Chapter 420: Chapter 420: You Want to Disable My Waist
Dong Junhao—just the mention of these three words left Xiao Si stunned, along with the group of doctors and nurses standing nearby.
Director Lao glanced at the two before turning his eyes to Xiao Si and asked, “Doctor Xiao, is this your brother-in-law?”
Xiao Si replied with a cold expression, “I don’t know him.”
Director Lao looked baffled and said, “Then why did he just call you brother-in-law? We didn’t mishear him, did we?”
Xiao Si spoke seriously, “The patient likely hit his head when he fainted, which explains his current hallucinations.”
Dong Junhao, meanwhile, continued to smile at him.
He spoke again, “Brother-in-law, I didn’t expect us to meet like this. Thanks for helping me with my treatment.”
Xiao Si’s prior explanation about hallucinations was briefly believed by Director Lao and the others—after all, Xiao Si wouldn’t lie without reason. But now…
Everyone exchanged confused glances, unable to comprehend the situation.
The relationship between the two was inexplicably peculiar…
Xiao Si narrowed his gaze, a trace of amusement suddenly flashing across his face. “It seems like that head injury is quite serious if he’s talking nonsense now. However, from what I see, his mental state appears quite good—no major issues for the time being. Director Lao, just do a brain CT scan for him, that’ll be enough.”
Director Lao exclaimed, “That’s it? Nothing further?”
He hadn’t conducted any tests yet—was that all?
Xiao Si looked at him and asked, “What more does Director Lao want?”
Director Lao found himself tongue-tied.
Something about these two men gave off an unsettling vibe.
Xiao Si didn’t elaborate any further. He turned to leave when Dong Junhao called out to him again.
“Doctor Xiao, I’m a patient—are all the doctors in your hospital this flippant with patient care?”
This time, his tone changed. Though his words carried a subtle threat, his delivery was calm, with no obvious flaw in his phrasing—so no one saw anything wrong.
Hearing this, Xiao Si paused in his tracks.
With hands tucked into his white coat pockets, he turned around and met his gaze once again.
His deep, sly peach-blossom eyes swept over him, his brows arched in a leisurely manner as he spoke slowly, “Are you sure you want me to be your attending physician?”
Dong Junhao responded, “Doctor Xiao, are you unwilling to take me as your patient?”
Xiao Si was silent for a moment before replying, “Since you insist, I have no reason to decline.”
He turned to look at Director Lao and instructed, “Director Lao, admit this patient to the cardiothoracic ward. Please arrange for him to be sent upstairs—thank you.”
“…”
And so, Dong Junhao successfully became one of Xiao Si’s patients.
Xu Hai stood by the bedside watching the man, “Young master, why did you insist on choosing Doctor Xiao as your primary physician? Aren’t you worried he might sabotage us behind the scenes?”
Dong Junhao lightly coughed into his fist.
Xu Hai immediately poured him a glass of water. “Young master, your immune system is low right now—how about we take it slow for now?”
He was genuinely worried the man might collapse at any moment.
This wasn’t a joking matter.
“Don’t worry—I won’t die just yet.”
Since he’d opted to reveal his identity, he wasn’t afraid of any tricks Xiao Si might play covertly.
Additionally, there was another important reason: Xiao Si genuinely was an expert in his field.
“Doctor Xiao, is the patient in Bed 1 the younger brother of Doctor Lan?”
Lu Zhenyu had just stepped out of his office and immediately spotted Xiao Si signing paperwork at the nurses’ station. He couldn’t resist nosily asking.
Rumor had it Xiao Si had taken in a patient at the ER—and the patient had even called him brother-in-law.
Everyone knew Xiao Si was romantically involved with Lan Yan.
But Lu Zhenyu had never heard of Lan Yan having a younger brother.
He knew Lan Yan was an orphan.
Xiao Si finished signing, put away his pen, and glanced at him. “From now on, this patient is under your care.”
“Huh? Why?”
With a hand on his shoulder, Xiao Si patted him lightly and smiled ambiguously. “Your brother asked me to look after you well.”
Lu Zhenyu: “…”
“Good luck.”
With these words, Xiao Si walked away.
While he agreed to admit Dong Junhao into the cardiothoracic ward, managing him was another matter—Xiao Si held absolute authority in his domain.
Meanwhile, back at the Dong family, following Hu Yunqin’s discharge from the hospital, Dong Junhao had moved in.
As for the matter concerning Dong Xiaoxiao, things were even more unequivocal.
No matter how much Dong Jian sought connections and pulled strings, it proved futile.
Just the mention of the name “Wan Muqi” evoked a singular response: flee!
