Chapter 3

Ye Ling looked awkward for a moment and somewhat helplessly closed the lid of the thermos.

"Sister-in-law, you're here too. My brother asked me to take care of Miss Song. He said they couldn't find a caregiver here."

"Sister-in-law, are you thirsty? I also made some snow fungus soup at the hotel. I can go back and get some for you."

Song Wanwan finally noticed my presence at this moment.

She turned her head, looking slightly surprised, but more so, sarcastic.

"Ye, Shen Zhiyi has doctors and nurses watching over her; she can't have any snow fungus soup. Just listen to your brother and take good care of me, that's all she needs."

"Don't worry about her. Go and make some chicken soup for me first, to nourish me."

At that moment, a nurse walked in, quietly rolling her eyes.

"Drinking chicken soup won't nourish the body; it's all purines."

"Also, don't let your husband bring you fish and shrimp. It's not good for your wound recovery; it'll get inflamed."

Ye Ling cautiously looked at me and then at Song Wanwan.

Timidly correcting: "That's not her husband…"

The nurse looked at her curiously: "Not her husband? Didn't I hear her call him that?"

"Besides, he's already famous in our hospital. The day the patient was sent to the operating room, for a simple external wound suture, he cried more terribly than the critical patient's family next door."

"Being so tense definitely means the couple is close."

Ye Ling stood there awkwardly, saying nothing further.

I sighed, not wanting to say more, and closed my eyes to rest.

Ye Chuan likes Song Wanwan; anyone with eyesight can see that.

Song Wanwan was the missed white moonlight of his youth; it's said they separated when their relationship was at its best.

I didn't know about her initially until one day after marriage when I was tidying the room and found a photo album hidden by Ye Chuan.

The album cover was hard paper, with edges already faded, showing it had been frequently leafed through by its owner.

Every photo inside had been taken by Ye Chuan himself.

There were intimate pictures with their faces close together, hugging each other.

And also photos of Song Wanwan alone, smiling at the camera with arched brows.

The last page of the album contained an unfinished letter.

It was a love letter he wrote to Song Wanwan, full of lingering affection and tender sentiments.

He usually prides himself as a straightforward science guy, always speaking bluntly to me; even when sending WeChat messages, he's sparing with words, let alone writing me love letters.

If I hadn't opened that album, I would never have known that someone so cold and dull could have such a romantic side.

Later, I found his high school classmates.

When I asked them about Song Wanwan, they were tight-lipped about it.

"We always thought Ye Chuan would keep his heart for Song Wanwan for a lifetime."

"You should keep a close eye on Ye Chuan. I've heard Song Wanwan is back in the country."

I still didn't know how significant Song Wanwan was to him.

Until he started staying out, not returning home for days on end.

Even on the day I had appendectomy surgery, he used the excuse of being busy not to show up.

His high school classmates sent me screenshots of Song Wanwan's Moments.

On the day I was in the operating room, he was accompanying Song Wanwan at a hotel to celebrate her birthday.

The comments section was full of blessings from their high school friends, congratulating them on their reunion and reconciliation.

Neither of them clarified the situation.

After being discharged, I confronted him with the screenshots.

He felt that I was being unreasonable.

"Wanwan's family had trouble; what's wrong with me accompanying her more? Why are you so heartless, having such malice toward a girl whose family went bankrupt!"

He had a big fight with me and stormed out.

Warned me on WeChat not to go after Song Wanwan, not to upset her, or else we'd divorce.

He assumed I wouldn't want to leave.

After all, between us, I've always been the proactive one.

Yet, even the most proactive person will eventually grow tired.

The three of us started to gossip around the hospital.

Doctors and nurses in the hospital looked at Song Wanwan and Ye Chuan with a hint of disdain.

The most awkward person was Ye Ling.

After Ye Chuan returned, she pulled him out of the ward, almost in tears from anger:

"How could you ask me to take care of Miss Song? You don't know what everyone in the hospital is saying about you. Calling you a scumbag, calling Miss Song a home-wrecker, they're even pointing fingers at me."

Her voice was on the verge of crying: "Brother, do you really still like Song Wanwan? You're already married to sister-in-law."

Ye Chuan impatiently replied, "Don't mind these things, just take care of Wanwan first."

"Brother, what time is it already? How can you not know the importance? Sister-in-law's injury is obviously more severe; she was trapped at the bottom for days and only came out of a coma after three days in danger. Yet, you want me to take care of Sister Song, who can even get out of bed!"

"Aren't you afraid sister-in-law would be heartbroken over you?"