Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1131: Something Happened

They stepped into the restaurant, chose a secluded corner, and Jiang Peiqin murmured, "What kind of fate do I have? The wedding date kept getting postponed before, and now that he finally returned, the wedding date was set, but now something has gone wrong just before the wedding.

If it weren’t for my years of feelings, I would really want to just throw him away."

Xinyan, her close friend, couldn’t help feeling pity for her, yet she offered consolation anyway, "There’s a saying that good things take time. I’m sure Ling Wenhao from your family will cherish your efforts and treat you tenfold better ahead."

Jiang Peiqin let out a sigh, "I hope your words bring good fortune."

Xinyan served her some tea and inquired, "Why come back to school right now?"

Jiang Peiqin’s expression darkened further at the mention, "It’s all because of my aunt’s sister-in-law, who’s convinced I’m robbing her kids of opportunities. Each time she spots me, snide remarks come flying.

The wedding date I arranged fell through, handing her another opening. If not for my uncle and cousins, I’d have faced her head-on."

Xinyan gazed at Jiang Peiqin with a pang of sorrow, "Does your grandfather, uncle, or cousins know what’s happening?"

Jiang Peiqin shook her head, "My grandfather, uncle, and cousins all adore me dearly. Even my aunt, though not by blood, has always been kind.

I’ve never wanted to burden them with such family drama. It would put them in a tough spot.

Plus, their decisions might not match what I hope for, only emboldening her more.

This round, they targeted not just me but Ling Wenhao too, so I refused to back down and acted right away.

Once I left home, I realized how few places I truly have to turn to."

After the meal ended, Xinyan worried about Jiang Peiqin and chose to walk her back to the dorm, since she needed to grab a few things herself.

Right as they reached the dorm building below, a voice called out from behind, "Han Xinyan, phone call for you."

Xinyan turned to Jiang Peiqin, "Head up first; I’ll handle the call."

She hurried over to the phone booth, "Hello, who is this?"

"Yanyan, it’s Jinxuan."

"How’d you know I was at school?"

"I rang the public phone by the small courtyard first. Gate was locked, they said. Then I tried the shop district; Ling Tianze picked up, mentioned you’d left earlier, so I took a chance here."

"Spill it—what’s the call about?"

"Some comrades are in Beijing for training lately. Planning to treat them to dinner tomorrow night. Care to join and meet them?"

She knew this guy well—he wanted her there, or no call: "Sure, though I might run late tomorrow."

He Jinxuan lit up at her yes, "I’ll swing by to get you tomorrow."

Xinyan waved it off quick, "No, no, handle your guests. I’ll show up a little later by myself."

Tomorrow meant surgery duty, and who knew the finish time.

After the call, she didn’t hang around the dorm long, grabbed her stuff, and headed back to the courtyard.

Next day, Xinyan freshened up and caught the bus to the hospital.

Weekends saw her at the hospital, shadowing professors in the OR, always punctual without cutting corners from connections.

Professors saw her strong theory plus hands-on skills shine; every assignment nailed perfectly. So from late last month, they included her in operations.

Another hectic day wrapped with interns buzzing in envy and spite. She stepped out of the OR as night settled in.

She freshened up fast and dashed to the eatery He Jinxuan named.

Entering the private room, she sensed He Jinxuan seemed off.

He Jinxuan spotted Xinyan and eased up at once. Pushing down his unease, he presented her to the group.

Perfectly in sync, Xinyan pulled him aside with a pretext, "Hold on just a while more."