Forensic Doctor, Moe Wife

Tang Yan did not see her. He was cold and his eyes were sharp. Nobody knew what he was thinking. Feng Shanshan suddenly felt that with his physique and temperament, people might believe that he was a murderer who worked as an undercover agent at the police station.

“Can you sometimes… smile?” Feng Shanshan lifted the corners of her lips and asked Tang Yan.

“There’s nothing for me to smile for.”

Feng Shanshan was speechless.

“I think I might fail my exams because of your cold face!”

“Then don’t look at me.”

Feng Shanshan was speechless again.

Sure enough, she could not anticipate much from that man.

“I’m going home.” Feng Shanshan took off her gloves and glared at Tang Yan. “You’re staying here, right?”

Tang Yan stared at her for a while and said, “There’s a lot of work at the police station.”

“Okay.” Feng Shanshan nodded. She did not fiddle around, but packed her things and left the police station. She had to go to campus to study and prepare for her exams.

Tang Yan watched her leaving the police station. It was so cold. After much contemplation, he caught up with her and gave her the car key. “Help me to bring my car home.”

“Why don’t you drive the car yourself?” Feng Shanshan rolled her eyes.

“There’re many cars in the police station.”

Although Feng Shanshan was complaining, she still grabbed the car key from Tang Yan. She had driven a sports car before, but she had never driven an off-road vehicle. Thinking of this, she did not feel that gloomy anymore.

Going back into the police station, Tang Yan was laughed at by the other colleagues. “Officer Tang, why don’t you send the girl back home? It’s so late already. What if she encounters danger?”

Tang Yan glanced at the person and asked, “Why don’t you do it instead?”

“Look at you. I’d do it if I’m like you, tall and handsome, smart and fit, right?” He laughed and said, “Officer Tang, you’re such a workaholic.”

Tang Yan did not say anything. They would never understand his intention. Even Feng Shanshan thought that Tang Yan was just asking for her help to bring his car home.

Once home, Feng Shanshan parked the car and went into the house. Suddenly, Feng Shanshan froze. She felt that she was too much in occupying his house.

She drove his car and had his keys. They had made it clear before that they were simply sex partners and nothing would change. But why did she have a feeling that she was the female owner of this house?

Looking at her house, although deserted, she thought, that was supposed to be her home, right?

Feng Shanshan could not understand and did not think much. She took a shower and changed into the nightgown she brought from her house.

Tang Yan went home after midnight. He tried to be as quiet as possible, but Feng Shanshan still heard him and woke up. She was not sleeping well.

“Your colleague sent you back?”

“Mm-hmm.” Tang Yan nodded.

“But I didn’t hear the sound of the car engine.” Feng Shanshan continued.

“I’m going to take a shower.”

Tang Yan was too lazy to talk to Feng Shanshan. He simply went into his bedroom and got some clean clothes.

“Workaholic.” Looking at the clock on the wall, Feng Shanshan rolled over on the sofa and continued sleeping. Apart from his sexy body, she thought that this man was weird in every way. Did he become a weirdo because he lived alone for too long? But why? She did not give up on herself just because she was lonely.

When Tang Yan entered the bathroom and saw a small plant there, he frowned subconsciously. He did not like to have such things in the bathroom. It was obviously Feng Shanshan who put it there.

So, he went to his study.

The next day, when Feng Shanshan woke up and wanted to make breakfast, she found it rare that Tang Yan still hadn’t gone to work. She previously thought that Tang Yan was a superman.

However, he did not simply rest at home. Instead, he wore boxing gloves and practiced boxing with a sandbag in his training room.

“Is it so hard for you to sleep?”

“I thought you always go out around this time.” Tang Yan ignored her question and continued practicing.

Looking at his wide back and the sweat droplets sliding down his body, Feng Shanshan suddenly felt hot.

Damn it, it’s coming.

“I’m going out now.” Feng Shanshan turned around to stop herself from salivating for that man. “I’ve made breakfast for you. It’s on the table. Although the professor told me you don’t have the habit of eating breakfast, I think you should consider eating some for the sake of your stomach.”

Having said that, she left.

When Tang Yan heard the door closing, he stopped and took off his gloves as he headed to the dining room.

He sat at the table, picked up the glass of milk and took a sip. It was only a sip, but he spat it out.

Right at that moment, Feng Shanshan came back because she forgot her documents.

Seeing Tang Yan spit out the milk, she frowned and approached him. But he stopped her. “Aren’t you leaving?”

“What’s wrong?” Feng Shanshan asked. “I didn’t put poison in it. Are you lactose intolerant? Even if you are, you wouldn’t throw up right after consuming it, would you?”

“It’s none of your business,” Tang Yan said coldly. “I’m particularly sensitive to certain things.”

Feng Shanshan was speechless.

“But I’ve seen you drink milk in the evening before. You must be traumatized from eating breakfast.” Feng Shanshan stared at him. “Is that the reason you don’t take breakfast?”

“Stop being a busybody,” Tang Yan muttered, and went into the bedroom.

She crossed her arms on her chest. “You should at least wipe the floor clean, eh?”

This man had surely been traumatized. Feng Shanshan was almost sure of it. She wondered if he spat out the food the professor stuffed into his mouth yesterday morning.

Although she kept complaining, she still cleaned the floor before leaving.

She wondered if she would be infected with that quirk if she lived under the same roof long enough.

Feng Shanshan did not think much of it. All she was thinking about now was the final exam. Although Mu Qiqi did not want to fight for first place, Feng Shanshan still wanted to see who was better.

After a short while, Tang Yan came out of the room and saw the sandwiches Feng Shanshan prepared for him. He did not eat them, but he put them in the fridge.

He had tried, but after so many years, he still could not accept it.

…

At Sheng Ting University, during the second class in the morning.

Feng Shanshan sat in the classroom absent-mindedly. When she saw Mu Qiqi, she asked, “Qi, let me ask you. What kind of trauma does a person have to suffer in order to hate eating breakfast to the extent that he will throw up after taking just a bit?”

“Who are you talking about?” Mu Qiqi asked curiously.

“Who else can it be? That low EQ man, of course.” Feng Shanshan pouted.

“You…”

“There’s nothing between us. Don’t imagine anything, okay? Don’t you want to know his story?”