Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?
Chapter 120 - 119: Back to the Beginning

Chapter 120: Chapter 119: Back to the Beginning

Chapter 119 Back to Square One

In the exceptionally quiet room, the man slightly lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling on Jiang An’s tightly pursed lips.

Her eyes were already turning red, but the girl was still doing her best to hold back the tears, not wanting them to fall.

As their eyes met, Jiang An’s lingering voice echoed in his ears, and Gao Chuan’s eyes flashed with a hint of astonishment upon hearing her words.

Perceiving the perplexity in the man’s eyes, Jiang An gently broke free from his hold. It was as if all the courage she mustered to speak had been depleted, and she buried her head under his gaze, her eyes turning to the glass in her hand as she murmured softly, "If it weren’t for that night when I got drunk, would Dr. Gao never touch me?"

When she spoke, the girl did not raise her head. It seemed like she wasn’t really seeking a definite answer, but rather speaking to herself.

She was fed up with this unclear ambiguity, fed up with Dr. Gao’s silence in front of her all day long, fed up with the man controlling everything alone.

Fed up with standing beside him like a clown.

Gao Chuan stared at the girl’s cheeks, now covered in tears, listening to her question the events of that night, momentarily lost for words.

Some things are hard to express, leaving one to hesitate.

"What exactly am I in Dr. Gao’s eyes?" Jiang An slightly lifted her eyes, the glistening tears slowly trailing down her cheeks. Her lips quivered as she articulated each word.

"Jiang An..." The sight of the girl’s tearful beauty captivated the man’s gaze. He reached out again, grabbing her slender arm, the movement of his Adam’s apple barely perceptible as he struggled to swallow.

With an easy twist of her body, Jiang An withdrew her arm from his grasp again. She didn’t want to see that look of pity in the man’s eyes anymore, didn’t want him to continue compromising with her out of so-called responsibility.

Jiang An raised a hand to wipe away the tears on her face. Her heart slowly calmed, and she took a step back, increasing the distance between her and Gao Chuan. With an exceptionally calm voice, she said, "Dr. Gao, I don’t want to force things. Once grandma passes, let’s divorce."

The underlying meaning was to go back to their initial agreement. When Gao Chuan proposed marriage to her, it was already clear that after his grandmother’s death they would divorce, and he would not interfere with her future life.

Just right, she needed to repay this favor, and he needed a wife.

The girl spoke expressionlessly, yet also not knowing what kind of resolution she had made to utter those words.

She thought that maybe talking things out would feel better, but when her voice actually fell, why did her heart suddenly ache so sharply?

It wasn’t hers, she wouldn’t want it, nor would she yearn for it.

It seemed as if all the scenes of the past three months were but illusions of a mirage.

Watching the girl speak so calmly with a resolute expression, the man’s complexion darkened, his eyelashes slightly concealing his eyes. For some reason, the scene before him suddenly overlapped with the night Wei Yan mentioned divorce.

So she too wanted to divorce him, right? Gao Chuan’s face turned somber, his dark eyes dimming, his indifferent gaze made one feel like walking on thin ice.

"Is it because of Wei Yan?" The man’s calm voice was shallow like water, and in the unseen corners, his brows furrowed as he silently clenched his fists.

Still immersed in grief, Jiang An heard the man’s indifferent voice, and the last sliver of hope in her heart collapsed thunderously, her clear eyes reflecting the man’s cold visage.

A weak smile tugged at the corners of her mouth; it seemed that in Dr. Gao’s eyes, she was that kind of person.

"You can think whatever you like. We agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives after marriage, and I ask Dr. Gao to keep to that agreement," said Jiang An calmly, and then she brushed past the tall man to enter the kitchen alone.

So be it, let’s return to the beginning; that way, she would no longer harbor any futile illusions.

Just like this, it’s fine.

The girl carried a cup of warm water back to her room, crouched down helplessly against the doorframe, and tears once again flooded in like a tide.

After taking the medicine, she returned to bed, picked up her phone, and checked WeChat for messages she had missed during her illness.

Many were from Ji Wanwan, who had also called to ask about Jiang An’s condition; there were also messages of concern from colleagues at the hospital.

After dealing with everything, she put down her phone, lay back, and fell asleep.

She was really tired, Jiang An thought.

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Ever since that night Jiang An spoke those words, their relationship seemed to have returned to square one overnight.

No, it was probably even worse.

Gao Chuan had to travel to Europe on a business trip the next day due to his lab work and wouldn’t return for nearly a week. During that time, Jiang An went back to her routine in the hospital.

Some colleagues from her department, upon hearing of her illness, came to check on her. Although it was sudden, missing a day of work meant her perfect attendance for February was gone.

Among those who showed concern was Ren Lin, whom Jiang An could sense was particularly attentive, although she maintained a clear refusal of his attentions.

With Dr. Gao away for a week, she had the freedom of being alone at home, focusing most of her energy on her practicum tasks and spending her free weekends with her grandmother, keeping her life busy and fulfilled.

Gao Chuan’s flight landed in the early hours of the morning. Although he was exhausted, he rushed to the hospital first, entering the office and immediately tackling a pile of work without a break.

After a day’s work, he saw Jiang An a few times in the hospital, but she seemed to be avoiding him deliberately, calling him "Dr. Gao" politely in front of others.

It was as if she was determined to become a stranger, taking the bus to and from work on her own and hardly meeting Gao Chuan, always retreating to her room when she got home.

It was less about drawing a clear line from the man and more like a deliberate show of pique.

This atmosphere lasted until the end of the year; with the Spring Festival approaching, the whole city began to prepare with festive decorations. Walking on the streets, one could see bright red lanterns hanging high on the bare tree branches, bringing a taste of the New Year.

Due to the grandmother’s severe illness this year, the family atmosphere could not match previous years. Concerned about the grandmother’s feelings, Shen Mei refrained from making elaborate arrangements, simply planning to gather the family for a simple New Year’s Eve dinner.

Knowing how busy Gao Chuan and Jiang An were at the hospital, she informed them well in advance.

Jiang An happened to be on duty on New Year’s Eve and had to decline regretfully, planning to visit on the first day of the new year instead.