Chapter 2 — Drunk Night And Unplanned Kiss

As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Giang Chi lower the window, one hand on the edge of the door, the other hand lighting a cigarette. No matter how I look at it... I also think he's really handsome. I was afraid to look any further, just waved my hand and quickly turned around and went upstairs. Truly a person that makes people curious - an angel in white whose words and actions are a bit extravagant, clearly two years younger than me but always taking the initiative. He's obviously drop dead handsome, yet he doesn't like girls. … A beautiful dream night. What a beautiful dream - I dreamed of Giang Chi again. In the dream, he hugged me tightly on the sofa, his eyes were gentle, he leaned down to kiss my earlobe, then whispered to me - "Adopted mother..." "..." What is that. At that point, the dream suddenly ended. I opened my eyes and sat against the headboard for a moment, feeling an uncomfortable tightness in my chest. This chest pain symptom has lasted for several days, but today it seems to be much worse. I went online to look it up, followed the instructions and massaged it a bit... I don't know if it was psychological or not, I just felt like... there was a hard mass. I'm a coward, the more I thought about it, the more scared I became, so I took a day off and took a taxi to the hospital. Complete procedures and pay money. Perhaps because it was a weekday, the hospital was not too crowded. There were only two people before me. I sat and waited for a while when I heard my name called on the loudspeaker. I took the examination form and walked in. As soon as I got there, I stopped for a moment. Is a male doctor. He bowed his head and sat with his back to the light so I couldn't see his face clearly for a while. Never mind, your salary is like your mother's, there's nothing to be afraid of. Thinking so, I walked to the examination table and sat down, holding the examination form in front of me: "Doctor, I've been having chest pain these past few days, please help me see..." The sentence hadn't finished yet. The moment the doctor raised his head to look at me, I suddenly choked on the spot. I almost blurted out a curse. The man in front of me, wearing a white blouse, holding a pen, was looking at me with a smile in his eyes. That face... is absurdly beautiful. “Foster mother?” 3 “Jiang… Giang Chi?” Because I was so surprised, my voice stuttered a bit. Giang Chi raised his eyebrows slightly, his elbows on the table, his hands clasped together, his eyes lazily looking at me casually: "Where does adoptive mother feel uncomfortable? Our relationship is like this, I will definitely examine her thoroughly." This guy... was definitely intentional. I sat in front of the examination table, unable to move forward and unable to retreat. I hesitated forever, and finally Giang Chi urged: "Foster mother? There are other patients waiting outside." I mean — please be quick. I gritted my teeth, constantly repeating in my head the phrase "like a mother's kindness", then once again handed over the examination form. "Doctor, lately I've been having chest pain. Looking online, it feels like... there's a hard mass." Giang Chi glanced at the examination form, raised his head and looked at me: "Go to bed." My face turned red and I almost got angry when I saw him pointing at the black leather bed near the door. Hesitating for a moment, I stood up, walked over, and sat down. “Lie down.” "Doctor, I have chest pain, not butt pain, why lie down?" But Giang Chi didn't bother arguing, just raised his eyebrows and said: "Who is the doctor, me or you?" “…” I hesitated for a moment, then finally obediently lay down. Giang Chi walked over and pressed the spot where I said it hurt: "Does this hurt?" "Painful!" “What about this place?” “It also hurts!” I don't know if it was because of stress, but he pressed me somewhere also feel pain. Seeing him frown, I became even more worried, and in my mind I began to imagine all kinds of incurable diseases. At this point, I no longer care about shame anymore, I just feel scared. Thinking back later, he was actually examined very seriously, without any behavior that crossed the line. “Wake up.” After the examination, Giang Chi glanced at me and then turned back to his desk. “Go get a CT scan.” He quickly finished writing the test form and gave it to me. I glanced at his face and didn't see any joking. My heart sank, I quickly took the ticket and ran out. After the CT scan, I took the results back to the clinic, inevitably feeling nervous. “Is… the situation not okay?” Giang Chi glanced at me, raised his hand to