."
"Tang Luoran, from today on, I want you to be my personal doctor, ensuring the safe birth of my child...."
Entertainment news reports, as well as the real child in Yin Zi's womb, were they all telling her that her marriage with Fu Zichen, had truly reached its end?
Tang Luoran, was it time to let go?
At noon, Tang Luoran ate her meal at the hospital as usual. After returning, she continued to be in charge of hospital rounds recording the physical condition of recent inpatients until four in the afternoon. She walked into the on-duty room only to fish her phone out of her pocket.
The call log on her phone was emptier than ever. Just like every day in the past five years, Fu Zichen never took the initiative to call her. Only at the annual family banquet, would his assistant call to notify her.
With a thumb coated in light pink nail polish, Tang Luoran was gently swiping away on her screen, page after page until her gaze dropped and inexplicably rested on the string of numbers following Fu Zichen's three-word name, after which she couldn't pull it away.
Tang Luoran's delicate eyebrows furrowed gently. Her index finger stroked that name for a while. Her heart was in a struggle, hating herself that even at this moment she was still so cowardly indecisive, wondering if there was still a chance to salvage this marriage.
Should she call him or not? This was the question nagging at Tang Luoran's mind.
After pondering for about ten seconds or so, she clenched her teeth and resolve hardened as she dialed his number--
