Undesirable Marriage

mes of his troubles.
“It seems that your estranged wife doesn’t care about you at all.”

He gritted his teeth, his face tense.
“I! Will! Get her back!”

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“You mean you’re using me to provoke your husband?” After making sure they were out of her husband’s sight, Mo Chuan Ya immediately let go of Qiao Xuan’s arm.
Qiao Xuan looked at her and smiled slightly, teasingly.

Hearing him she chuckled.
Just as she had after just mocking Dai Xingren for not understanding Zhu Xiang Lin’s feelings.
“Hum, I don’t know whether he understands it or not.
He is super slow!”

“I think he understands.” Qiao Xuan said.
“Did you see the expression on his face just now? It was like he wanted to kill me.”

“Did he?” Mo Chuan Ya blinked, remembering the look on her husband’s face, and smiled again.

Qiao Xuan smiled at her and shook his head helplessly.
“That’s why they say don’t mess with women, or you won’t be able to handle what’s coming to you.”

“I’m not that bad, am I?” Mo Chuan Ya gave him a fake look of displeasure, but in the blink of an eye, her pink lips curled in defeat.
“Thank you, Qiao Xuan, I owe you one.
Don’t worry, if you run for elected representative in the future, instead of supporting my sister-in-law Haitang, I will definitely support you.”

“You’d better be.” Qiao Xuan was half-hearted about this kind of empty talk.
In any case, to get a promise from the Mo family’s daughter herself would really help him on his thorny political road.

The two had met during a dinner party two years ago.
At that time, he took the initiative to approach her but she ignored him until he mentioned his connection with Dai Xingren, which piqued her interest.
They then opened up and had a good conversation, and gradually realised that they shared the same values, and became close friends.
They regularly met each other.

“What are you going to do next?” From a friend’s standpoint, Qiao Xuan was very curious about how Mo Chuan Ya would manage her marriage.
“Rumours outside say the two of you may end up in divorce.
I don’t think that’s the case, is it?” 

“I won’t divorce him.” Mo Chuan Ya said with a firm demeanour.
After a small pause, she continued.
“But I’m not going to make up with him either.”

“You want him to pursue you again.” Qiao Xuan was subtle enough to see right through her intentions.

Mo Chuan Ya smiled sweetly, then exhaled in frustration.
“I do, but I don’t think he’s so green he can’t understand it?”

“If he doesn’t get it, he’s really a fool.” Qiao Xuan concluded indifferently.
“I think he’s definitely going to do something about it.”

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Qiao Xuan’s expectations were sound.
After this “stimulus”, Dai Xingren really became pro-active.
He no longer only stayed at the “He’en hospital” as the attending doctor of cardiovascular surgery, but created opportunities to meet his wife from time to time.
Whenever he had a break, he would look for his wife’s whereabouts in the hospital.
Strange to say, as the chairman of the board, she obviously didn’t have to come to the hospital every day.
But she was often in the office, or else in the playroom of the children’s ward, playing with the sick children these days.

He enjoyed watching his wife playing with the children.
She would sing along with the volunteer mom and tell stories to the kids, and she had a talent for acting, often making the little kids laugh with her vivid role-play.

Whenever this happened, he would always stay staring through the window in fascination, only to suddenly be awakened by a radio call.

During lunchtime, she would also go to the staff dining room and eat with the medical staff.
In order to dispel the rumours that they were not getting along, he would deliberately sit at her table and eat together.

Although she occasionally felt embarrassed in the full view of the public, he did not care at all and insisted on being with her.

He would make small talk with her, asking about her newly adopted kitten as a lead-in to some hospital trivia, and she enjoyed listening to the wonderful anecdotes during his voluntary medical practice in the third world countries, which he shared with her one by one.

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“It seems you lived a very fulfilling life back then!” She finally interrupted him sourly once during one of his braggings.
He was at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to respond to it, but finally, he had to confess.
“I did gain a lot out of that time.” Whether it was the improvement of medical skills or the broadening of his horizons, he had learned a lot.

“It’s good that you got something out of it.” She smiled back at him, a small one, yet full of certain self-satisfaction.

He guessed that she was happy for him.

“And what about you? How have you been these last five years?” He asked her rhetorically about her life.
“Why are you not a journalist anymore?”

She shrugged.
“I don’t have any dreams.
Whether I’m a journalist or the hospital chairman, it doesn’t make any difference.”

“But I remember you telling me you’d never take over the family business.” Isn’t the hospital part of the Mo family business?

“This hospital… is different.”

“How is it different?”

She looked away in silence.

He stared blankly at her sad flank and a thought struck him – was it because he was a doctor that she wanted to take over the management of the hospital? Was it for him? He wanted to ask, but her sharp gaze stopped him.
He could see, even with his nerves, that she would not like him to pursue the issue.
So he stopped asking, but his heart fluttered all the more because of it, reaching for her so impulsively that he couldn’t control it.

Edited by: TsumiHokiro