Having been in the hospital for too long, I became sensitive to certain sounds. I faintly heard someone shouting: “Doctor, doctor…” followed by the squeaking of a cart.
Remembering Ye Zhengchen studied medicine, I thanked the friend and was about to hang up when they jokingly said, “This time you’ll have to wait for him…”
I awkwardly replied, “Hmm.”
In the evening, Ye Zhengchen called back, his voice heavy with sleepiness. “Girlie, miss me?”
I lay in bed, pulling the pillow into my arms, smiling. “Are you dreaming?”
There was silence on the phone, as if he had fallen asleep again. Just as I hesitated to wake him, he asked, “Is there something you want from me?”
“Yin Zhongtian came to see me today…” My tone dropped. “We broke up.”
“Hmm,” he responded flatly.
“Did you tell him anything?”
“What do you want me to tell him?” he countered. “That you slept with me against your will? That you did it to get him out of prison…”
I realized it was a stupid question. How could Ye Zhengchen tell Yin Zhongtian? He would prefer that he never knew.
“Good you didn’t say anything, and don’t in the future,” I said, my face buried in the pillow that held his scent. “I was willing… even if it killed me…”
A light laugh came through the phone. “I know.”
My face flushed. “I’m not talking to you anymore, I’m going to sleep.”
“Okay, I’ll come find you when I’m free.”
Confirming that Ye Zhengchen hadn’t said anything settled my heart.
I didn’t want Yin Zhongtian to know. I hoped he would hate me, give up on me, and meet a woman who truly cared for him.
Suddenly, a week had passed.
Ye Zhengchen hadn’t appeared, and I was disappointed. I missed his mischievous laugh and his pervy look. I occasionally fantasized about him suddenly embracing me from behind, asking, “Girlie, did you miss me? Just say it, don’t be shy…”
I couldn’t help but laugh.
“What’s so funny, Dr. Bao?” asked Dr. Liu from pathology.
The intern beside her said, “Secretary Yin is fine now. He definitely wouldn’t be involved.”
