Accidentally Marked My Ex’s Crush, the Ice-Cold Goddess O - Chapter 15: Coaxing the Wife

Chapter 15: Coaxing the Wife

“Because I want to take responsibility for you.”

Jiang Ci spoke with unusual determination, as if she had decided on Gu Feiran for life.

Her attitude had changed so much that Gu Feiran couldn’t easily believe her. She turned off the music, and the car suddenly became much quieter. “Why do you want to take responsibility for me? Weren’t you worried that if we got married, people would scold you for dragging me down? What, now you’re not worried about me getting scolded? Or have you already forgotten your unforgettable ex?”

Jiang Ci said, “We can have a secret marriage.”

Gu Feiran was silent for a moment and said, “Just drive properly.”

Jiang Ci dropped her off at the entrance of the neighborhood. As Gu Feiran unbuckled her seatbelt to get out, Jiang Ci reached out to grab her forearm and softly asked, “What I said in the car was true. Actually, a secret marriage would be pretty good for both of us. It wouldn’t affect anything.”

Gu Feiran removed her hand and said, “Marriage is a big deal, not just something to talk about. When you stop calling out your ex’s name while being intimate with other women, then we can talk.”

Jiang Ci froze instantly.

A chilling sensation spread from her feet to her head, and she didn’t even notice when Dr. Gu got out of the car.

That night at the hotel, she didn’t know the other person’s name, only hearing others call her Dr. Gu, so she might have called out “Dr. Gu” a few times during the moment.

As for calling out her ex’s name…

Jiang Ci lowered her eyes, seriously recalling.

That night, they had been together four or five times. The other person was sensitive, quick at first, but it lasted longer later. During breaks, she would hold Jiang Ci, burying her head in her arms, saying little.

The last time.

Jiang Ci suddenly remembered that during the last time, the other person suddenly started pushing her away with her hands and said “get off” a few times in a low voice.

At the time, Jiang Ci thought she had hurt her and softly coaxed her a few times.

“Could it be that I called out the name then?”

Jiang Ci covered her face with both hands and slumped onto the steering wheel with a thud.

Then, a piercing horn blared through the sky.

Because of this, Jiang Ci couldn’t sleep well that night, tossing and turning, her mind full of how to apologize to Dr. Gu.

After all, calling out an ex’s name at such a moment was something that could get her executed by a thousand cuts, yet Dr. Gu had endured it until now.

Jiang Ci turned to face the floor-to-ceiling window, sighing deeply again.

How could she have called out her ex’s name?

The next morning, Jiang Ci got up early to go to school for classes, sending a message to Little Aunt on the way.

Jiang Ci: Little Aunt, when does Dr. Gu get off work today?

Jiang Lan: I don’t know. She’s pretty busy today, probably won’t get off until midnight. Why, are you trying to pursue our Dr. Gu?

Jiang Ci: No, I want to apologize.

Jiang Ci: Last night when I drove Dr. Gu back… I accidentally made her angry.

Jiang Lan received the message, let out a puzzled “ah,” and looked up at Dr. Gu, who was walking ahead, seriously discussing surgery details with a colleague.

Jiang Lan asked her: How did you make Dr. Gu angry? Dr. Gu has a good temper. I’ve never seen her upset.

Jiang Ci: It’s just a small thing.

Jiang Ci: I’ll handle it myself.

Jiang Lan replied: I don’t know how you upset Dr. Gu, but if you made her angry, it’s definitely not a small thing. You better make it up to her properly, got it?

Jiang Ci assured Little Aunt: I definitely will.

Learning that Dr. Gu would get off work at midnight, Jiang Ci exited WeChat, opened an app, and started studying seriously.

At noon, when Gu Feiran returned to her office after lunch, she saw a young man holding a bouquet of roses standing at the door. Passersby couldn’t help but glance at him.

Gu Feiran walked over, pretending not to see him, and reached to push the door open. Before she could enter, the young man stepped forward, calling out to her, “Hey, are you Dr. Gu Feiran?”

Gu Feiran stopped.

The young man handed over the roses and a card, explaining, “These are roses ordered for you by Miss Qiao, and she instructed me to hand them to you personally.”

“Miss Qiao?”

Gu Feiran hadn’t recently encountered a patient surnamed Qiao.

The young man explained, “Oh, Miss Qiao said you’d know who she is when you see the card. Please take it. I’m just a delivery guy.”

Gu Feiran didn’t take the roses but accepted the card, which had two neatly written lines.

Qiao: I’m Qiao Yunchi. Last time I came to the hospital to see Dr. Gu, you were busy and left after a brief meeting, which was a pity. So this time, I’m sending a bouquet of roses to express my thanks.

Qiao Yunchi, it was her.

Previously, she had injured her arm while filming, getting a cut, and came to the hospital for bandaging. Gu Feiran had just finished a thyroid adenoma surgery, coming out of the operating room with messy hair after removing her cap. Before she could tidy up, the director pulled her aside to treat Qiao Yunchi.

She hadn’t paid much attention at the time and left after bandaging.

