Chapter 87

The doctor believed his professional judgment wouldn't be wrong, at most three minutes.

Impossible to exceed this number!

Su Manyao continued: "Then we went home together, he gave me something to eat from below."

Finally hearing useful information, Doctor Chen nodded in relief, waiting for the show to begin.

But Su Manyao immediately said: "No, I misspoke; I boiled dumplings for him to eat, then he himself boiled a second bowl."

Doctor Chen froze.

He reached out again to interrupt, saying: "Wait a moment, let me straighten this out—you two together for four hours."

Then watching the movie took over two hours, boiling dumplings twice, probably also over an hour, right?

Su Manyao thought for a moment and honestly said: "Boiling the dumplings also took about two hours, because in the middle I called someone to deliver ingredients, taking some time."

Su Manyao held an attitude of not hiding anything from the doctor.

Doctor Chen looked at Su Manyao's sincere gaze, for a moment not knowing what to say.

After a few seconds, she steadied her emotions, took a breath, and asked: "In total over four hours, watching the movie two hours, boiling dumplings two hours—then what's left?"

"The rest we sat in the living room watching TV." Su Manyao said.

Doctor Chen asked: "How long did you watch?"

"About half an hour."

Doctor Chen:???

"No, in total over four hours, the movie took over two hours, boiling dumplings took two hours, watching TV another half hour—how much is left?"

Su Manyao said: "He said while watching TV he needed to hold something, so he put my foot in his hand."

Su Manyao said this, looking at Doctor Chen, she put on a serious expression, but her face was actually flushed.

Doctor Chen laughed, finally it's time for the main show, right?

But after calculating, the remaining time was only a little bit.

This shows her judgment was indeed correct.

Otherwise she would have to doubt her professional skills.

"Well, then it started, right?"

Su Manyao nodded with a yellow face, "Mm."

"Then he lunged over and touched me."

The last few words, Su Manyao's voice was as tiny as a mosquito.

"You were touched?", Doctor Chen went berserk.

She really wanted to go crazy, feeling that if she didn't, she wasn't worthy to talk to Su Manyao!

Su Manyao hadn't realized the problem, lowering her head she whispered: "Mm, he touched me, then I pushed him away and ran into the bedroom, in total over four hours."

Doctor Chen was stunned!

Could it be that the so-called four hours only started from here?

She felt a glimmer of hope again, looking at Su Manyao she asked: "Then did he also follow you into the bedroom?"

Su Manyao shook her head: "No, I slept in the master bedroom, he went to the guest bedroom."

She was thrilled!

Doctor Chen heaved a few rough breaths, struggling to calm himself, and asked: "So you mean the four hours you mentioned start from when the movie began, and end when you entered the bedroom, right?"

Su Manyao nodded: "Yes."

Thud~

Doctor Chen leaned back against the wooden chair's backrest beneath his buttocks, quietly beginning to doubt life.

Fortunately, her good professional ethics pulled her suicidal heart back.

She turned her gaze back to Su Manyao, striving to stay calm and said: "I don't mean the time you and your boyfriend spend together." "I mean, since you started dating, how many times have you had intercourse?"

"That's it."

Doctor Chen made a gesture that needed mosaicking, asking: "About how long?"

Su Manyao, this aloof Yujie, her face red like a ripe peach, said: "No."

"No?" Doctor Chen was dumbfounded.

She looked at Su Manyao and said: "If you haven't, how are we supposed to adjust this?"

"The meaning of finding a boyfriend to adjust is that."

"Ah?" Su Manyao also dazed, her small mouth slightly open, her big eyes wide open staring at Doctor Chen.

For a moment she didn't know what to say.

She thought the meaning of finding a boyfriend to adjust was that her body needed the nourishment of love.

Turns out the needed nourishment of love is that kind of nourishment, huh?

Leaving Doctor Chen's place, Su Manyao's heart pounded thump-thump-thump, unable to calm down.

Since that night's sofa incident began, her heart was like a tranquil lake struck by a large stone.

Before that, whether holding hands with Jiang Cheng, hugging, or kissing, none were like that sofa incident! After that night she thought a lot.

She thought of her identity as a professor at Modu Daxue, while Jiang Cheng was merely a student who hadn't graduated yet.

She absolutely must not. Originally she already felt that acting like that on the sofa was wrong.

But now Doctor Chen told her she misunderstood; it's not just needing love's nourishment, but also the nourishment of love!

Impossible! I can't do it!

He's my student!

…

When Su Manyao left Doctor Chen's office, Jiang Cheng had slept through the afternoon and was already up.

With sleepy eyes, he held a basin of clear water in the bathroom, washed his face, put on his clothes, and left the dormitory.

He then took out his phone to send a message to Ye Qing, who said they would meet at the school gate.

Jiang Cheng agreed, because not far from the school there are several recording studios side by side.

On his way to the school gate, Jiang Cheng thought that although he had no resources in the Entertainment Circle, he did have works; if his works could be published by Ye Qing, they would surely find an audience.

So he wasn't worried that when Ye Qing came to his company, he couldn't guarantee her interests.

As for the market, his thoughts were simple: everything starts with a first step; as long as he had the product, he could handle what came next as it arose.

His thoughts were scattered, mainly because he wasn't fully awake; he felt lax, like a shut-in who had spent months holed up in the dorm playing games and reading comics.

"Jiang Cheng?"

Before he had even left the school gate, Jiang Cheng heard someone calling him, looked up, and saw it was Class Monitor Zhouzixin.

Zhouzixin was pushing a bicycle, with a female classmate Jiang Cheng also knew walking beside her—Gao Xiaomin from his class.

"Looking like you just woke up, where are you headed? I don't think you usually sleep in."

"Just going out with a friend," Jiang Cheng replied as he walked over, then his eyes fell on the bicycle Zhouzixin was pushing.

Zhouzixin naturally had an indescribable mischievousness about her; she tilted her head at Jiang Cheng and asked, "What are you looking at? Can you ride a bike?"

"Of course I can," Jiang Cheng said. "I rode every day back in high school."

Zhouzixin blinked her eyes and asked, "Oh? You're also a day student, huh."

"Come on, be honest—you're this good‑looking; have you ever given a ride on your bike to the prettiest girl in your high school class?"

Zhouzixin's question made Jiang Cheng's mind involuntarily flash with memories from the past.

"More than just giving a ride to the class beauty every day, right?" "Roar, definitely yes!" Gao Xiaomin, standing beside Zhouzixin, saw Jiang Cheng's expression and immediately chimed in: "Did I hit the mark?"

(End of chapter)