The Young Urban Doctor

Chapter 648: Chapter 648: Who Said We’re Family?
 

Yang Qingyin’s newly purchased house was spacious, with at least two hundred square meters split between two floors. Luo Ziling didn’t know how much houses cost in Yanjing, but he was sure this one wasn’t cheap. However, considering his own substantial wealth and knowing Yang Qingyin came from a wealthy family, he didn’t dwell much on the financial aspects.

What preoccupied him the most was the thought of spending more time alone with Yang Qingyin, savoring the delightful possibilities to their fullest.

And when Yang Qingyin said to let things take their natural course, his mind drifted to considerations he hadn’t entertained before.

It might even become their true home someday. The prospect of living with Yang Qingyin, as husband and wife, sent Luo Ziling into raptures, and he couldn’t resist engulfing her in a fierce embrace, showering her with kisses.

“Let’s look around a bit more before we leave,” said Yang Qingyin, worried that she might lose control if they continued to be so intimate, and equally concerned that Luo Ziling might entertain similar thoughts. Regaining her composure, she stood up, her cheeks flushed, and said to Luo Ziling, “Even though the renovations have been completed for a while, some of the furniture is still new and has a strong odor. We should spend less time here for now and come back when the smell has dissipated.”

“Okay,” Luo Ziling readily agreed.

Just then, his phone rang. Luo Ziling quickly took it out to check the call.

The call was from Ling Ruonan, inquiring about when Luo Ziling would be available to come over and administer medical treatment to Old Mr. Ling. Ling Ruonan hoped Luo Ziling could come earlier today, as she intended to take him to see Ling Mingrui and Xie Enhua after his treatment of Ling Jinhua was finished.

“Let’s go earlier then,” Yang Qingyin whispered, leaning on Luo Ziling and tugging on his clothes before adding softly, “Treating the old master is important.”

Hearing Yang Qingyin’s directions, Luo Ziling immediately informed Ling Ruonan that he was free that afternoon and could come over whenever she was available.

After some thought, Ling Ruonan made her decision and told Luo Ziling, “Let’s make it three o’clock. I’ll have Wuyue come pick you up and we’ll meet at the house. I’ll take a shower first, and then we’ll go together.”

After hanging up with Ling Ruonan, Luo Ziling, who had risen and was tidying her clothes, said to Yang Qingyin, “Senior Sister, I’m going to see my mom in a bit. Where do you plan to go? Back to campus, or do you want to come meet my mom with me?”

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“No, I’ll go see Mrs. Ling another day when you’re both free,” Yang Qingyin shook her head, then suddenly seemed to recall something and spoke with a hint of despair, “Junior Brother, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel like your mom has become somewhat distant toward me.”

“How could that be?” Luo Ziling took hold of Yang Qingyin’s hand, “Isn’t she quite enthusiastic with you? How could she be distant?”

“I just have that feeling,” Yang Qingyin’s expression grew even more downcast, “It’s just a hunch! Maybe I’ve been too proactive in reaching out to her, and she misunderstood something. I think a capable woman like your mom doesn’t like it when the woman her son brings home shows off her abilities in front of her. I’ve given her that impression, so she’s changed her attitude toward me.”

“I’m sure you’re overthinking it,” Luo Ziling didn’t believe what Yang Qingyin was saying, as he had always felt that his mother was very warm to Yang Qingyin. “Anyway, I believe my mom will definitely like you. With me around, you have nothing to worry about.”

With that, he playfully tapped Yang Qingyin’s nose.

Each time Yang Qingyin took the initiative to visit Ling Ruonan with him, she was met with warm hospitality; there was no evidence of the coldness Yang Qingyin described.

Since Luo Ziling sounded so convinced, Yang Qingyin didn’t pursue the matter further.

After entering the room and not really taking a thorough look initially, Yang Qingyin then led Luo Ziling on a tour of all the rooms after getting out of bed.

Luo Ziling might not have understood much about interior decoration, but he had quite a few requirements for the study and made several suggestions of his own.

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“Then let’s do as you suggest, spruce up the study. When I’m in the mood, I can come over to write often.” Yang Qingyin had quickly regained her composure and said to Luo Ziling with a smile, “Whatever books you like to read, I’ll find a way to get them. As for music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, I think you must be more skilled than I am, so I’ll prepare all these things in advance.”

“If you invite me over, are you providing meals?” Luo Ziling leaned in close to Yang Qingyin’s face and said with a grin, “If you’re feeding me, I’ll come over to keep you company while writing often.”

“Don’t you know how to cook? At worst, I’ll assist you,” Yang Qingyin did not shy away, but instead faced Luo Ziling up close, “Isn’t one person who knows how to cook enough?”

“Ah, it seems like gender roles are reversed in society nowadays,” Luo Ziling shook his head and lamented, “Work that women do is now taken up by men.”

“That’s gender discrimination,” Yang Qingyin hummed with dissatisfaction, “Who decreed that women must be the ones to cook at home?”

“So what you mean to say is, I’ll be the one cooking at our home in the future?”

“Of course,” the words blurted out made Yang Qingyin herself a little incredulous, and she instantly blushed and kicked Luo Ziling lightly, “Stop it, who’s become family with you?”

“Hehe, whoever you say it is, I don’t mind.” Luo Ziling laughed even more shamelessly.

As a result, he received another kick from Yang Qingyin and had his face pinched several times.

“I think, the most annoying person in the world has to be you, and there’s no close second,” Yang Qingyin hummed in dissatisfaction while pinching Luo Ziling’s cheek, “How did I happen to meet someone like you?”

“Alright, go home and write a self-criticism, then post it on social media for me to see.”

“Why should I write a self-criticism?”

“Aren’t you feeling regretful? If you regret doing something wrong, you should write a self-criticism.” Luo Ziling giggled as he pinched Yang Qingyin’s tender cheek, “Let everyone appreciate your written words too!”

“Not at all!” Yang Qingyin lifted her head proudly, “If anyone should write, it’s you. Aren’t you the one who’s supremely talented and learned?”

“Wrong, my dear, where do you see me as merely ‘supremely talented and learned’? At least ‘extraordinarily talented in eight disciplines, stupendously learned in ten carriages,'” he joked.

“Pfft,” Yang Qingyin suddenly burst into laughter at Luo Ziling’s teasing, “I can’t stand you!”

After a bout of teasing, any trace of gloom in Yang Qingyin’s heart had completely vanished. When she parted ways with Luo Ziling, she did so with deep affection. “Junior, remember the promise you made to treat me well one day, to be my bodyguard, and to keep me safe while I sleep.”

Seeing Yang Qingyin’s bashful, yet incredibly charming appearance as she said this, Luo Ziling’s heart was greatly moved.

He even imagined the future scene where he and Yang Qingyin would manage their own cozy haven together.

To live with a beloved beauty for a lifetime, such days would be unspeakably wonderful.

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