Chapter 76: Xin Chanxi, the Young Lady Made Concrete

Wang Chuan sucked on the straw.

"Xin Chanxi, Doctor Wang Chuan, you..."

Sun Ying had walked over at some point, a smile on her lips; a few days ago on the hospital road, she had been guessing their true relationship.

Now I've caught them with a smoking gun. People who aren't in love, on what basis do they kiss? Not even indirectly.

Xu Jin beside her felt a moment of heartache; after all, his confession note had been torn up by Xin Chanxi.

He glanced at Sun Ying; her looks were not much worse than Xin Chanxi's, and he puffed out his chest.

Xin Chanxi pulled the straw back, pretending to be very calm, yet she winked at Sun Ying and said, "You what? Sun Ying, what exactly are you trying to say?"

Receiving Xin Chanxi's look, Sun Ying came before Wang Chuan. "You're indirectly kissing! Doctor Wang Chuan, you stole someone's first kiss; you're going to have to take responsibility!"

A slight smile curled Xin Chanxi's lips. Sun Ying, you can talk; talk more; I'll give you a gift later.

Inside, Wang Chuan thought: What a fuss. What's so special about indirect? This isn't the first time; what about the rice cake last time?

Besides, in his past life, he had visited many well-known domestic entertainment and relaxation venues; as for abroad, he had even toured multiple European countries, deeply experiencing local customs and culture.

However, now his heart beat faster; though his memory spanned forty years, his body was twenty, and it was very honest.

After calming down, Wang Chuan said, "We are exchanging oral symbiotic bacteria; it's a medical procedure. Sun Ying, you're not following my medical advice; didn't I tell you to minimize movement?"

"I did follow it; I'm minimizing movement as much as possible. Besides, there's nothing shy about this kiss. Xu Jin, come over."

Sun Ying pointed to her own rosy lips.

Holding two cold drinks in his hand, Xu Jin flashed a smile and leaned in to kiss her.

A thought inexplicably flashed through his mind: What expression would Xin Chanxi have if she saw Sun Ying and me kissing?

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Xin Chanxi wasn't looking this way at all; her gaze was fixed on Doctor Wang Chuan.

Ignored again!

Xin Chanxi remembered something and asked, "Brother, is Sun Ying's leg serious?"

Wang Chuan was very confident. "My suturing was perfect; it's not serious."

Xin Chanxi nodded. "Sun Ying, Senior Sister Pei Nanli invited Chen Leyan and me to the newly opened Cantonese-style bar, Nanshan Blue Fire, this evening. Chen Leyan can't go; do you want to come?"

Sun Ying pouted, casting a coquettish glance at Xu Jin. "Just one invitation? Then my boyfriend Xu Jin won't be able to go, oh."

Inside, she thought, 'I really want to go! It's perfect that Xu Jin can't come; maybe I'll even meet a tall, rich, and handsome guy!'

Xin Chanxi smiled and said, "Xu Jin, why don't you, like Wang Chuan, slip in through the bar's back kitchen door?"

"Doctor Wang Chuan, you're going to slip into the bar through the back kitchen door?" Sun Ying was somewhat surprised.

"No choice; I don't have an Invitation Card, so I can only do this."

Hearing Wang Chuan's words, Xu Jin thought he couldn't fall behind. "I'll enter through the back kitchen door with Doctor Wang."

Sun Ying objected: "Is no one watching the back kitchen?"

Xin Chanxi waved her hand. "Just try it? If it really doesn't work, I'll pay double the price to bribe the Security Guards to let them in."

She was worried that if Wang Chuan went through the back kitchen door alone and clashed with the bar, having one more person would be better.

The four agreed to meet again at the bar in the evening, chatted a while longer, then walked toward the Mall's main entrance.

A voice came from ahead. "Xiao, Xu Jin."

"Uncle Han." Xin Chanxi replied.

Xu Jin also responded with a sound.

Han Shiyu, seeing the handsome young man beside Xin Chanxi and the pretty girl beside Xu Jin, felt somewhat puzzled.

Xu Jin, he knew; he was Xu Haomin's son and in the same class as Xin Chanxi.

Xu Haomin was the Second-in-Command of the Nanshui District Transportation Department; his wife's family ran a business.