push the glasses back on the bridge of his nose. Only then did I discover that he was still wearing glasses when going to work. The black glasses frame placed on the bridge of the nose, combined with that face... really gives the feeling of "licentious scholar". “It's nothing serious, probably because I haven't had enough sleep lately.” I was stunned: "That's all?" “But what else do you want?” I pursed my lips, my voice also unconsciously lowered: "But clearly this morning when I touched it, I still felt a hard mass..." The other person glanced at the computer screen, faintly spit out four words: "It's all psychological." …Okay then. Regardless, my heart finally felt lighter. My chest is also strange — it seems to hurt less. I was thinking about whether I should say a few words of thanks before leaving when Giang Chi suddenly said: "Adoptive mother, actually... you registered in the wrong department." I was stunned, quickly grabbed the examination form: "Obviously that's right, nothing else in the obstetrics department!" “You hurt here,” Giang Chi pointed to her chest and said faintly: “You should have registered for breast surgery.” “…Why didn't you say something sooner?!” Giang Chi leaned back slightly, his eyes looking at me as if smiling: "Because today the doctor on duty in the breast surgery department... is also male." "Besides, small things like this are fine for me to see, no need for other men to touch them." …What does he mean by "don't let other men touch you"? So, is it reasonable for you? Of course, I didn't dare ask this out loud. I quickly said goodbye and ran out of the clinic, my face red as if on fire. 4 I don't know if it's due to real psychological effects, or if Giang Chi just pressed a few times and had a real effect... In short, that feeling of chest pain... really disappeared. Finally can breathe a sigh of relief. I had already asked for the entire day off, so I didn't go back to the company to do anything in the afternoon. Decided to invite the ladies to go out for a walk around town, beautify themselves, and go partying at the bar in the evening. One phone call, I immediately called my best friend Lam Tu. Lam Tu, my "rich lady" sister, loves roller coasters and is never absent as long as she is invited. Only thing... this time I asked her to go to the bar tonight but she refused. The reason is very simple and blunt: Tonight in a certain square there is a car exhibition, many super handsome male models. Hearing that, I was also touched. Yes, it's a men's model. Who can stand it! Lam Tu and I arranged to meet in the afternoon to go shopping, beautify ourselves, then look radiantly beautiful and look at... boys. An afternoon passed in endless joy. After changing into the newly purchased clothes and completing the full body spa combo, we smoothly and shimmeringly headed to the car show. And the first person I saw in the sea of people was not the male model, but... Giang Chi. How cruel is this? How can I bump into this "fake relative" wherever I go? Seeing that face from afar, I started to feel guilty. “Lin Tu…” I pulled her hand, “Or… let's go?” But this girl immediately pushed my hand away, her bright eyes staring at a car: "Don't destroy it, I see a treasure!" I was wondering which car this rich lady would like — after all, the reason why today's car show hired many male models is because most of the cars on display are aimed at female customers. Potential customers are female, of course, they must invite male models with standard, eye-catching shapes. But I misjudged. I didn't expect that Lam Tu's target was not tall, handsome male models, nor cars for women, but... Giang Chi. I followed Lam Tu, saw with my own eyes her go straight to where Giang Chi was looking at the car, then stylishly stood leaning against the car door in a super short skirt. “You're handsome, are you buying a car?” She looked exactly like an exhibition car model, smiling shyly at Giang Chi. Lam Tu is inherently beautiful, white-skinned, has a good figure, has been pampered like a princess since childhood, her eyes and gestures all carry some of the natural arrogance of a rich lady, her appearance is extremely seductive. But that beauty that almost never fails seems to have no effect on Giang Chi. He glanced at her, his voice cold: "Just for fun." Having finished speaking, he glanced at the car again and turned around to leave. And just as he turned around — he met my face. Giang Chi paused slightly, a smile flashed in his eyes: "What a coincidence, foster mother." I smiled awkwardly and was about to speak, but he curled his lips and added a fatal sentence: "Does your chest still hurt?"