The frustrating events of today left Ji Yu feeling uneasy.
After returning home from work, sitting on the sofa and going over the day's events felt ridiculously terrifying.
Yesterday during the day, she had just divorced her husband of three years whom she hadn't seen, and by the evening, ended up having a one-night stand with her ex-husband.
She had sworn she wouldn't see him again, only for her ex-husband to show up with his mistress a few hours later, forcing her to listen to the mistress badmouthing her to her face.
It was absurd to the point that absurdity itself seemed mundane.
After a busy day, Ji Yu remembered that she hadn't checked her WeChat messages, which were probably overloaded by now.
Ji Yu hurriedly took out her phone from the bag, and sure enough, as soon as it was turned on, 99+ messages popped up on the screen.
Feng Qinqin: How was the battle last night?
Isn't the publicist I found for you especially handsome?
How do you feel about him?
Where are you?
Hurry up and reply!
Still sleeping?
Faced with the message bombardment, Ji Yu held her forehead in exasperation but indulgently read all the messages.
How should she explain to her friend that the publicist from last night was actually the husband she had never met during three years of marriage!
While considering how to reply to her friend's messages, a video call came in on her phone.
Ji Yu picked it up and, indeed, speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrives.
The call connected: "Darling, how did it feel last night? Wasn't it great?" Feng Qinqin said, making a satisfied expression.
This expression amused Ji Yu, whose bad mood from the whole day turned to sunshine.
Feng Qinqin looked at Ji Yu's furrowed brow in disbelief and asked, "What's wrong, darling? Why do you seem unhappy? Could it be that the publicist didn't perform well? Such a waste of a good face."
"It shouldn't be. I looked around the men and found the best one for you! I couldn't have been wrong!"
"Stop, stop, stop, stop your wild thoughts!"
Facing Feng Qinqin's increasingly outrageous comments, Ji Yu quickly interrupted her.
If she didn't, who knows what more outrageous things she might say.
"Alright, alright, I'm done teasing you. So, what happened to you today?" Feng Qinqin asked, seeing Ji Yu's relaxed brows, and dropped her frivolous demeanor.
Faced with her friend's inquiry, Ji Yu recounted everything that happened from last night to today.
For this sudden gossip, Feng Qinqin was so shocked that her mouth almost wouldn't close.
"What did you say? The person I found for you last night was your ex-husband whom you just divorced in the morning?"
"And he came to you at noon with his mistress for a consultation?"
This kind of twist was beyond what Feng Qinqin could have ever imagined.
"Tsk tsk tsk, honey, you could write a novel about this. It's so absurd that you actually encountered it."
"Stop joking; I couldn't wait to stay away from it!" Ji Yu instantly rejected her friend's banter without a second thought.
After all, who would want such a mess, divorcing the ex and rolling back together shortly after?
"Alright, didn't I say that because you seemed unhappy? And you encountered your ex parading his mistress in front of you, so I was comforting you!"
Ji Yu understood her friend's good intentions and didn't say much more; they chatted about other things and then hung up.
Early the next day, Gu Qixiao was already in the ward, waiting for Song Xuan's surgery to begin.
"Brother Xiao, after today, my face will finally be healed, and we can finally be together." Song Xuan smiled shyly, imagining the beautiful scenes of their future together, and threw herself into Gu Qixiao's arms.
Gu Qixiao had grown numb to Song Xuan's habit of throwing herself into his arms over the past three years.
After all, if he refused, Song Xuan would act crazy and constantly remind him that Song Tingdong died trying to save him.
When Ji Yu walked into the ward to explain the final pre-op precautions, this was the scene she saw.
Seeing Ji Yu enter, Gu Qixiao instinctively wanted to push Song Xuan away.
Song Xuan was pushed away by Gu Qixiao, looking at Ji Yu with incomparable resentment in her eyes.
But it quickly passed. After yesterday's commotion, Song Xuan knew that stirring up trouble now was pointless, as she still needed Ji Yu for her face to recover.
But just you wait, Ji Yu, once my face is healed, I will definitely scar your face.
So you can no longer seduce my Brother Xiao; he can only be mine.
For a moment, the atmosphere in the ward became awkward.
Ji Yu finally broke the weird atmosphere, "Sorry to disturb you two."
Upon hearing this, Gu Qixiao wanted to explain himself, but Song Xuan spoke first. "You knew you were disturbing yet barged in without knocking; you did it on purpose, didn't you?"
Song Xuan's comment made Gu Qixiao furrow his brow in displeasure, but he didn't refute her.
After contact with Song Xuan yesterday, Ji Yu had a bit of understanding of Song Xuan's character, guessing it was likely because Gu Qixiao spoiled her, making her so brazen.
So Ji Yu didn't say much more; after giving her instructions, she left the ward to prepare.
Watching Ji Yu leave, Gu Qixiao wanted to chase after her, but Song Xuan wouldn't let go, so Mr. Xiao had no choice but to give up.
As the surgery time approached, Song Xuan still clung to Gu Qixiao's hand.
"Brother Xiao, if after the surgery my face isn't healed, you must not let that Ji off!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Yu found it amusing.
Threatening the surgeon responsible for your operation before surgery, should she call her naive or pitifully foolish?
"Your face will definitely heal this time." Gu Qixiao couldn't help but interrupt Song Xuan, after investing so much time and effort, yet here she was, trying to intimidate the painstakingly invited doctor on the verge of surgery.
Song Xuan didn't sense the impatience in Gu Qixiao's words; she only felt that he cared about her at this moment.
Standing aside, Ji Yu was so embarrassed she was almost rolling her eyes skyward.
The most speechless thing in the world might be listening to your ex-husband exchange tender words with his mistress at this moment.
"Doctor Ji, Song Xuan is in your hands now!"
Suddenly, Gu Qixiao solemnly entrusted Song Xuan to Ji Yu, almost causing Ji Yu's eyes to roll back fully, grateful for her quick reflexes.
But hearing her ex-husband being so considerate of his mistress, she couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable.
Xiao has me in his heart; he'll definitely be mine eventually.
The three of them each had different thoughts, and no one truly understood Gu Qixiao's intentions; later on, he would often be brought up by Ji Yu and blamed for this incident, but that's another story.
"As a doctor with professional ethics, I will absolutely do my best."