He had heard that Xu Jin had once written a small note to Xin Chanxi, but Xin Chanxi had torn it up in public. Both families had privately apologized to each other.

Han Shiyu therefore asked, "Xiao, who are these two?"

"Hello, Uncle Han. Wang Chuan, Xin Chanxi's friend." Wang Chuan extended his hand openly.

He sized up Han Shiyu; there was quite a bit of white hair on his head, but his eyes were bright and sharp.

Xin Chanxi introduced from the side: "Uncle Han, Wang Chuan is currently an intern at Mingzhou First Hospital. Yesterday, a patient sent from Fengye County was examined by Doctor Wang."

"Doctor Wang, hello!" Han Shiyu shook hands with Wang Chuan. Inside, he understood: going to Mingzhou First Hospital to find a patient was actually for this handsome young man; it seemed his relationship with Xiao was not simple.

"Uncle Han, this is my classmate Sun Ying." Only then did Xin Chanxi introduce Sun Ying.

Sun Ying, imitating Wang Chuan, also extended her hand to Han Shiyu: "Uncle Han, hello. Sun Ying."

Xin Chanxi asked, "Uncle Han, today is Saturday; you're here shopping too?"

"Did you forget? Uncle Han is the General Manager of this Mall; Yuanmao Mall belongs to our family."

As soon as the words fell, Xin Chanxi, this young lady made concrete, landed in Sun Ying's heart.

She knew Xin Chanxi's family was wealthy; she had only heard they lived at Donghu Villa; she had never been there; it was all hearsay.

Today was different.

In Mingzhou, such a bustling district where land is worth its weight in gold, the top-tier Yuanmao Mall belongs to Xin Chanxi's family.

Could the shops beside the Mall also belong to her family?

After the five exchanged pleasantries, Han Shiyu mentioned as he was leaving, "Xiao, regarding the sponsorship for the patient, President Xin said she needs to think about it further."

After returning to the Office, he made a call. "President Xin, the friend of Doctor Xiao you asked about, I just met. I will immediately send someone to investigate further..."

After Sun Ying and Xu Jin walked far away, Wang Chuan asked, "The money for Guo Qiancheng, wasn't it from your father?"

Xin Chanxi lowered her brows, her index fingers touching. "I'm sorry; I lied to you."

"These fifty thousand yuan, they're yours, right?"

Xin Chanxi nodded.

"How about this? These fifty thousand yuan, I'll count as a loan from me; I will repay you."

"You don't have to pay it back—I can't even spend all my zero spending money. How much do you still have on your bank card?" Xin Chanxi said softly.

"Still have?"

"Forty-five ten thousand."

In Mingzhou City, the per capita GDP in 2004 was thirty-eight thousand yuan; Xin Chanxi's zero spending money amounted to fifty ten thousand.

In Wang Chuan's heart, he felt a pang of awe—Xin Family was rich.

His ex-wife Xiao Yuchu had said that during her studies in the United States, her annual expenses were four hundred thousand U. S. dollars, mostly spent on traveling the world during winter and summer breaks.

Both were young ladies of privilege.

If so, next year's bottom-fishing capital gains another source: forty-five ten thousand.

"I'll pay this money back to you."

"Really, you don't have to!" Xin Chanxi sounded anxious.

Wang Chuan patted Xin Chanxi's head. "Today, your Uncle Han got to know me. Your father might mistakenly think I tricked you into handing over five ten thousand. I don't want anyone to think I'm a swindler, okay?"

"No way~~." In Xin Chanxi's heart, her father really might think that—so Wang Chuan's noble image must not be ruined.

Walking aside, Wang Chuan called Lin Weiwei. After a few minutes, he returned and told Xin Chanxi: "Give me your bank card number; I'll transfer the money to you later."

Borrowing five ten thousand from Lin Weiwei to repay Xin Chanxi—after all, he had cooperation with Lin Weiwei; owing money to her was better than owing it to the little girl Xin Chanxi.

"That five ten thousand counts as my financial aid to Guo Qiancheng. But don't tell Chen Leyan about this."

Wang Chuan knew Xin Chanxi would definitely tell Chen Leyan—twenty years from now, today's good karma would bear rich fruit.

Looking again into Xin Chanxi's eyes, he said sincerely: "I only feel sympathy—Guo Qiancheng's family hardships are somewhat similar to mine."