Chapter 150 I’m His Wife
Su Ziyue took the slip of paper with the phone number, thanked the nurse, and saved the number in her contacts as she strode outside. She saved the number in her phone under the name ‘Nice Driver’ and was slightly startled when she noticed the address associated with the number—Jingcheng City.
Jingcheng City was one of two very prosperous metropolises—Yunzhou City was the one in the south, while Jingcheng City was the one in the north.
Furthermore, there was in Jingcheng City a very large family that was mysterious and powerful.
Su Ziyue had only heard tell of this family, and did not know much about them.
Su Ziyue did not give it further thought and sent a short message to Nice Driver.
‘Hi, I’m the girl who hit your car the night before. I’ve been discharged from the hospital. If you have time, why don’t we meet to talk about compensations for the damages to your car?’
The driver was kind to bring me to the hospital, she thought. Even though it seems that the driver’s fine, I’m positive I damaged his car. What was the model of the car? I didn’t get a good look.
After the message was sent, there was no reply.
Su Ziyue assumed that the person must be busy. Since he had left his phone number, she was sure he expected her to contact him.
Su Ziyue was still wearing the clothes from the day before. Her car was already sent to the workshop, so now she’d have to take a cab home.
While waiting for her cab, she couldn’t help but glance at her phone again. Still, there was no call.
She tapped on her call log—not even a single missed incoming call.
A black car screeched to a halt in front of her. She looked up.
The next moment, the car door opened, and out came Gong Zeyang.
He strode in front of her and said, “Ziyue.”
Su Ziyue looked at him with narrowed eyes, her face still a little pale. There was a small bandage on her forehead, and she seemed weak, but as Gong Zeyang came to face her, her voice was hard and cold. “Why are you still bothering me?”
She had very little patience for those who did not matter to her, and her patience was wearing very thin indeed with the obnoxious Gong Zeyang.
Gong Zeyang frowned. “I’m bothering you?” he said incredulously.
Su Ziyue gave him a cold stare and started to dial on the phone.
Gong Zeyang sensed something amiss. “Who’re you calling?”
Su Ziyue did not look up from her phone as she replied, “Su Yige.”
Gong Zeyang grabbed her phone. “No, I won’t let you!”
“Why not? I want to tell her that you’ve been pestering me since yesterday,” she said spitefully. “I’ll also tell her that you wouldn’t leave me alone, and you even want to annul the wedding with her.” Before Gong Zeyang could reply, she looked up from her phone and saw Qin Muchen standing behind Gong Zeyang.
“Qin…”
She did not know how long Qin Muchen had been standing there, nor why he had come here. She did know, however, that what she had just said might have given him the wrong idea.
Without waiting for her to finish saying his name, Qin Muchen stalked off with Beef in his arms.
He had spent last night at the bar, and when he woke up in the morning, he noticed something not quite right with Beef. It was probably the wine Beef drank, so he decided to bring him to the veterinary hospital.
It was rush hour now; the roads were jammed. Beef really did not look too well, so he had decided to leave his car and go to the vet on foot.
He never thought he’d come across this scene.
It was early morning and there she was still in her old clothes, fooling around with Gong Zeyang. He had heard her words loud and clear—he wished he had not.
Stonily, Qin Muchen quickened his pace toward the vet. His expression was as cold as a snowy mountain, and a bone-chilling aura was emanating from him.
Su Ziyue broke free from Gong Zeyang to chase after Qin Muchen.
Gong Zeyang had wanted to follow her, but he remembered that Qin Muchen was after all Su Ziyue’s husband, so he resisted the urge.
Besides, it looked as though there were already cracks between them without him meddling.
Gong Zeyang’s lips curled as he climbed back into his car. Suddenly, he was in a very good mood.
Meanwhile, Su Ziyue followed behind Qin Muchen to the veterinary hospital, and only caught up to him when they arrived.
Qin Muchen walked in. The face of the receptionist lit up as she welcomed him.
Even though he looked slightly awkward in his day-old, crumpled suit, he still had an exceptionally striking demeanor.
With a sullen Beef in his arms, his smooth voice now gravelly from last night’s wine, which added an attractive timbre to his voice, he said, “I want the best doctor here.”
“Yes, of course, right away!” The receptionist had been immediately smitten. Appointments were required for their best doctors, but she was so taken by him that she promptly bumped Qin Muchen up the queue into the first appointment slot. She justified, Who can resist doing a favor for such a handsome guy?
Qin Muchen gave a slight nod expressionlessly and went in without a look at Su Ziyue who was trailing behind.
The receptionist stopped Su Ziyue. “Excuse me, miss. You are…?”
“I’m his wife,” said Su Ziyue, pointing at Qin Muchen. She glared at the shocked receptionist as she stepped around her to go in.
Qin Muchen went inside the doctor’s office, and set Beef down.
The veterinarian was an amiable middle-aged man. He gave one look at Qin Muchen and was startled by this young man’s arresting demeanor, but the doctor had met people from all walks of life, so he recovered from his brief surprise quickly and paid his attention to Beef. He tenderly stroked the puppy and said gently, “Tell me what’s wrong with it.”
“It drank wine,” Qin Muchen replied shortly.
Su Ziyue had just come in through the door when he said this, and with a look of surprise, she caught a whiff of alcohol from his body as she came closer.
She frowned. Qin Muchen was quite fastidious when it came to cleanliness. He wouldn’t abide by smelling so heavily of alcohol, much less allow even a wrinkle on his suit. Did he drink a lot of wine last night? she wondered. Su Ziyue bit her lip. He’s really angry.
The doctor noticed Su Ziyue behind Qin Muchen and asked, “Your wife?”
“Can you please be quick.” Qin Muchen scowled. “I’m very busy.”
A look of understanding dawned on the doctor’s face. They must have quarrelled. The girl’s forehead is injured, and this man reeks of alcohol. Even the dog was fed wine. Could this be a case of domestic violence?
The veterinarian shook his head and brought Beef inside to examine him.
