Zhao Xinlian seriously doubted whether she was under too much pressure lately and had seen things wrong?
In fact, was the man who had always been arrogant and domineering, the one she found repulsive, not Han Zhiming, but Chen Wei?
And was it Han Zhiming who had actually saved the old man's life?
Holding that thought, Zhao Xinlian pinched her waist hard.
"Ouch!" She immediately opened her mouth and took a sharp breath of cool air.
She felt that under such pain, she should have come to her senses, right?
But as she looked, Chen Wei was still Chen Wei, Han Zhiming still Han Zhiming.
Everything was not an illusion! Chen Wei really knew medical skills, and they were even more powerful than Han Zhiming's!
Why? Why had he never mentioned this to me?
Wasn't he a good-for-nothing?
Zhao Xinlian couldn't accept it!
"Old sir, next time you go out, don't forget to bring your medicine," Chen Wei kindly reminded.
"Young man, I really owe you this time. I don't know how I can repay you for saving my life," the elder said excitedly, looking at Chen Wei.
"To save lives from peril is the duty of a doctor; you needn't think too much about it. I did not save you so that you would owe me something," Chen Wei finished speaking and glanced at Lin Yibai, who was still distracted by Chen Wei's superb medical skills, "Let's go."
Hearing Chen Wei's voice, Lin Yibai quickly came back to her senses and followed, agreeing, "Okay!"
Afterward, the ambulance arrived, and to be safe, the girl decided to take the elder to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up.
As for repaying Chen Wei, she would certainly do it. She had taken note of Chen Wei's face and was sure they would meet again one day—they had to!
"Stop right there!" Chen Wei had only walked a few steps when he heard Zhao Xinlian's familiar voice again.
He stopped in his tracks, his words filled with impatience, "What is it?"
"You clearly know medical skills, so why didn't you tell me before?" Zhao Xinlian's words carried an interrogative tone.
"I not only know medical skills, but my cooking is also very good. Yet in your eyes, I was still nothing, right?" Chen Wei retorted.
"If you had chosen to become a doctor and carried out your responsibilities, perhaps we wouldn't have divorced!" Zhao Xinlian said.
"We are already divorced; talking about those things has no meaning, just like when we first met you said marrying me was simply to serve as a shield and to fulfill the old man's wishes. Now, we just need to think of each other as passersby in life," he said.
As his words fell, he didn't give Zhao Xinlian the chance to speak again and took Lin Yibai by the wrist, leading her into the elevator.
"Wait!" Zhao Xinlian wanted to chase after them, but the elevator doors had closed.
"..." She felt terrible inside.
Relying on Chen Wei's medical skills, he could have certainly achieved something. Instead, he chose to stay at home as a househusband, making her believe he was a good-for-nothing.
"Ah..." With a sigh, Zhao Xinlian lamented, "Even with Heavenly Medical Skills, can it not change one's innately defeatist psyche?"
This was much like those people who do not use their abilities or talents in a rightful way.
"Xinlian..." Han Zhiming's voice, which repulsed her, suddenly rang in her ear.
"Han Zhiming! I'm saying it one last time: there will never be anything between us. Please, from now on, do not come to bother me again!" With that, she walked away without looking back.
"..." Han Zhiming was stunned on the spot, seeing Zhao Xinlian reject him so firmly and decisively for the first time.
Then, his expression gradually changed from impassive to angry!
He believed from the bottom of his heart that the reason for such an outcome was all thanks to Chen Wei—if it weren't for him, he could never have been so repulsed by Zhao Xinlian.
"No! I absolutely can't let him off the hook! I can't!" Han Zhiming swore, determined to make Chen Wei pay the price.
Chen Wei couldn't read minds and was unaware of Han Zhiming's thoughts, equally uninterested.
Such an insignificant character wasn't worth his attention.
As long as Chen Wei was willing, it would take only half a day to randomly pull a passerby and give them pointers; his medical skills could beat Han Zhiming's a hundred times over!
Caring about such a person would be simply a waste of time.
"Mas..." Lin Yibai realized something was wrong and corrected himself, "Mr. Chen, you're really impressive. Not only is your driving skillful, but your medical skill is also superb. I really don't understand why such an outstanding man like you would ever get divorced."
Lin Yibai truly couldn't fathom it.
"It's all in the past," Chen Wei said with a resigned smile.
He admitted that he had feelings for Zhao Xinlian, but in the end, Zhao Xinlian always treated his love and efforts as nothing but trash, and gradually... his heart died.
Zhao Xinlian didn't realize that not everyone was worthy of Chen Wei's treatment.
Even the Royal Family of Gentleman Country had to make a reservation in advance to taste his cooking, and even when it was time for their reservation, it still depended on whether Chen Wei felt like cooking or not.
And yet, the kind of top-tier cuisine Zhao Xinlian got to enjoy every single day, never the same dish twice!
Knowing his words had stirred up unpleasant memories for Chen Wei, Lin Yibai didn't probe further.
The two of them walked out of the elevator together and entered a clothing store.
Not bringing up those heartbreaking matters, Lin Yibai began picking out new clothes that suited Chen Wei.
As for the issue of money, there was no need to worry. The card Su Yumei gave to Chen Wei had a whole ten billion on it!
She had even sent him a message saying that if it wasn't enough, he could ask for more.
For such doting from his senior sister, Chen Wei felt overwhelmingly fortunate. He must have saved the Milky Way in his past life.
Meanwhile.
Hoping to alleviate her gloomy mood, Zhao Xinlian left the mall feeling a bit peckish, entered a four-star hotel, and decided to eat something to relieve her feelings of depression.
"Come to think of it, for the past three years, I've always eaten the food he made for me, breakfast, lunch, dinner..."
Every day at noon, Chen Wei would ride his electric scooter, regardless of the weather, to deliver a steaming, sumptuous lunch to Zhao Xinlian just as she finished her busy work and started her break.
Despite some people privately mocking Zhao Xinlian for having a useless husband, most were envious.
She still remembered one time when River City was hit by a once-in-a-century torrential rain!
Just when Zhao Xinlian had given up waiting, a man in a raincoat appeared in the pouring rain, his figure blurred, smiling as he handed over the tightly protected lunchbox to her.
That smile, even now when Zhao Xinlian recalled it, felt fresh in her memory.
"Miss, this is our hotel's signature set meal, which has won..." The waiter began to introduce the various prestigious and authoritative awards the meal had won.
But Zhao Xinlian wasn't interested in listening, waved him off and asked him to leave.
Then she picked up her knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, and put it into her mouth, intending to turn sorrow into appetite.
That kind of man wasn't worth her recur...
"Pfft!" But as soon as the steak touched her tongue, Zhao Xinlian couldn't help but spit it out.
All that remained in her mind was four words: "just like chewing wax!"
You call this a signature dish?