After all, some money wasn’t worth earning if it came at the cost of one’s life. While profits could be gained, it wasn’t guaranteed they’d live to enjoy it—it would be a loss in the end.
Thus, no one dared take the risk.
…
Knowing Lan Yan was at the Xiao Mansion, Xiao Si went straight home after his shift ended.
The housekeeper was trimming the garden plants when he spotted Xiao Si briskly walking in from the garage.
“Young master, how come you’re back so early today?”
“Uncle Cheng, where is she?” Xiao Si asked directly.
Despite his age, Uncle Cheng’s mind was quite sharp, immediately guessing who the “she” referred to.
“Oh, young master, you mean Miss Lan. She stayed in the garden for about an hour before heading inside to rest.”
“Which room?”
“Your room, of course.”
The moment the words left Uncle Cheng’s mouth, it felt as though a gust of wind swept past him.
Watching Xiao Si’s hurried footsteps, Uncle Cheng couldn’t help but smile.
“Look at how impatient that boy is—acting like Miss Lan’s about to disappear the next second.”
With a chuckle, Uncle Cheng returned to pruning his plants.
Xiao Si gently pushed open the bedroom door and tiptoed inside.
The bed was empty, but on the sofa, someone was half-reclined.
Moving closer, just as Xiao Si leaned down, Lan Yan suddenly opened her eyes.
Her hands instinctively pressed against his chest.
Truth be told, she had already woken up when he entered—the moment he pushed open the door.
But she hadn’t opened her eyes.
Faced with his close approach, she chose to act, fearing he might get carried away.
Seeing her awake, Xiao Si sighed with disappointment, “Why’d you wake up so fast? I didn’t even get to kiss you.”
Lan Yan: “…”
She pushed him away and sat upright.
Lan Yan glanced at him, “Is that all that’s on your mind?”
The man sat beside her, “Not just kissing—there are more intimate things I think about happening someday. But so far, they’re only thoughts.”
Lan Yan: “…I’ll pretend I didn’t ask.”
She then looked at him. “By the way, Aunt Yun used your card for today’s purchases—I…”
Before she could finish, he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand and claimed her lips with his. Her words were swallowed whole.
“Mm…”
Xiao Si expertly deepened the kiss, greedily savoring her sweetness as their lips and tongues entwined.
A long moment passed before he let her go.
Their foreheads rested against each other as they panted softly.
“What’s mine is yours—you don’t need to separate anything between us. The money will inevitably end up in your pocket someday anyway.”
His thumb gently traced her reddened lips in a slow, teasing motion.
“Or, you could choose to offset it in other ways.”
His words carried a clear implication, which Lan Yan naturally understood.
“You’re awfully pleased with yourself.”
With that, she swatted his hand away and widened the distance between them.
Having spent considerable time with Xiao Si, Lan Yan understood him well. If given even a sliver of opportunity, he would push boundaries and make further outrageous moves.
Thus, she resolved to deny him even the smallest chance.
“Since you put it that way, I won’t bother transferring the money.” She added.
Xiao Si chuckled faintly at her remark.
Leaning back lazily, he said, “Guess who I ran into at the hospital today?”
This abrupt change of topic caught Lan Yan off guard, yet she asked anyway, “Who?”
Xiao Si turned his head to look at her, announcing the name: “The youngest son of the Dong family.”
He recognized Dong Junhao from having previously researched the Dong family when viewing his photographs.
Lan Yan froze briefly but showed no surprise.
Noticing her calm reaction, Xiao Si raised an eyebrow, “You knew?”
Lan Yan nodded, “Several days ago, he fainted near the hospital restroom—I happened to be there.”
The confusion lingered as she asked, “How did you end up encountering him?”
“I admitted him to the cardiothoracic ward.” Xiao Si replied matter-of-factly.
Caught off guard, Lan Yan’s brows furrowed. “He doesn’t have heart issues—why admit him there?”
Casually shrugging, Xiao Si said, “He insisted, and I couldn’t refuse. So I simply obliged.”
Lan Yan: “…What is he up to?”
Dong Junhao’s arrival seemed suspiciously abrupt. Instead of concealing his identity, he had revealed himself prematurely.
Xiao Si simply replied, “Who knows what he’s planning? Regardless, stay far away from him—he might seem jovial on the surface, but deep down, he’s a schemer.”
Both knew full well what Dong Junhao’s agenda was.
Unspoken, both understood his return was likely for the bone marrow.
Xiao Si, however, chose not to broach the topic.
“Enough about that mood-spoiler. Let’s focus on something else.”
Before Lan Yan could decipher his intent, his towering figure pressed down swiftly.
“You—mm…”
One arm wrapped firmly around her slender waist, pulling her closer, while the other supported her head.
Their bodies pressed tightly against each other.
