Marriage First, Love Later: The Soft and Obedient Little Wife of Mr. Lu - Chapter 128: Zhai Moyu & Sun Jiayi (Part 1)

Chapter 128: Zhai Moyu & Sun Jiayi (Part 1)

Sun Jiayi was an exceptionally intelligent woman, but her brilliance was confined to academic intellect.

Born into a family of medical professionals, she skipped grades frequently during her childhood due to her high IQ. Later, she tested into a special program for gifted youths, entered university in her early teens, and sailed through master’s and doctoral degrees effortlessly. Book knowledge was child’s play to her.

Yet during her childhood, when she basked in self-satisfaction and her family swelled with pride, no one could have predicted that this prodigious girl would grow up to perform rectal exams on men in a hospital, or examine that unsightly little stick between their legs.

Perhaps due to the oppressive academic environment of her youth, Sun Jiayi’s emotional development was remarkably delayed.

While her peers were navigating adolescent crushes, she was still battling through endless problem sets. When others were suffering through the dual pains of college entrance exams and teenage angst, she had already been fast-tracked into graduate studies, her only concern being beating the cafeteria rush.

So when a man forcefully invaded the territory of her emotions, Sun Jiayi didn’t even have the awareness to erect defenses. She willingly drowned in the bubble of this romance.

The outcome was inevitably disastrous, and painfully so.

But Sun Jiayi was resilient as a cockroach. She didn’t develop a fear of relationships because of it. She knew life’s focus wasn’t men—it was men’s rectums…

Sigh—

Sun Jiayi let out a long exhale. She had been working overtime for half a month straight. Every patient’s first move upon entering was to drop their pants. She was genuinely developing aesthetic fatigue.

What innocent young maiden should have to endure such visual assaults daily?

This was Haishi First Hospital, for heaven’s sake. Would it kill them to hire more staff for the andrology department?

Her phone chimed with a notification. Looking down, she saw a message from her best friend Song Shimu at the top of her chats, asking when she’d be free to go shopping together.

Her beautiful, kind-hearted best friend had all the luck—single for over twenty years since birth, then suddenly landed herself a great husband who came with an adorable baby boy. She was truly living the dream.

The schedule showed she had a day off tomorrow. Sun Jiayi finalized shopping plans with Song Shimu.

Summer in Haishi arrived with blistering intensity, the sun determined to melt everyone alive. The streets were filled with stunning women who commanded attention—summer was the season for showcasing beauty.

Arm in arm with Song Shimu, Sun Jiayi moved through every store, endlessly complaining about the bizarre patients at her hospital.

Women never have enough clothes. Once Sun Jiayi entered one particular store, she couldn’t bring herself to leave, convinced this shop should rightfully be her personal wardrobe.

When Song Shimu went downstairs to buy bubble tea, Sun Jiayi enthusiastically tried on clothes by herself.

She brought a water-blue floral princess dress with a low neckline into the fitting room. The zipper was in the back, but who would have thought this delicate-looking girl would be so inflexible? Sun Jiayi couldn’t manage to zip it up with her stiff upper limbs.

She had to call for staff assistance outside. The door suddenly swung open. As she turned around, Sun Jiayi naturally instructed:

Could you help mmmph—

Sun Jiayi’s mouth was covered. Her eyes widened as she stared at the strange man who had burst in. A cold sweat broke out all over her body as she recalled news reports about dismemberment cases.

Frowning deeply, Sun Jiayi struggled violently, but the man was clearly stronger. His powerful hands clamped tightly around her waist, while his long legs pinned down her frantically kicking limbs.

The man looked down at her, his features deep-set, his tall nose brushing past the hand covering her mouth, his profound eyes etched with calmness.

Shh—

Sorry, I’m on a mission. Please cooperate.

What kind of mission required such perverted behavior as entering a fitting room?

But Sun Jiayi stopped struggling. She stared blankly at the man’s face—he was handsome, as handsome as that bastard Lin Yufan!

