Did That Doctor Successfully Remarry Today? Chapter 218 - 214: Getting Closer Again Four Years Later

Chapter 214: Reapproaching After Four Years

The man behind her also crouched down, his arms encircling the petite Jiang An, his burning breath slowly enveloping her, the posture laden with ambiguity.

After the long four years, drawing close once again stirred what was originally a calm heart.

He slled the faint jasmine scent on her, intoxicating as always.

Eventually, with Gao Chuan’s help, the toy car was cald, and Jiang An, embraced by the man, suddenly snapped back to her senses and quickly stood up, breaking free, her face unwittingly flushed red as fire.

The man’s recent approach clearly crossed the line, and Jiang An hurriedly fled, her eyes half-filled with urgency.

"I... I can do it myself!" she said to the man still squatting on the ground.

The situation was now clear – the more he approached, the more she fled.

Gao Chuan watched the woman, like a startled deer escaping from his embrace, his attractive brows slightly furrowed as he slowly withdrew his hands hanging in mid-air.

Only when Jiang An led a small child to the sofa did he slowly stand up, moving to sit alone in a corner, browsing through his phone.

The man had taken off his coat upon entering, his white shirt and black trousers outlining a dignified temperant; he casually sat on the sofa, seemingly indifferent as he scrolled through ssages on his phone, his cool gaze deepening.

The two sat at opposite ends of the sofa, as if nothing had happened.

Yanyan had already taken the remote control from Jiang An’s hand, mischievously climbed onto her lap, and innocently asked, "Sister, why did daddy ask to call you Aunt?"

Gao Yu’s inadvertent title was rembered by the child, and Jiang An, looking down at Gao Yan with a questioning face, fell into deep thought.

She glanced inadvertently at Gao Chuan, who was engrossed in his phone on the other side, his expression as calm as still water.

Jiang An took Yanyan’s little hand and patiently explained, "Yanyan, I am no longer your Aunt."

Gao Chuan on the other side of the sofa heard this and his gaze slightly trembled, remaining silent.

The child’s curiosity was piqued, persistently asking the woman, "Was she my Aunt before, then?"

Jiang An looked down at Yanyan who was curiously staring with big watery eyes as if waiting for her response, instantly feeling troubled.

Indeed, she and Gao Chuan had divorced before Yanyan was born and was never really the child’s Aunt.

"Sister and uncle separated before Yanyan was born, so I was never Yanyan’s Aunt," she explained palely, aware that a three-year-old might not understand what divorce ans.

Yanyan nodded in her arms, thought with his own logic for a while, and then raised his head to say, "So sister was uncle’s wife before, just like mom is dad’s wife, right?"

The innocent words from the child felt like a knife stabbing into the hearts of the two adults beside him.

Jiang An, facing the naive inquiry from the child, fell silent and did not respond, feeling a bitter sweetness overflooding inside.

The relationship between her and Gao Chuan, having been married and then divorced, was ultimately hard to clear away.

Fortunately, the housemaid ca out from the kitchen and distracted Yanyan by calling him, which allowed Jiang An to escape a tough situation and head to the dinner table with the child. Gao Chuan, who remained on the sofa, watched the departing figures of the two with a dim light in his eyes.

She was deliberately avoiding him just now, seeing him as if seeing a plague. Could it be that she really finds him that terrifying?

The ingredients on the dining table were fully prepared. Thoughtful Ji Wanwan, considering that Jiang An had stayed abroad for a long ti and might not be able to handle spicy food, specially prepared a dual-flavor hotpot. The child was taken away by the maid, leaving the four adults to take their seats one after another.

Gao Yu had been scolded by Ji Wanwan in the kitchen and imdiately corrected his way of addressing her from "sister-in-law," also refraining from bringing up the past.

Luckily, with Ji Wanwan there, Jiang An didn’t need to be overly restrained. The al was quite pleasant. During which, Gao Yu’s suggestion of having a drink was sternly rejected by Ji Wanwan’s glare.

The couple occasionally exchanged glances, or Ji Wanwan would subtly kick Gao Yu under the table to remind him not to misspeak. To the other two, it seed like a display of affection.

"What are you drinking, forgot your own issues!" scolded Ji Wanwan. Gao Yu could only obediently put down the red wine, looking every bit the part of an old married couple in their familiarity.

Seeing this, Jiang An couldn’t help but chuckle, bowing her head to eat the tripe in her bowl. Silently, a bowl of fish slices was passed from beside her. She slightly raised her head to see Gao Chuan sitting next to her, still wearing an unsmiling expression.

She loved fish, a fact well-known by Fang Qing and other close friends around her.

Now, the subtle gesture from Gao Chuan took her by surprise.

Gao Chuan was never one to care so considerately for soone.

Ji Wanwan, noticing his little action, quickly added fuel to the fire by placing two slices of fish into the pot herself, "Jiang An, you love fish. Let add so for you."

Jiang An, in a daze, nodded her head, not touching the fish beside her during the entire al.

After dinner, which ended around eight in the evening, Ji Wanwan, noticing it was getting late, arranged for a driver to take Jiang An ho.

Gao Chuan also left shortly after. Actually, he hadn’t expected to et Jiang An at Gao Yu’s house today. He moved into the villa next door two years ago on his parents’ request and had been neighbors with Gao Yu ever since. Knowing that he was often too lazy to eat alone, Gao Yu would from ti to ti invite him over for als, thinking today was just another usual day of hotpot after work.

But upon entering, he was imdiately struck by the sight of Jiang An under the orange light, her graceful figure vivaciously dancing around, holding a water gun and laughing brilliantly like a child.

The interplay of light and shadows beautifully outlined her captivating facial features.

He was startled, standing still, entranced by the playful scene.

mories, like splashes of watercolor, gradually diffused in his mind.

He rembered that breezy autumn, a particularly long rainy season that year. Exhausted, he was dealing with the blind dates arranged by Shen i, yet lingered in the café all afternoon because of a girl’s smile.

Perhaps he did not even realize that it was the first ti in his life he had taken the initiative to get close to soone.

The story thereafter was long, but the ending was rather hasty.

The long night fell, and the man lay sunk in the soft mattress, the room dimly lit. He reached into the nightstand beside him and pulled out a cigarette.

With a "snap," a faint fla briefly illuminated, casting light on his handso profile.

He was still silently pondering today’s brief contact with the woman, feeling their mixed breaths, he heard his own heart pounding.

Just like that autumn.