Chapter 293 Not Married

Yin Siyao kept his head down, fingers flying over his phone.

Messages in the department chat kept popping up one after another, each tagged @him.

The patient from yesterday’s lumbar spine surgery had suddenly developed a high fever today, with a temperature approaching 41.5°C.

The on-duty doctor had handled it urgently, but the situation was still unstable. Nurses were posting the latest test reports one by one into the group.

Yin Siyao furrowed his brows, scanning each lab report and imaging scan, his mind quickly analyzing possible sources of infection and possible courses of action.

As for what the woman was saying, he didn’t pay it any attention.

When he noticed her gaze on him, he instinctively asked, “Hm?”

Yin Siyao split a fraction of his attention to listen while still reviewing the reports.

The woman, smiling brightly, repeated her question: “Dr. Yin, are you married?”

Yin Siyao’s mind was still on the reports, so he answered casually, “Not married.”

Then he went back to staring at his phone, replying to messages one by one.

The woman’s eyes immediately lit up.

Grabbing Mother Yin’s hand, she beamed as if she’d met family: “Oh, sister! Thank heaven—your son isn’t married yet!”

“That’s wonderful! When fate comes, nothing can stop it!”

Mother Yin was taken aback. Before she could respond, the woman launched into an unstoppable monologue.

“My daughter here just graduated from University A this year, majoring in Performing Arts.”

“Look at her looks, her presence… not to brag, but she’s been beautiful since she was little. The line of people chasing her at school could stretch down a street!”

The girl was flustered by her own mother’s words, her face turning bright red.

She tugged her mother’s sleeve quietly: “Mom… what are you saying…”

But the woman ignored her and kept going: “She’s got a great personality, gentle and considerate, knows how to take care of people, and can cook.

“If your son marries her, their children will definitely be beautiful. A doctor with an actress—one smart, one pretty—the genes are perfect!”

Mother Yin’s expression became complicated.

She glanced at Leng Keyan, who had been silent since earlier.

When Yin Siyao had said “not married,” Leng Keyan had felt like a cat whose tail was just stepped on—every hair on his body standing on end.

They slept in the same bed every day. They even had rings on their fingers. And Yin Siyao had told someone else that he wasn’t married?

Well… technically, they hadn’t registered or held a wedding. Legally, they weren’t married.

Yin Siyao’s statement was technically correct.

But it was infuriating.

He wanted to throw his phone.

What performing arts graduate?

What “perfect looks”?

What “their children will definitely be beautiful”?

Leng Keyan stared at Yin Siyao, hoping he would look up, say something, maybe even say, “I already have a partner.”

But Yin Siyao didn’t.

He kept his head down, focused on his phone, completely ignoring everything around him.

He was already this angry…

The ignored little dog took a deep breath, and another, forcing the surge of frustration down his throat.

No anger.

No sulking.

No sarcastic remarks.

Yin’s parents were watching.

If he showed jealousy, pettiness, or fussiness, they’d think he was immature.

They might even think he wasn’t worthy of their son.

After a moment’s calculation, Leng Keyan forced a smile.

It was stiff, painfully stiff, with the corners twitching as if his facial nerves were misfiring.

Mother Yin saw it all.

She knew her son. That “not married” from earlier was completely offhand, absent-minded. He hadn’t even registered what the woman was asking.

But Leng Keyan didn’t know. That poor boy must be miserable right now.

Her heart went out to him.

She genuinely liked Leng Keyan.

He treated Siyao so well—thoughtful, attentive, always considering him.

Though she hadn’t accepted two men living together at first, seeing how reliable he was made her think this was far better than an unreliable daughter-in-law.

But not everyone could accept such a situation.

If this woman knew Siyao’s partner was male, who knows what she would say.

She couldn’t let either child suffer this kind of misunderstanding.

“Well… sister,” Mother Yin finally spoke, cutting off the woman’s monologue. “Siyao… actually already has a partner.”

The woman paused. “He has a partner? But didn’t you just say he’s not married?”

“Not married, but has a partner.”

Mother Yin smiled as she explained, “Young people these days aren’t in a rush to marry. They’re doing well together, living together, and their relationship is stable. We, as elders, won’t pressure them—just let things happen naturally.”

As she said this, her gaze fell on Leng Keyan, filled with reassurance and recognition.

Warmth rose in Leng Keyan’s chest.

The girl, hearing this, visibly relaxed.

Her embarrassment melted, replaced with a look of relief.

She tugged at her mother’s sleeve: “Mom, I knew it! Someone this outstanding must already have a partner—there’s no way I stand a chance.”

Then she added sincerely: “I saw him when he was helping you just now. So professional, so calm… clearly someone really reliable.”

“Someone so excellent would have been taken already.”

She smiled, eyes curved in understanding. “I know my limits.”

The woman, hearing this, had no choice but to relent.

She sighed regretfully: “What a pity… I was hoping to become family with you, sister.”

Her gaze then shifted to Leng Keyan standing beside them.

Her eyes lit up again.

This young man… tall and handsome!

Tall, good-looking, with sharp features—clearly a fine young man.

He had stood politely to the side the whole time, not interrupting, very courteous.

“Sister,” the woman pulled at Mother Yin again, “this is your younger son, right?

“Handsome, with good presence. Around the same age as my daughter, I assume? Does he have a partner?”

Mother Yin’s smile froze.

“Look at my daughter,” the woman pushed her daughter forward, “she just graduated, studying performing arts, pretty, right? If she doesn’t have a partner, maybe they could be friends, get to know each other! They’re about the same age, young people have common topics!”

The girl’s face turned so red she wanted to crawl into a hole.

The hospital room fell into an awkward silence.

Leng Keyan’s smile completely froze.

He looked at the embarrassed girl, then the overly enthusiastic woman, and finally toward Yin Siyao.

Siyao’s head was still down, focused on his phone, oblivious to everything happening around him.

Leng Keyan: “….”

He truly couldn’t stay in that room for another second.