Lin Yufan was Sun Jiayi’s stupid ex-boyfriend.

Lost in a mental fantasy of delivering left hooks, right hooks, high kicks, and even a spinning spiral kick to knock Lin Yufan to the ground, Sun Jiayi completely failed to notice that her unzipped dress had slipped to the floor, leaving her standing pressed against the man in only her underwear.

In the cramped space, the two were pressed tightly together, so quiet they could hear each other’s breathing.

When the man came to his senses, he froze, gazing at the woman’s dazed expression, especially those upturned fox eyes—so beautiful they captivated his heart.

A faint smile tugged at his lips as he crouched down to pull up her dress and help her into it.

But he hadn’t expected Sun Jiayi’s figure to be so striking—her skin glowing white, her long legs slender and well-proportioned, her narrow waist without a trace of excess fat, yet her chest full and enticing.

Composing himself, he adhered to propriety and averted his gaze. Even after he had finished helping her into the dress, Sun Jiayi remained staring blankly at his face.

Zhai Moyu couldn’t help but feel a surge of confidence in his looks. Was he really so handsome that he could mesmerize someone?

Leading her out, Zhai Moyu saw the wide-eyed staff and pulled out a black-gold card from his pocket, intending to pay—after all, he had offended her.

But Sun Jiayi finally snapped out of it and declined his offer, settling the bill herself. She furrowed her delicate brows, a hint of unreadable emotion in her eyes.

Later, when Song Shimu arrived, the two were surprised to discover that they were both friends of Song Shimu.

He learned her name was Sun Jiayi.

She learned his name was Zhai Moyu.

They thought the matter would end there—just a minor incident while shopping. But fate seemed to enjoy playing jokes, and the face Sun Jiayi loathed so deeply appeared before her once again.

Yes, in truth, Sun Jiayi’s first impression of Zhai Moyu wasn’t Wow, this guy is so handsome, but Damn, that face of a scumbag.

Of course, all of this was Lin Yufan’s fault—the wounds he had inflicted ran too deep.

Compared to Sun Jiayi’s embarrassment during their first encounter, Zhai Moyu’s embarrassment the second time was far more intense.

Embarrassment ought to be fair—one turn for each.

Their second meeting took place at the hospital, in Sun Jiayi’s office.

After finishing breakfast in the cafeteria, Sun Jiayi clocked in for work. The fennel and pork buns this morning were delicious—she had eaten three, though the soy milk was overly sweet.

Sun Jiayi poured herself a cup of hot water and began her day of routine check-ups with the chrysanthemum stick. Unexpectedly, so early in the morning, someone had already come for a urology appointment.

The display outside showed the first patient entering for examination. The door opened, revealing Zhai Moyu’s devastatingly handsome face.

Sun Jiayi wondered if she was still half-asleep, unsure how to react.

Zhai Moyu, equally taken aback, hadn’t expected the urologist to be a woman—and the very woman he had encountered in the fitting room during his mission a few days prior.

Zhai Moyu licked his lips, took half a step back, and glanced up at the doorplate. It indeed read Urology—he hadn’t mistaken the room.

He scratched his head awkwardly and tentatively asked, Aren’t there any male doctors?

This was a question Sun Jiayi faced countless times every day, pulling her wandering mind back to her role as a doctor.

Sun Jiayi maintained an expressionless face, her eyes calm and unruffled, answering in a serious tone.

Professor Zhang is away giving a lecture in S City, Professor Wang is on a business trip in the neighboring city. Currently, I’m the only one in the andrology department. In our eyes as doctors, there is no distinction between men and women, so don’t overthink it. Come in.

Zhai Moyu braced himself and walked in, gazing at Sun Jiayi’s clean, delicate face and her charming fox eyes that held both calmness and innocence.

He wondered which would be more embarrassing: turning around and leaving right now, or going through with the examination later.