[High-ranking officials in the Beijing circle + inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine + sober heroine + ultimate pulling + wife chasing crematorium]
Jiang Zhixian had been in love with He Wenyuan for three years, spent three years recuperating his body, and was even willing to give up the opportunity to study abroad.
But He Wenyuan only regarded her as a personal doctor on call and an obedient fiancée.
On the night when Xiao Qingmei returned to China, in order to appease her, he broke up with Jiang Zhixian.
"Birthdays happen every year, don't be ignorant."
Jiang Zhixian didn't cry, but just left a sentence calmly.
"Mr. He, medicine and stone can't cure it. Please ask someone to help you."
From then on, she completely disappeared from his world.
Later, He Wenyuan suffered from a migraine and was in so much pain that he frantically searched for her all over the world.
When we met again, she was Dr. Jiang, the youngest member of the National Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Standing next to her was a gentleman from an aristocratic family who was as gentle as jade.
He cornered her with red eyes and his voice was hoarse.
"Zhizhi, come home with me."
Jiang Zhixian looked indifferent.
"Mr. He, please queue up to register. I won't treat you anymore."
