My Sweet Physician Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

A piercing, irritating sound jolted Zhong Nuannuan awake, accompanied by the grating screech of rusty metal hinges swinging open and shut.

Her vision blurred from the recent blast forced her eyes to narrow. Gradually, the scene before her sharpened into focus.

A sturdy wall, constructed from compacted earth and lime, loomed in front of her. Bold red letters blazed across it with a massive slogan.

Confess to your crimes, Resistance is futile!

The room's metal door swung open from outside. A stern-faced female prison guard entered. Her chest emblem bore two stark words – Justice!

“Zhong Nuannuan, your charges have been dropped. The court has ruled you innocent and cleared you of the murder accusation. You're free to go now. Your family awaits you in the outer waiting area.”

Family?

Zhong Nuannuan froze in shock. She shoved the female prison guard aside and dashed to the waiting room, barefoot without a second thought.

Only the chilling sensation underfoot at every stride convinced her this wasn't a dream—that she had truly come back to life.

Zhong Nuannuan burst into the waiting room without pausing. Lifting her gaze, she spotted a towering figure, and her heart clenched painfully.

He stood exceptionally tall and aloof, radiating the formidable aura of a soldier that kept everyone at bay.

Late autumn sunbeams filtered through the windows, illuminating his sharply sculpted features. A subtle shadow cast by his prominent nose added an enigmatic allure to his impeccable visage.

Right then, he stood by the window, engrossed in a phone call. Noticing her rush in, he spared her just a brief sidelong look before shifting his attention back outside, resuming his intense discussion.

He behaved as though collecting her from jail was merely a casual errand.

Seeing this man again—towering like a pine and majestic like a deity—brought a wave of relief washing over Zhong Nuannuan's heart.

A sharp ache pierced her chest, surging into her eyes. Only her fierce restraint stopped the tears from spilling once more.

“Nuannuan, how are you? You've spent a month behind bars. Did anyone mistreat you? Any injuries? Tell Mum, and I'll handle it all for you!”

“Nuannuan is my daughter. No child of Zhong Kuijun could be that fragile. See her rosy cheeks—she's bursting with vitality. One glance tells you she's thriving! Hahahaha... My girl, the Zhou family dropped their lawsuit. You're cleared of the murder charge. Dad's here to spring you out. Happy now?”

Zhong Nuannuan's view got obstructed as her father, Zhong Kuijun, and mother, Jiang Shuwan, positioned themselves right in front of her. One grasped her left hand, the other her right, fussing over her condition with endless questions.

In the room's center, her half-sister Zhong Qianqian—same father, different mothers—lingered near Chi Yang. Leaning slightly, from Zhong Nuannuan's angle, they appeared almost together.

In her previous life, when Chi Yang arrived to fetch her, this very sight had irked her too.

Her fiancé's preoccupation with his call, ignoring her completely, filled her with irritation. Zhong Qianqian's cozy proximity and smug display only worsened it.

She had sacrificed so much time and endured tremendous costs to return home and reunite with her parents. Her desire was simply to cherish moments with her family, basking in their love and warmth—not to squabble jealously with her elder half-sister.