My Sweet Physician Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 2

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In her previous life, Zhong Nuannuan had thought about divorcing Chi Yang after seeing Zhong Qianqian’s intense possessiveness toward him, along with her own sisterly affection and her mother’s nonstop urging.

Yet, her repeated concessions to her sister and the pain she inflicted on Chi Yang only brought a torrent of destruction upon her, instead of the family love and empathy she craved.

They didn’t just ruin her—they shattered Chi Yang as well.

That’s precisely why, in this lifetime, her family amounted to nothing more than a fleeting cloud in her eyes.

Zhong Nuannuan locked her eyes on Chi Yang. Now and then, his gaze dropped to her bare feet. Meanwhile, his voice on the call turned icy cold.

With the air of a caring big sister, Zhong Qianqian strode toward Zhong Nuannuan on purpose. She stepped in front, blocking the line of sight to Chi Yang, then flashed a sudden smile. “Nuannuan, I’ve been worried sick about you ever since your arrest. I even sought out Big Brother Chi Yang multiple times to help spring you from jail sooner.”

She shot a quick glance at Chi Yang, still on his call. Confirming he wasn’t focused on Zhong Nuannuan, she whispered, “Those things you said to Big Brother Chi Yang before were really hurtful. He was ready to wash his hands of you but couldn’t turn down my persistent pleas, so he finally agreed to get you released.”

Zhong Qianqian failed to notice that right after her hushed words, Chi Yang’s brow furrowed faintly. Every bit of what she said had reached his ears.

Finishing her whisper, Zhong Qianqian abruptly raised her voice. “Big Brother Chi Yang is such a good guy. You’ve got to remember to thank him properly. If not for him, Zhou Jinhui’s mother wouldn’t have dropped the charges, and you couldn’t have gotten out of prison this fast.”

Zhong Qianqian’s implication was clear: she deserved credit for Zhong Nuannuan’s release.

Out of regard for Zhong Qianqian’s plea, Chi Yang had stepped in to aid his fiancée.

Zhong Qianqian aimed to make Zhong Nuannuan realize that over her month behind bars, she and Chi Yang had drawn much closer. Zhong Nuannuan remained nothing but a fiancée in name only.

In the past, such remarks from Zhong Qianqian would have stirred deep resentment in Zhong Nuannuan toward Chi Yang.

But this time...

Zhong Nuannuan beamed a sweet smile at Zhong Qianqian. “I figured Mum and Dad were the ones who bailed me out. Never thought it was Chi Yang. Sis, you’re spot on. Chi Yang’s a great man. I definitely owe him thanks.”

Zhong Nuannuan yanked her hands free from Zhong Kuijun and Jiang Shuwan, then shoved aside the blocking Zhong Qianqian. She bolted right into Chi Yang’s direction.

Though he’d acted like he was deep in his phone conversation, Chi Yang had actually devoted all his focus to Zhong Nuannuan. Out of nowhere, a soft, fuzzy warmth crashed into his embrace, making him sway slightly.

His face stayed coldly detached and aloof, seemingly unaffected, yet his pale right hand clutching the phone and the rigid chest that jarred Zhong Nuannuan’s ear fully exposed his racing nerves inside.

“Big boss, I don’t even know how to put this! It’s been a whole month since you’ve seen your beloved—why not seize the moment for a proper talk? What’s the point of dragging me into this call? Tell you what, I’ll just hang up now? ...”

The voice boomed clearly from the phone’s other end for Zhong Nuannuan to hear.

Zhong Nuannuan pressed her face against Chi Yang’s chest. A smile tugged irresistibly at her lips.

He cared for her so profoundly. Despite her six years of poor treatment toward him, he always rushed to her side first during any crisis or peril, holding back the collapsing sky for her.

Even confronting death, he’d shielded her completely with his body, enveloping her in his protective hold.

This man’s affection ran as deep as an endless ocean—serene and tranquil above, boundless below.

Even so... After a full month without seeing her, he’d merely stolen brief looks her way and kept up the phone pretense.

He concealed the awkwardness churning within, afraid she’d recoil from him, so he tried to stay as unobtrusive as possible nearby.

A twinge of sorrow for him welled up in Zhong Nuannuan right then.