Chapter 2 Tan Ziran, The Junior Brother

• Cheng Cheng's health was still relatively good. Despite being a doctor, she always believed in the saying, "Minor illnesses don't need treatment, and major illnesses can't be treated."
• As long as the illness wasn't serious, she could tolerate it.
• Tan Ziran, a gastroenterologist, was her junior brother and also a talented elite from a scholarly family.
• During their school days, he had a crush on her. Although he didn't have the chance to confess his feelings at that time, he was taken by Liang Yanyan, who was bold and enthusiastic.
• However, he had always cared about her.
• Every time he saw her pale face, he would nag at her like an old lady.
• Cheng Cheng's ears were calloused from his constant nagging.
• Countless times, she felt grateful from the bottom of her heart that this junior brother of hers was taken by Liang Yanyan in time.
• Otherwise, if they had accidentally become lovers later on, she would have been annoyed to death.
• "Alright, alright, I got it."
• "Remember to drink hot soup and eat on time." Tan Ziran doted on her like a child.
• Deng Yujiao watched Tan Ziran standing at the door of the clinic, watching them leave like a devoted husband. She boldly speculated, "Cheng Cheng, do you think there's a possibility that he still secretly loves you?"
• "I don't think so."
• "Then, do you think he sees you as the unattainable beauty of his youth? And he can't forget about you?"
• "That's not possible," Cheng Cheng smiled. "If there was such a possibility, do you believe that Liang Yanyan would let him off easily?"
• Deng Yujiao couldn't help but burst into laughter when she thought of Liang Yanyan's fiery temper.
• Cheng Cheng also smiled, her eyes filled with a few drops of tears.
• When she raised her hand to wipe them away, she silently saw a figure in the glass door in front of her.
• She turned her head.
• From a distance, she saw Zhao Qichen.
• Zhao Qichen looked at her from afar, his eyes deep.
• Soon after, she received a text message on her phone.
• It was from an unfamiliar number, and it contained the room number of a high-end hotel.
• Her smile vanished.
• Deng Yujiao noticed that she stopped smiling and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
• "Oh, the surgery is about to start. Wenjing notified me to prepare early." She lied.
• Deng Yujiao believed her, "Okay then, go prepare after you've eaten. I'll order takeout for you."
• "No need, Wenjing has prepared it for me."
• "Make sure you eat well."
• "Mm." She nodded and watched as Deng Yujiao was called away by a patient's family.
• Then, she entered her office.
• Just as she stepped in, the delivery guy arrived with her takeout.
• "Dr. Cheng, Mr. Tan ordered this takeout for you. He wants you to eat it while it's hot."
• Cheng Cheng sighed. This old lady really was quite motherly.
• The neurosurgery in the afternoon lasted for six hours, and she remained highly focused throughout the entire procedure.
• By the time she finished work, her surgical gown was soaked with sweat.
• When she arrived at the hotel, she was already more than ten minutes late.
• Zhao Qichen wouldn't wait for her, so when she went to check the room, it had already been canceled.
• She lowered her gaze.
• She returned home, and not long after, Deng Yujiao called her, "Have you heard about the gossip on Weibo?"
• "Hmm?"
• She absentmindedly tidied up her old room.
• The sound of the fan hummed in the July air.
• Outside the window, the cicadas in the old neighborhood couldn't contain their chirping.
• Deng Yujiao shared the latest gossip with her, "The woman we saw this morning was dumped by Zhao Qichen in the afternoon. Now, the new actress Bai Zhi, who is popular for her role in 'Chang Ge,' was just photographed entering the hotel with Zhao Qichen."
• Cheng Cheng didn't even lift her eyelids. She had grown accustomed to this, "That actress is quite beautiful, I like her too."
• "You know, with Zhao Qichen dating so many girlfriends, who do you think will ultimately win his heart?"
• As soon as Deng Yujiao mentioned this, Cheng Cheng laughed, "Well, it definitely won't be me or you."
• "Hahaha! Yeah!!" Deng Yujiao had a strange sense of humor and laughed at everything.
