Savoring Your Intentions

Qing Jinye never expected to run into Wen Zhuo again when she looked her most disheveled. Too timid to face him, she pretended not to recognize him and ran away. Later, she dressed up carefully just to see him again. Sure enough, she got to meet the person she’d loved as a teenager once more. Qing Jinye pressed a hand to her racing heart. So no matter how much time passed, seeing the person you loved as a teenager could still make your heart flutter. As the top cardiac surgeon at Jing City First People’s Hospital, Wen Zhuo was handsome and never short of admirers. One day, while seeing patients, another woman asked for his contact information. Dr. Wen, in his white coat, raised the hand bearing a silver ring. “My wife is a little possessive. If she finds out, I might not be allowed back in the house tonight.” Later, Wen Zhuo found excuses to skip department dinners again and again. It wasn’t until one day when Qing Jinye brought him a lovingly prepared lunch that she learned his colleagues had dubbed her a “tiger wife.” Wen Zhuo’s student: “Professor’s wife, our professor hasn’t joined us for dinner in ages. We’re all about to forget what he looks like.” The cardiac surgery nurse: “Xiao Qing, how do you keep Dr. Wen in line? Teach me your secrets.” Wen Zhuo’s colleague: “Xiao Qing, don’t keep such a tight rein on Dr. Wen. You should let him come out and spend time with us.” That evening, Wen Zhuo brought home Qing Jinye’s favorite little cake, only to discover that the door code had been changed. Wen Zhuo: “Sweetheart, I’m home. Come open the door!” Qing Jinye: “Go clear my name and tell everyone I’m not a tiger wife.”