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"Brother Su, do you have a date with your girlfriend again today?"
"When can you bring her to the gambling area to meet the brothers?"
"Yeah, thinking about it, it's been six or seven years, hasn't it?"
In the underground interrogation room of the gambling area, the brothers gathered together, discussing among themselves. Jing Su was the first among them to start dating, yet now, as he watched his brothers all getting married, he was still just a half-hearted player.
At this moment, silence was not an option; no one would let you be a mute.
Jing Su set down the tool in his hand, his mood seemingly not great. The only thing that stood out against the surrounding bloodshed was his white shirt.
"Nice shirt today, Brother Su. You must have spent quite a bit on it again?"
The brothers all knew that whenever it was Jing Su's date day, he would wear a white shirt, regardless of how cold or rainy it was.
"Come on, Brother Su! Who can wait six years like that?"
One remark snapped him out of his reverie.
Jing Su's expression clearly paused for a moment as he noticed a corner of a red box peeking out from under his coat—a ring box.
Today would determine everything.
At a well-known medical school in another country.
"Teacher Cheng, do you have a date with your boyfriend again this weekend?"
In the teaching office, several female teachers who had a decent relationship with Cheng Huai gossiped curiously.
Cheng Huai nodded while continuing to organize her post-class materials.
"I mean, Cheng Cheng, why haven't you two gotten married after dating for so long?"
Cheng Huai sighed and looked at the teacher who asked her question.
"Marriage is troublesome; I don't really like children."
At least that's how Cheng Huai felt. She was an anatomy professor, while Jing Su operated in the gray areas of society.
With such a background and family, she couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if she had children in the future. However, marriage didn't necessarily mean having kids, did it? "Cheng Cheng, even if you don't want children, what about your boyfriend? Doesn't he want them? Have you two talked about this?"
The barrage of questions made Cheng Hui feel that the people around her today were a bit harsh. "We don't mean anything by it; marriage is a matter between two people. Don't you think you should discuss it with him?"
"Is dating synonymous with marriage?" she retorted. Perhaps everyone had different definitions of marriage. For her, forming a family through marriage wasn't part of her plan.
Even Jin Su had pursued her for three years before finally winning her over. This year, she was about to turn thirty. Jin Su was two years younger than her. The passionate youth met the yearning for tranquility in her life. He pursued her relentlessly, and now here they were.
But at her age, did women still yearn for marriage and family? Cheng Hui didn't know. She often felt guilty for not being able to give Jin Su what he might want, yet every time she saw him treating her with such unwavering kindness, her heart softened.
She liked him, but perhaps there wouldn't be a marriage between them.
Suddenly, the office fell silent, as if everyone had deliberately slowed their breathing. Cheng Hui thought she had killed the conversation and grabbed her bag, preparing to leave for an appointment. As she turned around, she found Jin Su standing at the door, though she didn't know when he had arrived.
There was a moment of awkwardness and uncertainty. "You..." Cheng Hui's words caught in her throat as Jin Su called out to her with his usual sunny demeanor.
"Cheng Zi," he said.
Feeling a bit guilty, Cheng Hui deliberately avoided his gaze. As she passed by him, she instinctively reached out to take his hand.
Her hands, like Jin Su's, were not particularly smooth. Years of gripping surgical instruments had left calluses on her own hands, while Jin Su's hands were likely marked by the various calluses and scars from studying torture devices.
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