Chapter 125 Dr. Song, Something’s Off About You

Leng Keyan trudged out of the office with a cake box in hand, feeling dejected, and almost collided with someone at the corner of the corridor.

“Keyan?”

A gentle female voice called out.

Leng Keyan looked up and saw Bai Youyu.

She was wearing a simple dress today, with a white lab coat over it—fresh and charming.

“Youyu,” Leng Keyan forced a smile. “What are you doing here?”

Bai Youyu’s cheeks were faintly flushed as she pulled an A4 sheet from her folder.

“This is the preliminary K City travel guide I made. Take a look and see if there’s anything you’d like to add or change.”

Leng Keyan was a little surprised. “You could’ve just sent me the electronic file. There’s no need to make a special trip to Orthopedics for this.”

Although the Neurosurgery and Orthopedics departments were in the same building, one was on the east side and the other on the west—hardly close.

Bai Youyu lowered her head slightly, her voice soft: “It’s fine. Neurosurgery isn’t too far from Orthopedics. Consider it a walk and a bit of exercise.”

Leng Keyan instinctively glanced at her and blurted out, “You’re not fat at all. Your figure is great. You really don’t need to lose weight.”

Bai Youyu’s face instantly turned crimson, even her ears flushed pink.

She gathered courage, looked up at Leng Keyan with her big watery eyes, a hint of hope and shyness in her voice: “Do you really think I’m pretty?”

Caught off guard by the direct question, Leng Keyan paused, then chuckled: “You’re recognized as the campus beauty of A University. Your looks are officially certified, okay?”

Bai Youyu’s gaze then fell on the delicate pink cake box in Leng Keyan’s hand, very girlishly packaged.

“Keyan, this cake looks so delicious. Where did you get it?”

Leng Keyan looked at the hot potato in his hands. He wasn’t in the mood to eat cake anyway, so he handed it over.

“If you like it, it’s yours. I don’t have much appetite right now.”

Bai Youyu stared at the beautifully wrapped cake, momentarily stunned, then a huge wave of delight surged through her.

“Thank you, Keyan.”

Holding the small cake, she walked lightly toward the break room, eager to share the sweetness with her best friend.

Orthopedics Break Room

“Look, look! Keyan gave me a cake!”

Bai Youyu excitedly opened the box, revealing the cute little cake inside.

Tang Lan’s eyes lit up. She picked up a small fork and took a bite, closing her eyes in satisfaction. “Mmm, delicious. Not bad, Youyu. You’re progressing fast—sending a heart-shaped cake already.”

Bai Youyu smiled shyly, eating small bites, feeling the sweetness fill her heart with every mouthful.

Tang Lan ate as well, lowering her voice: “You need to hurry. Someone like Leng Keyan—a pure little puppy—he’s now a rare resource, charming to both boys and girls.”

Bai Youyu blushed and whispered: “I know. But Keyan seems a bit slow. I’ve hinted so obviously already…”

While they chatted about their little girls’ secrets, they noticed Yin Siyao standing up with a boxed lunch.

Tang Lan, sharp-eyed, greeted him politely: “Hello, Teacher Yin.”

Bai Youyu quickly followed: “Hello, Teacher Yin.”

Yin Siyao gave a faint response, his gaze landing on the very familiar pink cake box in front of Bai Youyu.

His expression suddenly darkened. Without lingering even a second, he walked straight to the trash, loudly throwing the nearly untouched lunch into it.

Then he left the break room without looking back at the two of them once. His aura was intimidatingly cold.

Tang Lan patted her chest, still startled: “Oh my gosh… Teacher Yin is terrifying today…”

Bai Youyu felt uneasy and whispered to Tang Lan: “Lanlan, don’t you feel… Teacher Yin seems a little… off?”

“Completely different from the gentle, easygoing person everyone says he is. He feels… cold to me.”

She added, a little aggrieved, “I feel like he doesn’t like me. I greeted him, and he just nodded, didn’t even hold his gaze.”

Having always been attractive and gentle, she had almost never received such cold treatment from a man before.

Tang Lan shrugged: “I usually follow Dr. Liao. You know, Dr. Liao isn’t close with Leng Keyan, and Teacher Yin is.…”

“So I don’t interact with him much. I just heard from other nurses that he’s really nice, very patient with everyone. Maybe he’s just in a bad mood today?”

Bai Youyu nodded thoughtfully, but the feeling of being disliked lingered.

Later That Evening

Lu Er was in his hotel room in K City, having just finished his skincare routine.

With his fresh and dewy handsome face, he impulsively took a selfie in the mirror and quickly sent it to Song Jingmo.

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: (image)]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: Dr. Song, rate your baby’s bare-faced divine looks. Out of 100, how much? 😏😏]

A moment later, his phone vibrated.

[60 points]

Lu Er sprang up from the bed, furious, almost tossing his phone.

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: ????]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: 60 points? Just barely passing? Song Jingmo, what’s with that gaze?]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: My face, praised by foreign media as the standard of global beauty, is worth only 60 points?]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: Are your grading standards based on the peak of Mount Everest? 😡]

Song Jingmo, having just finished his shower and drying his hair, looked at the string of complaints on the phone screen, lips curling into a faint, indulgent smile.

He typed back slowly:

[Clock]

Lu Er stared at the screen, stunned for two seconds.

Sixty minutes?

What does that mean?

Then Song Jingmo sent another message:

[Looking at this photo, you can ( ) for sixty minutes.]

“Boom—”

A scorching heat spread rapidly from Lu Er’s ears, quickly engulfing his entire face, even his neck turning pink.

How could Song Jingmo, a doctor who looked so serious and pure-minded, suddenly be this skillful?

Lu Er buried his face in the soft pillow, but his lips couldn’t help curling wildly.

Clutching his phone, his fingertips burning:

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: Dr. Song, something’s off about you.]

[Universe’s Handsomest Lu Er: Be honest… were you thinking of me?]

This time, Song Jingmo’s reply came quickly:

[Mm.]

[Thinking of how to personally make up for the lost minutes.]

Lu Er: “!!!”

Song Jingmo stared at the empty chat box, imagining Lu Er’s adorable reaction, the smile in his eyes deepening.

Teasing this flashy-on-the-outside, pure-on-the-inside little Lu was the perfect way to relieve a day’s fatigue.