Chapter 321: Chapter 318 Perfume Scent
"And then there were the things he did later, they just made it more and more impossible for me to accept him."
"On the contrary, I feel like not having children was a very correct decision."
"But now that he’s gone, I’m planning to get back to a normal life."
"Naturally, I have to get my body in shape; otherwise, how could I explain it to a new husband if I remarried? I can’t be a chicken that doesn’t lay eggs."
After making his judgment, Doctor Zhang wrote a prescription for Li Lan.
"Take good care of your health, it’s just that the ingredients in this prescription are quite expensive, costing five figures for one dose."
Li Lan wasn’t surprised when she saw the price.
"If you think this is too expensive, I can change it for you,"
"using some more cost-effective but equally effective ingredients, though they won’t work as well as the current ones."
"But you’re young, you should have plenty of time."
As Doctor Zhang was about to write a different prescription, Li Lan refused.
"No need, this prescription is very good, money is not an issue for me."
"There’s something I forgot to mention, all the money and things my husband made over the years were left to me."
"That’s also why I didn’t go to his funeral, if I had gone, his relatives would have forced me to give it all up."
"But I didn’t want to. I’ll use his money to get my wreck of a body back into shape and prepare for a new life."
"Doctor Zhang, you’re my lifesaver. I want to invite you to dinner tonight, do you have time to join me?"
"Don’t worry, it’s just a simple meal, I’m not planning anything else."
Seeing how earnest Li Lan was, Zhang Hao nodded and agreed.
"Alright, I’ll get off work in a bit, and we’ll go together."
Having plans for the evening, Zhang Hao sent a WeChat message to He Qianhui, letting her know he’d be home later that night.
At that very moment, He Qianhui was busy running back and forth in the building materials market.
She agonized for a full half hour over just the tiles and wood boards, unable to make a decision.
The phone numbers of several building material shop owners were saved, ready to let Zhang Hao decide that evening.
Upon receiving the message, He Qianhui, knowing Zhang Hao would be back later, decided to grab a quick bite by herself.
At seven in the evening, Li Lan brought Zhang Hao to an antique-looking restaurant.
The room arranged in advance, as soon as they entered, the waiter served them a cup of tea each.
Actually, Zhang Hao felt that the bond between him and Li Lan wasn’t deep.
At most, they had exchanged a few words, and he didn’t understand why Li Lan treated him so differently.
"Miss Li, what are you planning to do with all that property you have?"
"I imagine your husband’s relatives won’t let this go so easily."
"As a woman alone, you have to be very careful in all respects."
Li Lan took a sip of tea: "Thanks for the reminder, Doctor Zhang, I’ve already planned to move abroad."
"Those people don’t really deal with me, and once I leave here, finding me will be harder than reaching the sky."
"As for these things here in the country, the ones I can sell, I’ve already asked friends to help arrange."
"And those I can’t sell in a short time have all been rented out, at least so that they won’t squat in my nest."
"I hope that by doing this, my life can sail smoothly."
Seeing that Li Lan had arranged everything, Zhang Hao wasn’t so worried anymore.
"Well then, congratulations on escaping your past troubles and embracing a new life, I’ll toast you with tea instead of wine."
Li Lan also lifted her teacup: "If Doctor Zhang ever wants to travel abroad, remember to find me. I’ll definitely be your guide and show you around properly."
"This is my contact information abroad. Please keep it safe."
After the meal, Zhang Hao intended to see Li Lan home, but she refused.
"I have plans with friends tonight, and I’ll be heading there shortly. Doctor Zhang, it’s getting late, you should hurry back home and spend time with your loved one," she said.
As she spoke, a red sports car pulled up in front of Zhang Hao.
Li Lan walked straight over, opened the car door, and got in.
In a thunderous roar, the red sports car shot off like an arrow leaving the string and was gone.
Back home, Zhang Hao found He Qianhui sitting on the living room sofa, looking at a thick stack of brochures.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I’m choosing the decoration style for our house. I really like these few; can you help me see which one is the best?" she responded.
Standing at the doorway, Zhang Hao had changed his shoes and taken off his coat.
He answered casually, "Is it that hard to choose? Have you changed your favorite decoration style again recently?"
He Qianhui, who was applying a face mask, turned her head to look at Zhang Hao.
"Isn’t the minimalist style popular lately? It looks nicer," she observed.
"But I also like the complexity of the European style. I’m really so torn," she added.
Zhang Hao came over and carefully looked through the brochures.
He paid special attention to the few that He Qianhui had singled out.
Right now, the two of them were putting their hearts into their little home, which felt like such a blissful thing.
"Finally, we have our own home," he said, "the feeling is just wonderful."
"Do we still have the layout of the house?" Zhang Hao asked.
"Yes, but how about I draw you one?" He Qianhui suggested.
Having lived in that house for a long time, He Qianhui knew it like the back of her hand, including how many walls and rooms there were.
She took out some paper and a pen and quickly sketched a rough diagram.
"Which part of this house are the load-bearing walls? Should we knock down all the walls except for those?" she inquired.
"Even the bathrooms? Do you want an open kitchen too?"
Zhang Hao couldn’t hide the smile on his face and said softly, "It’s so much hassle, opening and closing doors all the time."
"That way, we could shift our battleground anytime, whether in the kitchen or the bathroom, don’t you think?"
"I’m talking to you about decoration, and you... why do you bring that up with everything?" she protested.
"What’s wrong with that? If you’re not happy about it, then forget I said anything," he replied.
However, just that one comment from Zhang Hao had already led He Qianhui to her wild thoughts.
If they really did knock down all the non-load-bearing walls in that house, it would become a very spacious open-plan space.
Then, wherever they wanted to go, it would be clear and unobstructed.
Zhang Hao could even carry her there.
"It’s not that we couldn’t knock them down, but we would have to design it carefully," she conceded.
"It wouldn’t be good if it turned out ugly," He Qianhui said.
"That’s why we need to find a reputable decoration company; we can’t let them mess around at will."
"It’s our home, after all. I’ll go with you tomorrow to check it out; it’s the weekend," he offered.
He Qianhui had been waiting just for him to say that.
"Alright, have you had dinner? If not, I’ll go cook you a bowl of noodles," she asked.
"I’ve eaten already. I had beef noodles with colleagues at the small restaurant outside the hospital," he said.
He Qianhui found it strange; as soon as she got close to Zhang Hao, she smelled a very faint scent.
It wasn’t the smell of disinfectant from the hospital.
But then she thought, there are so many female nurses in the hospital—what if it was one of their perfumes?
So she didn’t think too much of it and followed Zhang Hao to wash up and return to the bedroom.
After running around all day, He Qianhui was so tired she could hardly stand straight.
Zhang Hao was also worn out today, and for once, there was no sound throughout the night.
The two quietly held each other and fell asleep in an embrace.
