Let's Divorce As Agreed

Gu Huanhuan looked around the room, feeling a bit bored. Sister Gao had come by earlier to check on her and mentioned that she had to handle some things and would come back later to pick her up.

Gu Huanhuan nodded. Given the state of her foot, she couldn’t go hopping around anyway, so she decided it was better to stay put.

Feeling troubled, she thought about her recent string of bad luck. Her eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

When Wen Chi returned an hour later, he saw Gu Huanhuan asleep on the sofa.

Her small face was nestled against the sofa, looking very peaceful, quite different from her usual mischievous self.

Wen Chi was somewhat surprised; he had thought she would have left by now.

The sound of the door closing must have startled her, as Gu Huanhuan suddenly opened her sleepy eyes.

“You’re back,” she said in a slightly coquettish tone.

“Mm, why are you still here?” Wen Chi asked.

“My manager is busy and will come back to pick me up later. Am I bothering you?” Gu Huanhuan felt a bit embarrassed. After all, they weren’t even friends, and she was just lingering here, which felt rather awkward.

“No, it’s fine.” Wen Chi replied, taking off his white coat and hanging it up.

“Is your girlfriend also a doctor?” Gu Huanhuan asked tentatively.

Wen Chi glanced at her, frowning slightly. “I don’t have a girlfriend. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, earlier, a beautiful doctor named Yu Li came looking for you. She even made you coffee. I thought she might be your girlfriend and was worried she’d misunderstand,” Gu Huanhuan explained to Wen Chi. She didn’t want to cause any trouble for him, even though she had enjoyed the banter.

“That’s just my colleague. It shouldn’t be a problem,” Wen Chi replied nonchalantly. In truth, he hoped Yu Li would misunderstand. She was often overly enthusiastic, which made him uncomfortable. However, as colleagues, they had to see each other regularly, so he couldn’t be too blunt.

Yu Li seemed oblivious to his hints. One of his principles was to avoid workplace romances. He didn’t want to mix personal feelings with his work.

“That’s good to hear. When do you think my foot will heal?” Gu Huanhuan asked worriedly. She had just been discussing a new job and didn’t want any delays.

“It should heal quickly,” Wen Chi reassured her. He sat on the sofa and examined her foot again.

His office was well-equipped with everything from bandages, alcohol, and cotton swabs to ice packs.

He picked up some ice and applied it to her ankle. Gu Huanhuan winced; it still hurt a bit.

Up close, his face was chiseled and striking. The faint scent of disinfectant on him was surprisingly not unpleasant.

Wen Chi was focused on treating her ankle, and Gu Huanhuan felt a bit awkward, wanting to say something to break the silence.

“Your colleague, she’s quite pretty and has a nice figure,” Gu Huanhuan remarked casually, with no particular tone, as if discussing the weather.

Wen Chi suddenly looked up at her, trying to discern any hidden meaning in her words. But he found none.

“What are you trying to say?” Wen Chi asked calmly. This man really knew how to kill a conversation.

“Nothing,” Gu Huanhuan pouted.

They both fell silent until Sister Gao returned, breaking the awkwardness.

“How’s everything? Can we leave now?” Sister Gao asked, cutting through the tension.