Afterward, this Miss Qiao returned to the hospital five or six times. The first few visits were for dressing changes and repairs, stopping by to see her. The last two times, she came directly to thank her for the bandaging.

As a doctor, this was her job. A simple thank you was enough, no need for medical disputes. It was rare for someone to visit so many times just for a bandage.

Gu Feiran put the card away and said to the man, “I’ll keep the card. Take the flowers to the nurse’s station over there.”

“But…”

The young man tried to stop her, but Gu Feiran had already pushed open the office door, gone inside, and closed it.

With no other choice, he took the flowers to the nurse’s station.

The young man reached the nurse’s station, placed the roses on the counter, and a group of young nurses gathered around, asking, “Hey, are these flowers for Dr. Gu? Are they from Xu Zhen?”

The young man shook his head, “No, they’re from a Miss Qiao. By the way, Dr. Gu told me to leave the flowers here, so…”

The nurse at the front said, “Just leave them here. Dr. Gu doesn’t like flowers. She gives all the ones sent to her to us.”

The young man put them down, “Alright.”

Then he left.

After he was gone, the group huddled together, whispering, “I have to say, our Dr. Gu is so popular. Almost every day, someone sends her flowers, both men and women. Today, there’s a new one, Miss Qiao.”

Another nurse plucked a petal and sniffed it, “These roses smell nice, not the dyed kind. The sender put in some effort.”

“Sigh, so many people like Dr. Gu. I wonder who she’ll end up with.”

“I’m betting on Dr. Xu Zhen.”

The nurse who smelled the petal was shocked, “You’re betting on him? I think no matter who Dr. Gu ends up with, it won’t be him. They’re worlds apart.”

“Why’s that?”

She said, “Who is our Dr. Gu? An S-level omega, a rare gem nationwide. The dean even gave her a private office. As for Dr. Xu, he’s just an alpha with decent pheromones, nowhere near good enough for Dr. Gu. Besides, he’s been chasing her for years, and she’s never budged. It’s clear Dr. Gu doesn’t like him.”

“That makes sense.”

“Such a pity for Dr. Xu’s devotion.”

As they chatted, the head nurse suddenly walked over, cutting into their conversation, “Why is Dr. Xu’s devotion a pity? He likes someone, so they have to like him back? Tell me, did Dr. Gu string him along, or did she not make it clear to him? What’s so pitiful about that?”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Nurse… Head Nurse.”

“Head Nurse.”

The group instantly stood straight, behaving themselves.

Zhang Liya looked at them, nagging, “With Dr. Gu’s looks and qualities, it’d be strange if no one pursued her. Stop saying Dr. Gu’s wasting anyone’s devotion. Her monthly attendance is higher than all of yours. Just gossip for fun, don’t talk nonsense and ruin her image.”

“Got it, Head Nurse.”

“We know we were wrong.”

Zhang Liya looked at the bouquet of roses in front of them and instructed, “The girl in bed five is getting discharged today. Trim the flowers and send two or three bunches over.”

“Alright, we’ll do it now.”

The group quickly went to work.

Past eleven at night, Gu Feiran finished her sixth surgery of the day and came out of the operating room. She still had to do rounds before she could leave.

“Dr. Gu,” someone called out as they approached.

Gu Feiran saw her from a distance, but having stood from nine in the morning until now, her legs were stiff and numb, and she had no energy to talk. She ignored her and went straight to her office to prepare for rounds.

Jiang Ci followed, holding a thermal lunchbox, “I know you’re getting off late today, so I specially made you abalone rib soup.”

Gu Feiran picked up her thermos from the desk, unscrewed it, took a few big sips, put the lid back on, then walked to the other side of the desk. She grabbed her stethoscope and patient files and headed out for rounds.

As she passed her, she said, “Come out.”

“Oh.” Jiang Ci followed her out.

Gu Feiran locked the door and went to do rounds without a word.

Jiang Ci didn’t follow this time, waiting at the door instead.

About forty or fifty minutes later, Gu Feiran returned with the patient files. Jiang Ci didn’t follow her inside this time either, waiting until Gu Feiran changed, grabbed her bag, and came out before stepping forward.

“Hey, are you hungry?” Jiang Ci asked with concern.

Gu Feiran didn’t respond, her face showing exhaustion.

Jiang Ci knew she’d been in surgery all day and was tired, not wanting to talk, so she didn’t bother her much. She followed her out of the hospital.

This time, to make it easier to drive Dr. Gu home after work, Jiang Ci circled several times to park the car as close to the entrance as possible for a quick getaway.

Jiang Ci said, “The car’s over here. Should I… drive you?”

Gu Feiran refused as usual, “No need.”

Jiang Ci stepped in front of her, saying, “A taxi works too. You can sip the soup while I massage your legs. They must be sore after standing all day, right?”

Gu Feiran: “Not sore.”

Jiang Ci took a step closer, bending down to meet her gaze, apologizing, “I was wrong. I’ve deeply reflected on myself.”

“So what?” Gu Feiran looked at her steadily.