Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?
Chapter 22 - 21 Jiang An is a Chatterbox

Chapter 22: Chapter 21 Jiang An is a Chatterbox

Gao Chuan walked into his original room and found that Shen Mei had decorated it at some point. A double bed was covered with bright red sheets, and two sets of sleepwear were placed on top. He bowed his head and saw the black lace nightgown Ms. Shen had meticulously prepared for Jiang An, his face suddenly blushing, he sat down on the soft bed, holding his forehead. The dim light shone on the man, his expression inscrutable.

Old Mrs. Shen’s little tricks were clear at a glance to him, but it was different for the simple-minded Jiang An. Shen Mei had forcefully engaged her in conversation for two hours, listening to her tales of Gao Chuan’s childhood was surprisingly interesting. Jiang An thought she would sleep with Shen Mei tonight, but as if Ms. Shen had timed it perfectly, she looked up at the vintage wall clock and gently said, "Anan, that’s enough for today, it’s getting late, you should go get some rest too!"

"Ah, okay." Jiang An blushed when she heard Ms. Shen personally say that a room had been prepared for the two, she followed the direction indicated and came to the entrance of Gao Chuan’s room. As Jiang An tiptoed in, the man dressed in a white robe was sitting on the bed, reading under the faint light, he lazily shifted his gaze upon noticing Jiang An.

"Dr. Gao is still up!" Jiang An walked in awkwardly, her hands behind her back, seeing Gao Chuan looking at her in the darkness.

Gao Chuan put down the book in his hand and turned on the main light in the bedroom. The Spanish chandelier emitted circles of dazzling fluorescence, revealing the face of the other person in the room so clearly, "Go wash up and sleep, I’ve put your pajamas in the bathroom."

"We... are going to sleep together?" Jiang An looked around, her original thought was that Dr. Gao’s room would have a single person couch or that she could sleep on the floor, but seeing that Gao Chuan had deliberately left a space next to him, a mischievous thought popped into her head, they were to share a bed?

Gao Chuan, who had already been quite tired, had been waiting until now. Hearing Jiang An ask that question, he responded wearily, "Let’s just make do for tonight."

Jiang An nodded woodenly and dashed into the bathroom, her face flushing the next second when she saw the sleepwear hanging on the rack. This sensual style was clearly prepared by Shen Mei, Jiang An finally understood why Shen Mei had insisted she stay the night. She blushed at the thought, no wonder Dr. Gao wanted to leave early, it was her own naivety being played.

The sound of water running came from the bathroom, and Gao Chuan picked up the book he had been reading, trying to continue, but his thoughts couldn’t concentrate on the words. The man struggled for a while and eventually closed the book and put it back on the table.

The night in the autumn was tender, with the stars twinkling faintly in the distance, and the moonlight as pure as water. The man took off a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his mood inexplicably agitated.

After a long while, Jiang An slowly emerged from the bathroom and saw that Gao Chuan had already lay down, she breathed a sigh of relief. The girl gently lay down next to the man, forcibly maintaining a distance of half a meter.

Hearing the movement behind him, Gao Chuan turned over and saw Jiang An lying on the edge of the bed, holding her breath. The bedside lamp simply illuminated the outline of the person on the bed, the whole room was eerily quiet, only the overlapping breathing of two people remained.

"Ms. Shen is just like that, I promise it won’t happen again," Gao Chuan explained to Jiang An flat on his back, his dark eyes were shining, blending with the night.

The person next to him finally reacted, answering in a panic, "No, no, the auntie is quite nice."

Before she could finish, realizing that her response was off the mark, Jiang An hurriedly covered her mouth to prevent making any sound.

"What did you talk about for so long?" Gao Chuan slightly narrowed his eyes, speaking sentence by sentence to Jiang An to relieve the tension in her heart.

"A lot, Auntie told me many things about Dr. Gao’s childhood." As Jiang An recalled Shen Mei’s words, her lips curled up in silence, unaware that Gao Chuan had turned to glance at her, "Really? What did she say about me?"

"Auntie said that Dr. Gao was excellent in everything since childhood, always came first, and was a special admit to Medical College... also that Dr. Gao had gynophobia as a kid, and when a girl who had a crush on you touched you secretly, you would blush all over," Jiang An recollected and repeated to Gao Chuan, her words revealing a smile.

The person involved heard this but didn’t react; after all, he had always been romantically clueless from childhood onward.

"And when Dr. Gao joined the hospital, many young girls had crushes on you, including a nurse from the same department who confessed to you and ended up being scolded to tears." Jiang An thought of Gao Chuan with an icy face scolding the nurse, she couldn’t help but snicker, not hearing any response from Gao Chuan. She turned slightly to see that Gao Chuan was lying down with his eyes closed, the dim vision capturing the exquisite facial contours in a perfect profile, and his steady breathing settled down.

"Dr. Gao?" Jiang An called tentatively, her voice was faint.

"Mm." Gao Chuan opened his eyelids and responded in a deep voice, noticing the girl’s body finally took a step closer.

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" Jiang An looked at the ceiling above her, curiously asking.

Gao Chuan’s gaze paused for a moment, his brows slightly furrowed as he truthfully replied, "No."

"Then have you never had someone you liked from childhood to adulthood?" Jiang An, thinking of Shen Mei’s words that Gao Chuan had always been impassive, couldn’t help but feel puzzled. With his great qualities, shouldn’t he be highly sought after by everyone?

"No."

"Not even a secret crush during your teenage years?" Jiang An, with a love-struck brain, seemed to find it unbelievable as she leaned slightly towards Gao Chuan, who was resting with his eyes closed, to continue her questioning.

"No, is that strange?" Gao Chuan furrowed his brows, hearing the tone of surprise and doubt in Jiang An’s voice as he asked back.

Jiang An lay back down, her messy hair falling on the pillow, a faint fragrance still emanating from her body, her eyes slightly drooping: "Perhaps everyone’s youth is different. Dr. Gao might have only been focused on studying, but I was different back then."

"Oh? Did you have someone you liked?" The man’s dark pupils flashed a trace of peculiarity as he continued the conversation.

The fluttering thoughts of adolescence, like the sails in the vast sea, were fickle, and as memories flooded in like the tide, Jiang An blinked, "Sort of. A long, long time ago, there was a very handsome boy in our class. All the girls liked him, and I secretly had a crush on him for a long time," the girl reminisced earnestly, while Gao Chuan listened, his expression silently furrowing in thought.

"But now when I think about it, it just seems funny. At last year’s class reunion, we even talked about that boy, and it turned out I had completely forgotten what he looked like, hahaha." The girl smiled with shallow dimples.

With no reaction from the person beside her, Jiang An couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Gao Chuan, who had already closed his eyes, and whispered, "Dr. Gao?"

Before long, another muffled voice came from the room: "Mm?"

"Really not even one?"

Gao Chuan realized that he should not open up a conversation with Jiang An; otherwise, she would become an energetic chatterbox.

"No." Gao Chuan repeated with rare patience.

"Oh," the girl acknowledged, clutching the blanket in front of her. A few seconds later, staring with round eyes, she asked, "What about someone who made your heart flutter just a little?"

Before her words ended, Gao Chuan raised his hand to turn off the bedside lamp above them, plunging the room into complete darkness. The man’s tired voice emerged: "Jiang An."

"Mm?"

"Sleep."

"Okay."