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An Xiaoyue looked at the little duckling on the ground, and Yan Yan's words echoed in her mind.

How is it childish for her to play with a little duck model toy?

Who says mothers can't play with toys?

Moreover, during her pregnancy, Yan Yan said that the child in her womb would be mentally disabled simply because she didn't like her.

Yan Yan's words were really too much!

She would not allow Yan Yan to hurt her with words time and time again, nor would she ignore Yan Yan.

An Xiaoyue raised her eyes, her gaze cold and distant.

"What does my ring have to do with you? My life doesn't need your attention. You'd be better off spending more time on your studies, learning about jewelry, so you don't just jump to conclusions about rhinestones. Just because you haven't seen anything nice doesn't mean everything is cheap."

An Xiaoyue believed that with Fu Shengyang's abilities, he wouldn't try to fool her with a rhinestone.

She finished speaking in one breath, and Yan Yan tried to interrupt her several times, but failed.

At this moment, the anger in Yan Yan's eyes had reached its peak, as if it would breathe fire at any moment and burn her to ashes.

"What do you mean?" Yan Yan asked through gritted teeth. Did she know something?

An Xiaoyue smiled brightly. Dressed in all white, she was like a rose in the snow, beautiful yet with a chilling aura.

"Can't understand?" she said lazily with a hint of sarcasm. "You should brush up on your vernacular Chinese too."

Yan Yan's heart skipped a beat, and a flash of panic crossed her eyes.

An Xiaoyue, who usually just silently endures everything, actually dared to mock her today. She must have found out something.

If An Xiaoyue tells anyone, she's finished.

No!

Losing her temper, Yan Yan raised her hand, wanting to teach An Xiaoyue a lesson and let her know that she shouldn't say things carelessly.

An Xiaoyue noticed Yan Yan's emotional change and realized what she was about to do. Instinctively, she picked up the toy in her hand to stop Yan Yan from dropping it.

In the blink of an eye, a "snap" was followed by Yan Yan's cry of pain.

The fine snowflakes landed on An Xiaoyue's face, cool and refreshing, without any other sensation.

Yan Yan was stunned by the sudden turn of events. Her hand was caught in mid-air by the little duck toy, and she stood there dumbfounded.

Years of training and the pain in her face forced her to grit her teeth and swallow the question, "Who is it?"

"Oh dear, Yan, I'm so sorry." Leng Fangyi's voice came as the footsteps approached. "It's all Luo's fault. He turned his head and this little snowball hit your face."

Luo Xinyu also spoke up to defuse the situation, "It's my fault, it's my fault, Yan Yan, why don't you throw snowballs at me too?"

An Xiaoyue turned her head and looked at where Luo Xinyu was standing, about ten meters away from her and Yan Yan.

Yan Yan felt embarrassed and angry, but both Assistant Instructor Leng and Luo Xinyu had apologized, and everyone was watching her, so she couldn't show any anger.

She released her aching cheeks and smiled, "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all."

He casually wiped the snow off his face and brushed the snow off his chest.

Leng Fang stared at the red marks on her face, feeling very apologetic, and asked with concern, "Your face is all red, are you really alright? It's all my fault for hitting you too hard, I didn't expect it to hit your face."

I already said it's okay, why keep saying all that nonsense?

"It's really nothing, Assistant Teaching Assistant Leng, don't worry about it." She was so frustrated. She was the one who got hit, and she was expected to smile and greet him. "My skin is naturally delicate; it turns red easily when touched."

"Oh." Leng Fangyi understood. "I see. It's alright. But you must tell me if anything happens."

Yan Yan released her fists from her sides, her smile widening. "If Assistant Instructor Leng has nothing else, I'll go do my own thing now."

"Okay, go ahead, good luck!"

Yan Yan left with defiant steps, and An Xiaoyue's gaze fell on Leng Fangyi.

The gentle and modest Leng Fangyi actually has such a playful and cunning side.

The other person made no attempt to hide it, raising an eyebrow and blinking.

An Xiaoyue smiled but remained silent, her pink lips parting slightly as she said: Thank you.

When Luo Xinyu spoke in coordination with Leng Fangyi, An Xiaoyue sensed something was wrong.

Given Luo Xinyu's position, if the snowball were to hit him, it would be impossible for it to hit Yan Yan's face.

So, there is only one possibility.

That is because Leng Fang noticed the situation between her and Yan Yan, and used the snowball to stop Yan Yan from hitting her.