Lan Yan felt his warmth radiate, rising steadily.
Trapped by his hold, she couldn’t budge. The gentle yet tantalizing kiss consumed her senses, making her shiver and leaving her entire body pleasantly tingling.
Moreover, an unfamiliar sensation surfaced within her—a yearning itch in her heart.
The physical reaction was unfamiliar yet unmistakable.
Still, Lan Yan managed to retain some composure.
With unyielding effort, she pinched his waist hard.
Instantly, Xiao Si released her.
“Ow… You’re murdering your husband, aren’t you?”
Breaking free from her lips, Xiao Si glanced down at her and complained with mock indignation, “You’re cruel—you went all in on that pinch! What am I supposed to do if you ruin my waist?”
That pinch was merciless—Lan Yan wasn’t holding back.
With a pointed look at a certain spot down below, Lan Yan countered, “I didn’t target that part. You should be thankful for my restraint.”
Xiao Si: “…You’re this ruthless? Do you even have the heart to do it?”
“Want to find out?” Lan Yan shot back.
“…”
“If not, then move off me already.”
Lan Yan was overwhelmed by the heat emitted from his body.
While she trusted he wouldn’t cross certain boundaries for now, situations like these could escalate unexpectedly.
Besides, she could tell he was already responding biologically.
When Xiao Si hesitated, she nudged him urgently, “Get up—quickly.”
Reluctantly, Xiao Si pursed his lips and obeyed, standing.
Lan Yan adjusted her slightly disheveled clothing before glancing at him, clearing her throat softly, “Maybe… take a cold shower?”
Xiao Si replied with pitiful resignation, “Cold showers aren’t good for your health if you take too many.”
Lan Yan arched a slender brow and tentatively offered, “…Should I play you a song from the Heart Clarity Spell?”
“…”
Later that evening as they sat down for dinner, Liang Yun eyed Xiao Si’s despondent expression and asked, “What’s with the face? You’re not brooding just because I used your card with Lan Yan this morning, are you?”
“Do I look that stingy?”
“Good, then.”
Mrs. Xiao didn’t press him further—she deemed the matter trivial.
She shifted her focus to Lan Yan, wearing an affectionate smile. “Yanyan, eat more—you’re far too thin.”
“Alright, Aunt Yun.”
Lan Yan surveyed the dishes before her; they touched her deeply—they were all her favorites.
Furthermore, Mrs. Xiao had intentionally ordered for the dishes to be placed conveniently within her reach.
Mrs. Xiao initially intended to discreetly kick Xiao Si under the table, signaling him to serve Lan Yan food.
On her first attempt, she accidentally kicked Mr. Xiao’s foot instead.
Mr. Xiao frowned at her in confusion, “What’s the matter?”
Without answering him, Mrs. Xiao tried again, aiming this time at Xiao Si’s leg.
“Mrs. Liang, can’t you just eat without kicking me?”
Mrs. Xiao: “…”
She hadn’t anticipated her son exposing her outright.
Lan Yan blinked at her in puzzlement.
Liang Yun glared fiercely at her son, muttering through clenched teeth, “I’ve got restless legs—happy now?”
After dinner, Lan Yan accompanied Mrs. Xiao on a walk around the courtyard.
Upon returning, Mrs. Xiao headed to her room.
Lan Yan also went to the guest room Mrs. Xiao had arranged for her.
The room, coincidentally, was directly across from Xiao Si’s.
It was evident Mrs. Xiao had planned it this way on purpose.
She didn’t directly set Lan Yan up in Xiao Si’s room—her restraint was admirable.
Once inside, Lan Yan responded to several messages on WeChat before heading into the bathroom.
The room was fully stocked, especially the wardrobe, which was filled with clothes in her size.
Judging by the setup, this wasn’t recent—it seemed prepared well in advance.
Meanwhile, Mrs. Xiao sat cross-legged on her bed, engrossed in the iPad she was holding.
Mr. Xiao approached and noticed her browsing flight options.
“Honey, why are you booking flights? Planning a private getaway for us?” He asked.
Without lifting her gaze, Mrs. Xiao replied,
“We’re old enough to total over a century combined. What private getaway? I’m buying tickets for Yanyan and that rascal Xiao Si.”
Mr. Xiao: “…”
Unbeknownst to the two individuals targeted by her plans, their upcoming days were already thoroughly scheduled.
The night spread like thick ink beneath the moonlight, flowing silently in its glow.
Late into the night, Lan Yan suddenly awoke.
She reached out to switch on the bedside lamp—and then noticed a shadow on the balcony.
Upon identifying the face, she was utterly speechless.
“Xiao Si, what are you doing here in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Why are you sneaking into my room?”