• After she finished speaking, she burst into laughter.
• As Cheng Cheng went to pull the curtains, she reminded her, "Don't laugh so loudly in the middle of the night, or the neighbors downstairs might come up and hit you."
• Deng Yujiao was still laughing.
• But Cheng Cheng's hand froze.
• Because she saw the Porsche parked downstairs.
• The license plate belonged to Zhao Qichen.
• Her heart skipped a beat, and she was momentarily stunned.
• The doorbell had already rung.
• Cheng Cheng didn't think that someone like Zhao Qichen, who was at the top of the social hierarchy, would live together with someone like her, who was at the bottom.
• She also didn't think that his cleanliness would allow him to come to her old dormitory building, which had a forty-year history.
• So, when the door opened, it was no surprise that Zhao Qichen's secretary was standing at the entrance.
• "Our boss would like Dr. Cheng to come with us."
• Cheng Cheng didn't say a word. She changed her clothes and followed the middle-aged male secretary, who was in his forties, to the presidential suite where Zhao Qichen lived.
• Zhao's old mansion, the place he lived, the place he called home, she had no right to step inside.
• In his eyes, she was insignificant, just like the woman he had dumped earlier that morning.
• Just a trivial plaything.
• "Mr. Zhao."
• She entered the room.
• The secretary considerately closed the door.
• Zhao Qichen walked out of the bathroom, wearing only a towel around his waist.
• His tall body was covered in strong muscles, and his light wheat-colored skin, without a trace of excess fat, could make any woman feel delighted no matter who she was.
• Cheng Cheng was no exception.
• But she didn't look at him for long.
• "Come here."
• Zhao Qichen reached out to her.
• She walked over, catching a whiff of the fresh scent of shower gel on his body.
• He sat on the sofa, and she sat on his lap.
• He smiled, liking her sensible demeanor today.
• Reaching out, he held her waist. "I'm going on a business trip abroad tomorrow for three months. Before I leave, is there anything you want? I'll bring it back for you."
• Cheng Cheng heard this and paused for a moment.
• Then she smiled. "Nothing."
• Zhao Qichen gently squeezed her waist. "Are you sure there's nothing bothering you?"
• "Absolutely nothing."
• "Then why are you following me?" Zhao Qichen's hand slipped under her clothes, tracing along her waistline. "You don't want money, you don't want material possessions, I can't offer you a social status, and you don't seem interested in pursuing one. What is it that you desire?"
• "I desire nothing," she replied, her eyes filled with understanding and devoid of greed.
• Zhao Qichen looked deep into her eyes and chuckled. "If you were to cause trouble for me, who knows, I might even defy my family's opposition and marry you."
• She laughed as well. "I wouldn't dare to cause any trouble."
• He was merely teasing her. Among his social circle, it was rare to find someone who would marry for love and go against their family's wishes.
• Their match was not suitable, and it was as unlikely as a wild chicken transforming into a phoenix.
• At least in this generation, Zhao Qichen had no intention of tearing his family apart for the sake of a woman.
• She also had no desire to marry into a wealthy and prestigious family, so such thoughts never crossed her mind.
• She was even too lazy to stir up any trouble.
• Zhao Qichen looked at her meaningfully, softening the intensity in his eyes and revealing a hint of nostalgia. "Do as you please, I'm content to have you by my side."
• After all, it had taken considerable effort to win her over.
• There was something about her that kept him from growing bored too quickly.
• He leaned back against the sofa, one hand resting on its back, while the other unbuttoned her clothing.
• With a soft click, the buttons came undone.
• Her clothes became loose.
• Zhao Qichen pulled her closer to him.
• She didn't resist, closing the distance between them.
• He gazed into her eyes and said, "Today, I want you to take the lead."
• Cheng Cheng lowered her gaze, slipping her own clothes off her shoulders, and then proceeded to unbutton his clothing.
• Everything was done with practiced ease, as if it were a routine.
• The more Zhao Qichen looked at her, the more he realized her unique beauty.
• She possessed a beauty that was unlike any other woman.