Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today?
Chapter 257 - 252: Will She Come Back?

Chapter 257: Chapter 252: Will She Come Back?

Chapter 252: Will She Come Back?

The night was as dark as ink, with lights dimming everywhere.

Jiang An, surrounded by a group of close friends, made her birthday wish and blew out a row of candles on the cake.

Most of the people present were her friends and colleagues from everyday life. Everyone gathered around to watch the woman cut the cake, and then they drank and played games together, creating a joyful atmosphere.

Tonight, there was a new face that couldn’t be ignored; Wei Yan brought his fiancée over. The woman in a black dress approached Jiang An, knowing that Wei Yan always treated Jiang An like a sister, and she introduced herself.

Jiang An sized up the woman in front of her and smiled as they clinked glasses. From what she understood, this woman must be Wei Yan’s long-lost classmate, whom Wei Yan often complained about. She never expected that these two, famous for their bickering, would eventually become a couple.

"I’m Wei Yan’s girlfriend, Cheng Xue." The woman smiled at her.

"Nice to meet you, sister-in-law." Jiang An sweetly greeted. Although she had never met this legendary figure, she could guess from Wei Yan’s descriptions that the woman was bold and generous, which must have been why she managed to win over the stoic Wei Yan so quickly.

They chatted briefly, and just as Wei Yan, who had just finished handling something, walked towards them, both women, who were secretly mocking Wei Yan, burst into laughter together.

"Look at that, Brother Wei Yan, when are you going to marry Cheng Xue?" Jiang An teased playfully, as the couple looked perfect together.

In this world, Wei Yan was like family to her in Jing City, and she hoped to see him happy.

Wei Yan turned to look at Cheng Xue and said, "It all depends on when someone agrees to my proposal!"

Cheng Xue, knowing that the man was urging her, blushed and swiftly changed the subject, "I heard from Wei Yan that you, Anan, don’t have a boyfriend yet. I’ve been thinking of setting you up."

Jiang An realized her teasing had backfired and shifted the focus onto her, and she hurriedly tried to find an excuse to divert the topic.

Wei Yan noticed her tendency to dodge the topic of marriage and his tone carried a hint of reprimand: "Anan, you’re not getting any younger. Your uncle has also been pressing me to find someone for you. You can’t keep delaying this till you’re thirty."

"Alright, alright!" Jiang An hastily responded, as if dealing with official business, and quickly made her escape.

Tonight’s gathering was organized by Wei Yan, so naturally, Gao Chuan wasn’t invited. Mentioning this reminded Jiang An that Gao Chuan had told her to come home early this morning; she glanced at her watch and saw it was nearly ten. She hesitated about sending a message to him but was swiftly pulled away by Xia Zi, who had just lost a game.

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Elsewhere.

The atmosphere in the apartment was much quieter compared to the party jubilance.

Today, Gao Chuan unusually left the office at six in the evening. He first picked up the cake from the prearranged place, then drove back to the apartment.

Secretary Chen had already bought the necessary items and was waiting for him at Jiang An’s house. Only after they finally saw Gao Chuan arrive did they start getting busy.

This decorating spree lasted until eight in the evening, after which Secretary Chen left the apartment as instructed by Gao Chuan.

Alone, Gao Chuan sat quietly waiting, the candlesticks on the dining table casting a faint glow, barely illuminating the sharp contours of his face.

Time quietly slipped away, and the only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock on the wall, each tick striking sharply against the tense strings of his heart.

Gao Chuan sat by the dining table, his jaw clenched, the light in his dark eyes slowly fading.

The tall figure sat upright in the chair, appearing like a sculpture in the vast darkness, indescribably lonely.

The pale yellow candlelight gradually exhausted, and as it approached ten o’clock in the evening, the person he expected still hadn’t shown up. Gao Chuan finally stood up from his chair, silently putting back the cream cake he had set on the table into the fridge.

The man paced into Jiang An’s bedroom, walked up to the gift box he had prepared, and slowly lifted his hand to open it, revealing an adorable pure white teddy bear.

The little guy seemed to have been caged for too long; the moment the box was opened, it kept scratching its legs, emitting a series of "huffing" noises.

Gao Chuan slowly opened the cage, and the little teddy finally escaped its confines, jumping out of the cage with its short little legs flailing.

In the dim light, the man silently squatted down, the puppy circling around his feet, barking "woof woof woof."

This was the birthday gift he wanted to give Jiang An today.

The little one fearlessly tried to burrow into his arms, the man silently lowered his head, his affectionate gaze enveloping the little teddy on the ground.

After a long while, he finally dully raised his hand to pat the little one’s head a couple of times, his touch stiff and unfamiliar.

The teddy seemed to enjoy his consolation, whimpering softly in the darkness, its appearance both adorable and well-behaved.

The man quietly stared at it, talking to himself, his voice hoarse, landing in the silent room, nearly choking up.

"Will she come back tonight?"

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As time quietly passed with the lengthy wait, the man sat on the floor, leaning powerlessly against the bed, his eyes closed without knowing when, and not far from him, candles arranged in the shape of a heart had all burnt out, leaving only remnants.

Only when the little teddy approached and lightly licked his fingers did he reopen his eyes, finding endless darkness engulfing his sight.

He straightened up slightly, took the phone out of his pocket, and glanced at the time displayed on the screen.

It was eleven-thirty.

The room was empty, silent all around; obviously, Jiang An hadn’t come back.

The man’s expression grew cold, silently pinching the bridge of his nose, looking at the floor scattered with rose petals, a bitter smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He wasn’t unaware that Jiang An was attending a birthday party hosted by Wei Yan at this very moment.

He knew she must have already received a pile of blessings, and surely had her cake and made a wish.

But for some reason, he had still ordered her favorite cream cake many days in advance, still followed the most cliché script, arranging a candlelit dinner, wanting to confess to her tonight.

This is what he owed her.

During the wait just now, he even mocked himself in his heart, thinking that perhaps Jiang An would laugh at his old-fashioned setup, maybe she wouldn’t like the teddy he chose.

But now, it was all just wishful thinking.

She didn’t come back.