"Xiao Yang, thank you for all your help during this time!"
As she walked out of the hospital, Song Yiran smiled at me. It felt a bit awkward since we hardly knew each other.
Back when my uncle's family was wealthy, while mine was poor with barely anything to our name, a beautiful woman like her would never have glanced my way. Actually, we've only met a few times.
But I remembered every encounter, especially the first one—the wedding where she wore a pure white bridal gown, her dreamlike beauty, perfect figure, all remained vivid in my memory.
It even led me, filled with the stirrings of youth, to fantasize countless times...
"Sister-in-law, how did the checkup go?" I glanced at her, feeling my heartbeat quicken, and hurriedly looked away.
"I don't know. I had many tests, and the results aren't out yet, but the doctor said there's something wrong with my stomach," Song Yiran said, sounding quite down.
"Oh! Well, let's get you settled in first! I'll find a hotel!"
