Xiang Zhilan looked down at Shen Muzhi and frowned: "Why are you holding on so tightly?"
Xiao Yi smiled and said, "Zhi Lan, Mr. Shen told me that you belong to him and that I shouldn't be delusional."
Xiang Zhilan blushed at his words and tried to pull her hand away, but Shen Muzhi held it tightly.
"Alright, stop showing off your love in front of me, hurry up and go home." Xiao Yi waved his hand with a smile.
Shen Muzhi turned around, holding Xiang Zhilan's hand, and pushed the wheelchair with one hand.
Once outside the gate, Xiang Zhilan pulled her hand away, saying, "You're hurting me. He can't see anymore."
Upon hearing this, Shen Muzhi released Xiang Zhilan's hand and gently stroked it, noticing that the back of her hand was indeed red from his pinching.
Xiang Zhilan's cheeks flushed from his touch. She pulled her hand away and hurried toward the car.
Shen Muzhi followed in his wheelchair.
A pair of eyes peeked out from behind the blinds of the consultation room, staring intently at the two people who boarded the car one after the other.
When Xiao Yi returned inside and saw her, he frowned slightly: "When did you arrive?"
His consultation room had two doors: one for receiving patients and the other for his own lounge. She had clearly come in from the lounge.
“I was in the lounge when that woman came in.” The woman turned her head and looked at Xiao Yi.
This woman bore a resemblance to Xiang Zhilan, but her eyes held a hint of ruthlessness and scheming.
"What do you want?" Xiao Yi asked, somewhat displeased but also helpless.
"You're my cousin, so there's nothing wrong with a cousin coming to catch up and have a chat," the woman said with a smile, feigning innocence.
"Ayan, are you still my cousin looking like this?" Xiao Yi looked at her face, his gaze darkening slightly.
“Why not? As long as my mom is still your aunt, I’m your cousin.” Su Yan sat on a rocking chair shaped like a wooden horse, gripped the handles firmly, rocked gently, and looked at Xiao Yi with a smile.
Xiao Yi frowned again, staring at Su Yan's face, and said, "If you continue like this, there's no way I can save you."
"Save me? Why would you save me? I'm perfectly fine as I am." Su Yan's smile deepened.
"You think it's good that you've transformed yourself into Su Yan? I think you're seriously ill." Xiao Yi's voice was deep, a stark contrast to his relaxed demeanor when chatting with Xiang Zhilan.
"Don't you really like my face? I remember you used to stare at me a lot when you came to the Su family." Su Yan stood up, walked up to Xiao Yi, gently grabbed his tie, brought her face close to his, and slowly brought her lips to his lips, while placing her other hand on his chest.
Just as her lips were about to touch his, Su Yan stopped, frowning. "Don't you like Su Yan? Aren't we similar enough? Why isn't your heartbeat changing at all?"
Xiao Yi pulled her hand away, took a step back, and said with a stern face, "Even if you make yourself look exactly like her, you are not her. I am not that confused."
Su Yan's face turned ugly, somewhat twisted and ferocious: "I'm your cousin, why do you like Su Yan more than me! Father does too, Brother Tingchuan does too, Shen Muzhi does too, even Mom does!"
"Then you should examine yourself. Why don't you live your own life? Why did you always try to imitate Su Yan since you were little? Nobody likes a copy. Why can't you understand that?" Xiao Yi said sternly, which was a rare occurrence for him.
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