My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s-Chapter 700

Chapter 700: Chapter 692 You Have No Conscience Chapter 700: Chapter 692 You Have No Conscience “It’s really sweet, isn’t it?”

“Are you fooling a fool?”

She pouted, don’t tell her about a lifetime or an afterlife, and don’t tell him about loving her forever.

She had heard those words too often.

In his past life, Zhang Yong’an never seemed to tire of saying them, but in the end?

With a turn of his head, he gobbled up his own words.

But if those words were said by Gu Ning, she might believe them.

However, from Qin Ziyi, who spoke prettier than he sang, even if he spoke to ghosts, probably none would believe him.

Could his words be trusted?

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If you really believed, if you took them seriously, then you’d truly be a fool.

“What are you thinking about?” A sudden voice made Tang Yuxin turn her head to look, and then she reached out to grab Gu Ning’s button.

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“Could you love a woman forever and wait for her throughout her lifetime?”

Gu Ning didn’t know why she asked this, but he nodded anyway.

“I will.”

“I knew it,” Tang Yuxin let go of Gu Ning’s button.

Some love, you see, isn’t spoken; it’s about perseverance, and it’s also an answer given by time.

And she believed that Gu Ning would definitely persevere, throughout her life, throughout her existence, until her life’s end.

As for that Qin Ziyi, he was merely a minor interlude in her life – with his chapter over, so was the story.

Every book has an end, and if there’s no proper ending, there’s a bad one.

And her chapter with Qin Ziyi had ended long ago, so she had forgotten all about it.

She suddenly stopped walking and saw that Gu Ning was still following right behind her, matching her every step.

“What shall we eat today?” she asked Gu Ning while nibbling on a lollipop, feeling in high spirits and thus willing to cook several dishes.

“Let’s have dumplings.”

Gu Ning lifted the meat he was carrying, “I just bought fresh produce; let’s make dumplings when we get back.”

“Sure,” Tang Yuxin agreed easily.

Dumplings it was, no big deal.

Of course, making dumplings was easy, but the real importance lay in who you made and ate them with.

Some people were a sight for sore eyes, making your appetite soar just by being there.

But with some people, an extra glance caused indigestion, and a few more bites would leave you stuffed to death.

Tang Yuxin squinted her eyes, enjoying the feeling of the breeze brushing her cheeks, “If only life could always be like this.”

Having someone to walk with, someone to share meals with, someone to cause trouble with.

Gu Ning reached out to pat her on the head.

“As long as you’re willing, any distance is possible.”

Tang Yuxin fixed her hair, she longed for it, but she couldn’t.

After all, Gu Ning was going to get married, and so was she.

Although she had no desire to marry, she wasn’t so progressive as to truly live as a singleton for life and then celebrate Singles’ Day every year.

Perhaps marrying an ordinary man and having children early was the path.

However, she just couldn’t visualize that kind of life.

Would she continue to live it, to jump into another ditch?

She couldn’t gamble on days like those.

It seemed these weren’t what she wanted.

But what did she really want?

She didn’t know, couldn’t even imagine it.

Right, she suddenly remembered something and tugged on Gu Ning’s sleeve.

“Was Qin Ziyi’s father beaten up by you?”

The injuries on Mr.

Qin came out of nowhere; they say he fell, but only a fool would believe that.

I don’t believe in such coincidences; most things here can be traced back to a cause, and Mr.

Qin’s injuries are no exception.

Was it about seeking revenge, exacting revenge, or just boredom?

And obviously, the first two possibilities are somewhat more likely.

“What do you think?” Gu Ning then rubbed the top of her head again; his hand was so large it almost seemed to engulf her entire head.

If these hands were to strike someone, indeed, they could cause injuries like those on Mr.

Qin in just a few blows.

Although Gu Ning hadn’t given Tang Yuxin a specific answer, she was certain that Mr.

Qin’s injuries had indeed come from Gu Ning’s hands.

Yeah, she was satisfied, but why didn’t he beat him more, beat him harder?

After arriving home, Tang Yuxin and Gu Ning went to the kitchen, got everything ready, rolled out the dumpling wrappers, and then they could start wrapping.

Putting other things aside, the first thing was to have their meal; they were both hungry.

Tang Yuxin’s days were leisurely, but she was unaware that while she was content, another woman was simmering in anguish, passing days in unrest, nights blurring into unrestful sleep, days filled with anxiety.

Finally, after countless days of waiting, she managed to see Gu Ning’s return.

She had no way to go over there; all she could do was wait, but the taste of waiting was excruciatingly painful.

At long last, she had finally managed to wait for his return.

“Gu Ning, when are we getting married?”

Zhang Xiaomei asked with furrowed brows, sounding somewhat impatient and worried.

She feared that Gu Ning would be snatched away by another woman, and then where would she find another long-term meal ticket?

Gu Ning casually opened his eyes, “I’ve already taken you out of that village and even sponsored your education abroad.

What more do you want, my marriage?”

Upon hearing these words, Zhang Xiaomei’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

“Gu Ning, is this some kind of unfunny joke?” she asked, her face sinking.

She was utterly incredulous that these words could have come from Gu Ning.

Yes, they couldn’t be his words.

In her mind, Gu Ning was supposed to provide for her for a lifetime, be faithfully devoted to her forever—even if she demanded his life, he would have to give it to her.

But could someone tell her where it all went wrong?

The implication now was that he didn’t want to marry her anymore, right?

“I don’t make such jokes,” Gu Ning said as he looked at his watch.

He had to leave soon.

As for Zhang Xiaomei, he honestly didn’t know where she got such an impression from.

Besides, it seemed he couldn’t marry a woman with the surname Zhang; it would clash with his fortune.

And if he really were to marry, it would have to be with the consent of a certain woman, considering he owed that woman his life several times over.

So Tang Yuxin should feel quite accomplished.

Over the years, he remembered every word she had whispered in his ear.

If it were not for Zhang Xiaomei’s sudden demand for marriage, he wouldn’t have realized that he could come up with at least dozens of reasons to refuse marrying her.

“Gu Ning, how can you be so heartless?”

Zhang Xiaomei screamed in rage, forgetting all about her image and demeanor.

Now that her long-term meal ticket was gone, why should she care about these silly things?

Gu Ning let Zhang Xiaomei shout without a hint of guilt or remorse on his face.

There might be people he had wronged in his life, but he definitely owed nothing to a Zhang Xiaomei.

Over the years, what he had done for her was enough, perhaps even more than enough.

After shaking off Zhang Xiaomei’s hand, he walked away with firm strides.

Zhang Xiaomei cried until her makeup was ruined, her tears leaving streaks of black beneath her eyes.

Seeing Gu Ning really leave without a care, she kicked the wall in frustration, only to have her high heel come flying off due to the height of the heels.