I accidentally married my best friend's son

"Doctor Jiang, come for the ward rounds."

Cui Huizhu smiled awkwardly.

The attending physician Jiang Wei was no longer surprised by this scene and showed no expression.

There was a 90-year-old painter with a white beard who was lying on a hospital bed with only his eyeballs moving, and his young wife was lying in his arms!

"Don't worry about tomorrow's surgery. The doctors in charge are a top-notch team of experts."

"Master Li is truly special. We arranged for you to be the best experts in our hospital, but just because you're a man, they were all replaced."

"Young Master Li? Which Young Master Li?"

Cui Huizhu was completely confused. She was divorced and didn't know any Young Master Li.

Jiang Wei put down the record book, shook the thermometer, and walked straight to the bedside. "Handsome, please move aside a little. I'll take her temperature."

"Isn't your husband the eldest son of the Li family? It turns out you haven't gotten married yet." Only some people in the circle knew the specific name of the eldest son Li, and she didn't know it either.

Cui Huizhu's cheeks were flushed.

Isn’t the eldest son of the Li family chaebol the distinguished guest who does not want to show up in the VIP room of the Weiermingdu Hotel?

The feeling of lingering love and affection comes back like a conditioned reflex!

I could still seem to feel his body temperature, his movements, and his unbridled demands.

Cui Huizhu realized that her identity had been exposed!

As long as we check the hotel surveillance footage from that day, it would not be difficult to find her.

This wealthy young master is quite grateful! He even considers himself her husband. Could it be! Could it be? He really has fallen in love with her.

It’s scary to think about how it feels like entering a wealthy family and it’s like being in a deep sea.

Cui Huizhu felt that with her intelligence and knowledge, she was simply not capable of handling this role. So, she smiled at Dr. Jiang and said, "Young Master Li and I are just acquaintances. He's a jokester, so don't take him seriously. At most, we're just partners who've had in-depth discussions!"

Jiang Wei nodded.

"To be so attentive to a partner, you must have been a great help to him, right?"

Cui Huizhu thought about the little boy in her arms and hesitated for a few seconds. "I treated him before."

Jiang Wei was quite surprised. "So it's a doctor-patient relationship. I didn't expect you to be a doctor too. I met someone in the same field."

Cui Huizhu spoke frankly: "Actually, I work as a cleaner. I cured him using the most primitive method."

Jiang Wei was a cultured person, so he understood the implication and sighed, saying, "Heart disease needs heart medicine."

Cui Huizhu was talking about cleaning work, but the educated people heard it as something high-end.

Isn't cleaning someone's worries like cleaning? This metaphor is really apt!

"Cui Huizhu, you speak so artistically!"

Jiang Wei was somewhat impressed.

Cui Huizhu replied politely: "It's okay, art comes from life."

As they were chatting idly, Cui Huizhu noticed that the man in her arms arched his back again, and his handsome face was buried in the quilt.

Cui Huizhu felt that the hand under the quilt was not honest.

Some things need to be decided decisively. Jiang Wei didn't say it explicitly, so he must have suspected that she was playing both sides.

After Jiang Wei left.

Cui Huizhu hurriedly took out her mobile phone and clicked on the chat interface. She had to cut off her relationship with the chaebol's son. The two classes of people would never have any intersection again. She had given up because of cancer.

She patted her head gently under the covers and found the housekeeper's portrait.

"Your niece, Du Meilin, is getting married to your boss. Her illness has been cured. We are not from the same social class, so let's just cut off our connection!"

After thinking about it, I sent another one.

"You can delete me, or I can delete you, it's fine."

Li Junhao edited an expression in bed.

OK

After thinking about it, he continued to send: "I wish you happiness."

A red exclamation mark appeared on the screen!

Sister Cui has enabled friend verification. You are not her/his friend yet. Please send a verification request first. You can chat only after the other party passes the verification.

Li Tinghao rubbed his eyebrows, shrank his body down again, raised his forearm, and hugged the other person's thigh tightly.

This woman appears gentle and affectionate on the outside, but is decisive and ruthless on the inside. She will not linger and will not take away a single cloud!

He just wanted to chat a little more and talk to her face, as some things were difficult to say.

Sometimes the more you want to hold on to something, the easier it is to lose it!

Can he go back to the past?

Return to the world without Choi Hye-joo.

Assuming he has never seen the light, he can endure the darkness.

Lying in Choi Hye-joo's bed, Lee Jung-ho thought a lot.

There was no way my father would accept a woman like Choi Hye-joo into the Lee family.

Looking back, it seemed like he opposed everything I liked.

Only by sitting in the position of the leader of the Li family can you suppress everyone.

You no longer need others to judge your likes and dislikes.

The beds in the inpatient department were a bit small, and when I lay in the quilt, my big feet were sticking out.

Li Junhao covered his head and couldn't help but open the saved video and turned on the mute. The prank kiss happened again.

The woman responded to him openly.

The gentle gazes made it seem as if the whole world had melted.

And now, can he give her the promise?

If she knew her true identity, would she still be able to accept herself so openly?

The more I think about it, the more headache I get.

I tried to close my eyes, but still couldn't fall asleep.

You must attend tomorrow's dinner party for Aunt Qin's birthday.

The gifts haven't been chosen yet.

Aunt Qin has always been very picky, and this aspect gives her a headache every year.

My father dotes on Aunt Qin even more than on my younger brother Li Yunkai.

We'll talk about the gift tomorrow. "Honey, let's add each other as friends!"

Li Junhao jumped out of the quilt, one arm still around the woman's waist, and spoke in a coquettish tone, which made the woman want to protect him.

Cui Huizhu happily accepted it, and the two added each other as friends again.

This time, Lee Jung-ho used a large size, and his avatar was a racing car.

The online name is very dazzling [This account is married, please do not disturb]

Cui Huizhu browsed through her new husband's circle of friends for a while.

There are all kinds of cool sports cars and racing cars.

There were also ads for game cards, diving suits, kayaks, and weight loss meal replacements, and one included a missing dog notice.

Li Junhao was not idle either, and was also looking through her circle of friends.

A picture of a lottery betting station caught the eye, with the caption: I was reborn and remembered the winning numbers clearly. I spent 10 yuan and thought I could win 2.2 million yuan by clearing the prize pool.

In the end, the person didn't change, but the number did. How can I seek justice? Is this a game of rock-paper-scissors with me, and I have to go first?

A series of crying emojis.

Her ex-husband Zhou Dake loved buying lottery tickets and would nag about them every time he came home, so Cui Huizhu remembered this number very clearly.

Seeing this, Lee Jung-ho hugged Choi Hye-joo in his arms.

"Are you stupid? The water is deep here. Is it easy to earn 10? You're just throwing it away. If you want to be rich, you have to be down-to-earth. Your husband will help you get rich in the future!"

Cui Huizhu was naive, like an ignorant girl. "Isn't that how novels are written? The first thing you do after rebirth is to buy lottery tickets?"

Li Jung-ho patted her back, feeling the tenderness of motherhood, "I don't care about others, I would rather believe that there is rebirth in this world."