Chapter 127 I Don’t Have a Habit of Abusing My Husband

In the evening, Yin Siyao stopped by the neighborhood market on his way home.

“Doctor Yin is here!”

The vegetable seller’s voice was loud and cheerful, her smile warm. “What are you looking for today? These radishes are so fresh—perfect for soup.”

Yin Siyao’s eyes scanned the carp swimming in the basin. He picked a lively one, then chose a plump white radish.

The woman efficiently weighed and bagged the items. “By the way, I haven’t seen that handsome little boy recently. Where has he gone?”

Yin Siyao lowered his eyes, his tone calm and steady. “He’s recovered and already returned to school.”

For some reason, he added, “He won’t come back again.”

“Oh, what a pity!”

The woman’s face registered regret. “That boy was really charming, and such a sweet talker. I even thought of introducing him to my daughter!”

She glanced at Yin Siyao. “Do you have his WeChat? Send it to me—so my daughter can chat with him and make a friend.”

Yin Siyao furrowed his brows, instinctively wanting to refuse.

But ingrained in his nature was a habit of not refusing requests from elders, which put him in a bit of a dilemma.

After a few seconds of silence, he softly replied, “I do.”

“Oh, wonderful! Thank you, Doctor Yin.”

The woman beamed, handing him the bagged carp and radish. “These are for you. Here, take a piece of ginger too. It’ll remove the fishy taste when making soup. Come by anytime.”

In the kitchen.

Yin Siyao skillfully pan-fried the carp until golden on both sides, then added boiling water, radish slices, and ginger chunks, simmering it slowly into a milky, rich, fragrant carp soup.

He poured a bowl and sat at the table. Hesitating briefly, he picked up his phone and opened a familiar chat.

[Today I went grocery shopping. The seller asked about you and wanted your WeChat for her daughter. I gave it to her.]

After sending the message, he took a spoonful of soup. It was fresh and flavorful, but somehow lacked fun.

Soon, his phone lit up.

[Leng Keyan: You sold me out just like that? [shocked_blurry.jpg]]

[Leng Keyan: And for just a fish and a radish? Am I worth that little? [puffed_fish.jpg]]

Even through the screen, the flustered energy could be felt.

Yin Siyao looked at the sticker, and his lips twitched into a small, uncontrollable smile.

He replied: [There’s also a piece of ginger.]

[Leng Keyan: [spitting_blood_falling.jpg]]

[Leng Keyan: Next time someone asks for my WeChat, just say I have someone I like and won’t meet.]

[Leng Keyan: Otherwise, I’ll cry for you. [super_fierce.jpg]]

Although it sounded like a threat, it carried an undeniably sweet and playful charm.

Yin Siyao ran his fingers along the phone’s edge, didn’t reply further, and finished his simple dinner in a surprisingly good mood.

Later, after showering, his parents called.

“Yin Siyao, have you eaten?”

His father’s voice was stern, but he quickly cut to the point. “When does your hospital break start?”

“Can you come home early? Xiaojing’s school is already on winter break, and the matchmaker said they’ve begun arranging blind dates.”

“If you don’t return, what if the girl gets chosen by someone else? You’ll miss your chance.”

Yin Siyao pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice tinged with fatigue and reluctance. “The hospital’s busy; I can’t leave. If she succeeds in a match, then I’ll just wish her well.”

“That’s nonsense!”

His father’s voice rose with irritation. “Tell me the truth—do you have someone you like?”

“If you do, bring them home. As long as they’re a decent child from a respectable family, we won’t be unreasonable.”

Yin Siyao’s fingers tightened around the phone, his throat dry.

Perhaps… he could try.

After a pause, he said, “Yes. I do have someone I like.”

On the other end, his mother’s voice sounded urgent. “Really? Who is she? What does she do? How old?”

“He… is still studying.”

“Still studying?” His mother’s voice went sharp. “A student? How much younger is he?”

“Eleven years.”

“Eleven years? Oh my god.”

Her tone was filled with shock and disapproval. “That age gap is huge, and she’s a student. Can she even settle down emotionally?”

“How could she live steadily with you? Siyao, listen to me. You should look for someone closer in age and already working.”

“Preferably someone like Xiaojing, whom you know well and is suitable for marriage. Those young ones are just playful, not serious.”

Yin Siyao moved the phone slightly away, listening to his mother’s nagging and worries, his gaze gradually dimming.

Even an eleven-year age difference alone was unacceptable to his parents—let alone a boy.

This call completely extinguished the faint flicker of rebellion in his heart.

Friday afternoon.

Song Jingmo had just changed out of his white coat when his phone rang.

On the other end, Lu Er’s clear, slightly coquettish voice sounded: “Doctor Song, are you on your way to the airport? I can’t wait.”

Song Jingmo, fastening his seatbelt, spoke gently: “I’m driving to the airport. Stay at the hotel, no need to come here.”

“Got it! I’m not silly. So many paparazzi and fans at the airport, I won’t cause trouble.”

Lu Er hummed softly. “Just reminding you—I’m afraid you’d forget me while busy at work.”

“I won’t forget.”

Half an hour later, Song Jingmo arrived at the airport.

Waiting in the VIP lounge, he sent a message:

[No need to buy first-class tickets for me. I’m not a celebrity; no need to avoid attention.]

As soon as he sent it, Lu Er replied one after another:

[The Handsomest in the Universe Lu Er: That won’t do.]

[The Handsomest in the Universe Lu Er: My husband deserves the best of everything.]

[The Handsomest in the Universe Lu Er: First-class is quiet, seats are comfortable, so you can be in top condition after the flight.]

[The Handsomest in the Universe Lu Er: Mostly, I want you to recover quickly… [mischievous smile])]

[The Handsomest in the Universe Lu Er: I also don’t have a habit of abusing my husband. [justified.jpg]]

Seeing the words “my husband” on the screen, paired with the tiny defiant cat sticker, Song Jingmo couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

[Rest a bit yourself; save your energy…]

A few hours later, the plane landed smoothly at K City Airport.

Song Jingmo carried his light luggage and moved with the crowd.

Just after leaving the corridor, he spotted a figure in the crowd wearing an oversized trendy hoodie, a black mask, and a baseball cap, bundled up thoroughly.

Song Jingmo hurried over: “Weren’t you supposed to stay at the hotel?”

Lu Er’s eyes, visible above the mask, curved into crescents. Quietly, he said: “I missed you. Couldn’t wait a moment. Let’s go—the car is in the parking lot.”

Song Jingmo let himself be pulled along, feeling the warmth of Lu Er’s wrist. Watching the light, lively figure ahead, all the fatigue of the journey vanished in that instant.