“You’re Sheng Yang’s wife, and you’re pregnant. We can’t afford any accidents,” Leng Fangyi explained in a low voice.

"Xiaoyue, come here and grab some ducklings." Fang Mei called to her from next to the snowman, "Gather an army of ducklings around the snowman."

"Coming!" An Xiaoyue replied, checked that the little ducklings were fine, and then walked over through the snow.

No one knows when Yan Yan left Zhongkangtang.

Fang Mei asked everyone one by one if it was okay to have hot pot with mutton soup at noon, only to find that Yan Yan was not there.

Fang Mei called to inquire and learned that Yan Yan had already returned home.

A group of people who had finished playing gathered around the electric stove in the pharmacy to warm themselves, their outstretched hands red with cold.

Fang Mei hung up the phone and looked at her son, Leng Fangyi. "Look at you. How old are you? You didn't know your own strength during the snowball fight and you knocked that young girl home."

An Xiaoyue lowered her eyes, not daring to look at Fang Mei.

Leng Fang retorted confidently, "I was having so much fun that I didn't have time to think about anything else. She herself said it was okay."

Fang Mei slapped him on the back, saying, "Just because someone says it's okay doesn't mean it's okay."

She then looked at Leng Yushan beside her, "What did Dad say? He agreed to have mutton hot pot, so I had my younger brother cook it and bring it over."

“Dad agrees, I’ll call Shize.” Leng Yushan took out his phone and went outside to make the call.

An Xiaoyue pondered the three people's thoughts and realized that Yan Yan was not very popular with everyone.

On the surface, Yan Yan showed them all respect, unlike the deep-seated disdain and contempt she held for her.

Could they all see through Yan Yan's hypocrisy and two-faced nature?

"When did Uncle arrive?" Leng Fangyi's voice was filled with undisguised joy upon hearing his uncle's name.

Fang Mei knew her son admired his unconventional uncle. "Last night, I didn't tell you because I knew you were going to disturb your uncle's rest."

"I'm going back to pick up my uncle." Leng Fangyi stood up impatiently, eager to see her uncle immediately.

An Xiaoyue sat with everyone and listened quietly to their conversation.

There aren't many staff members at Zhongkangtang, but the atmosphere is great, and the people are as close-knit as a family.

The snow was falling gently, and everyone sat inside the house, chatting and laughing. The leisurely time passed by without them even realizing it.

She had just replied to Fu Shengyang's message asking what she wanted for lunch when Leng Fangyi came in carrying a teapot.

Before he could speak, the crowd, quick-witted as ever, stood up and began moving things together.

An Xiaoyue was about to do something to help when she was stopped by the older woman at the pharmacy. "Don't move. Just sit still. There are older sisters and brothers here for you."

Feeling warmed by such thoughtful treatment, An Xiaoyue said, "Then I'll just sit here and wait to eat."

"Go."

Everyone had left, and An Xiaoyue sat there obediently. In the quiet space, only the sound of snowflakes falling softly could be heard.

"These days are so wonderful," An Xiaoyue thought. "I wonder what my mother is doing?"

A series of footsteps approached, and An Xiaoyue looked up.

A middle-aged man I'd never met before came in carrying hot pot utensils in both hands. He had a straight posture, wore a black mid-length down jacket, and exuded a calm and easygoing demeanor, with a steady yet firm air about him.

An Xiaoyue immediately got up to take the things from his hands.

The middle-aged man smiled gently at her, "It's alright, it's alright, sit down." His voice was humble and gentle, carrying the refined elegance of a young master from a prominent family.

An Xiaoyue brought a stool for him to sit on.

The young girl in front of me has delicate and pretty features, and she is pleasing to the eye.

Especially those eyes, they seem to speak volumes, so lively and expressive.

"Are you also studying traditional Chinese medicine?" Leng Shize asked.

"My name is An Xiaoyue. I am a student in the Department of Clinical Medicine at Beijing Medical College. Zhongkangtang is recruiting three interns who are interested in traditional Chinese medicine at the school, and I am one of them."

An Xiaoyue was concise and to the point, while Leng Shi quickly obtained the relevant information.

"Traditional Chinese medicine is our national treasure. The real inheritance is when young people are interested in it and can use it to treat and save lives."

An Xiaoyue nodded, "Yes."

"Then why didn't you choose Traditional Chinese Medicine as your major?"