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Paranoid Doctor Only Loves Me

By a twist of fate, Tang Su discovered that the aloof male god she once had a crush on lived right across the hall. It had been eight years, and he did not remember her at all, so Tang Su had to tuck away her affections and pretend she didn't know him. Every time they met, she would properly call him "Doctor Lu." …… One day, while Lu Han was taking a nap, Tang Su slipped into his office. The duty nurse shot up in surprise, shouting "Stop" as she followed after Tang Su. By the time the nurse arrived, Tang Su was sitting in the chair, stretching out her leg to hook Lu Han's, coquettishly asking, "Doctor Lu, my leg hurts, could you take a look?" Lu Han stepped back and turned to the nurse, "You go out first, I'll handle this." The nurse nodded, considerately closing the door behind her while muttering to herself that she didn't know how many women had thrown themselves at Doctor Lu. Each one of them had left crying. After a while, the office door opened. The nurse looked up to see that Tang Su as expected, was limping out with reddened eyes. The nurse smiled knowingly, thinking that Tang Su had overestimated herself. Soon after, Lu Han hurried out of his office. He swept past the nurse, scooped Tang Su up at the waist, and carried her sideways back to the office. As he walked, he whispered to Tang Su, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me a while? Why are you walking around with a sore leg?" …… After they got married, Doctor Lu was often away for meetings, surgeries, and paid learning, hardly ever at home, not even answering phone calls, leaving Tang Su practically like a deserted bride. She wrote in her TikTok bio: "Living like a widow." Then— One stormy night, Doctor Lu came back. Before long, she changed her TikTok bio to: "Please spare me."

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080 A Light Celebration (2 more updates)_1

Over there, Lin Jiaojiao, flushed with embarrassment and anger, used both fists and feet, wishing she could scratch this thick-skinned scoundrel's face with her claws—if only her manicure hadn't been done so recently.

She would love for him to lose face as well.

"Have some shame, will you?" Lin Jiaojiao panted heavily.

She truly couldn't recall ever desiring a man unlike Lu Han—who was sophisticated, mature, and charming—who could completely subdue her, a woman who was said to put the flowers to shame and rival the beauty of celestial beings.

She did fancy someone in the style of Lu Han, but definitely not Lu Han himself, after all, other women might accept a younger lover, but Lin Jiaojiao absolutely could not.

Not even a minute younger.

Women naturally age faster than men, so if she found someone younger, wouldn't there come a day when people would see them together and ask the man if he was being filial by shopping with his mom?

That would be the end of it.