The nurse noticed a shift—Shang Chi's aura softened when he looked at Jiang Zhi.
To her, he was icy, judgmental—one glance could freeze her.
To Jiang Zhi? His gaze held a quiet, undeniable devotion.
When she focused on bandaging his hand, his eyes burned with longing—thick enough to melt steel.
Nurse: "..." Impression: Smooth operator.
They seemed distant—he must be courting her.
With his charm and cunning, how could he fail?
Who could resist such a handsome man? A walking "life-sized BJD"!
But his aura is overwhelming—only a rare few could handle it.
Honestly? She preferred Jiang Zhi.
Shang Chi: giant BJD. Jiang Zhi: mini version.
Pale skin, delicate features, kind heart—she bandaged better than a pro!
A goddess descended!
Comparing them, the nurse thought: He doesn't deserve her.
Jiang Zhi finished bandaging, testing his nail bed—pink, healthy.
"Done."
The nurse gushed, "Miss, you're so professional—trained?"
Jiang Zhi smiled politely, nodding.
She'd learned for Jiang Qinian—once a nobody, often injured, she'd studied first-aid to help.
The nurse started to chat—until Shang Chi stood, blocking her view.
"Let's go."
He took Jiang Zhi's uninjured hand—her first public display of affection.
Jiang Zhi froze—Why now? Grandpa wasn't here to perform for.
The nurse's eyes widened—they seemed distant, yet holding hands?
Was her earlier guess wrong?
Flustered, she asked, "Are you a couple?"
Jiang Zhi waved it off. "No."
The nurse stared at their clasped hands.
Silence lingered—Shang Chi said nothing, grip tightening slightly.
Jiang Zhi felt the pressure—one wrong word, and he'd let go.
She glanced at him, then smiled at the nurse. "We're married."
The nurse's jaw dropped. "But… no rings? I thought you were strangers."
Jiang Zhi didn't reply—they weren't close, no rings, truth.
She smiled, changing the subject. "Thanks—we'll head out."
The nurse, imagining a fight, assumed: No rings because of a quarrel—now making up.
Shang Chi played along, and the nurse grinned. "Welcome back anytime!"
Shang Chi shot her a cold look, leading Jiang Zhi out.
The nurse shivered—oops, wrong words.
"Welcome back"? To the hospital? Embarrassing in front of a goddess!
At the old mansion, Grandpa Shang saw the bandage. "What happened?"
Jiang Zhi repeated, "Bad glass—small injury."
Grandpa Shang fussed over her, grilling Shang Chi: Where? Which brand? Hot or cold?
Shang Chi shrugged. "Minor—healing soon."
Grandpa Shang whacked him. "I care about her! Throw that brand away!"
Shang Chi: "..."
Jiang Zhi: "..."
Forced to name a random brand.
Grandpa Shang acted fast—the brand vanished by morning.
At dinner, Shang Chi (injured left hand) used his right—no help needed.
Mood improved, he kept serving Jiang Zhi.
Post-dinner, he worked in the study.
Jiang Zhi, about to bathe, got a call from Xiao Ran—recapping Jiang Qinian's request to use her phone.
Jiang Zhi unblocked him. "Tell him to contact me directly."
She apologized, "Xiao Ran, sorry for the trouble."
Xiao Ran panicked—thought she was reconciling.
"Miss Jiang, please don't get back with him! He doesn't deserve you!"
Jiang Zhi laughed. "No reunion—don't worry."
Unblocking for work—they had professional ties. Blocking solved nothing.
When he returned from the show, the apartment would make her stance clear.
No point in lingering.
They chatted briefly, then hung up.
Jiang Zhi headed to the bathroom. Soon, Shang Chi returned from the study.
He saw the closed door, started unbuttoning his suit—then her phone buzzed.
WeChat notification: Jiang Qinian's message.
His hand froze, eyes narrowing behind his glasses—jaw tightening.
Good mood evaporating.
Silence. He re-buttoned his suit.