Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

"I could forget my own last name, but I'll never forget that I am a doctor," declared Liu Ying with righteousness.

Tang Yue chuckled, "Doctor Liu, doctors should always be upright and honest."

Her words seemed to imply that Liu Ying was not so upright. Liu Ying retorted, "Of course, I am upright."

"I wasn't talking about you. Why are you so anxious to defend yourself? Could it be because you also feel that what you've done is shameless?" Tang Yue remarked casually, "It's true, if I were you, I'd be too ashamed to face anyone by now, especially since I don't have a face as thick as a toilet plank."

"Pfft—"

Mo Siyu couldn't help but laugh. He never knew Xiao Yue could have such a sharp tongue.

With a 'snap', Liu Ying stormed off in anger.

"Xiao Yue, say that again." Mo Siyu wrapped his arms around her waist, his deep, inky eyes locked onto hers, their fragrant scent of orchids wafting in the air.

"What?" Tang Yue looked up in confusion, her clear eyes lacking the intimidating force from before, now showing only a young woman's coy charm.

A smile lifted the corners of Mo Siyu's lips; he leaned down and kissed her tender lips accurately, as sweet as he remembered. They hadn't seen each other for a long time, yet this light kiss was like a spark that could start a prairie fire, sweeping through his entire body.

Tang Yue's eyes were wide with surprise; she hadn't expected Mo Siyu to be so bold in the hospital ward.

A large hand covered her eyes, engulfing her in darkness. With her senses heightened, his domineering scent enveloped her layer by layer. His kiss was tender yet urgent, a passionate kiss that seemed to pour all his yearning for her into this single moment.

His rough hands slid to her cheeks, grating against her smooth skin.

Tang Yue felt her body go soft in a most uncharacteristic way, a foreign stirring of emotions she had never experienced before.

His kisses, his touches, not only did she find them not offensive, but she actually quite enjoyed them.

"Mmh—"

Tang Yue murmured involuntarily, seemingly giving Mo Siyu even greater encouragement.

"Brother Mo, that nurse, I don't know if she was instructed by that woman, kept pestering me, you…" Are you okay?

Zhao Xiangqian had finally escaped the endless chatter of the doctor, thinking to come back and rescue Brother Mo, but upon bursting through the door, he encountered such a scene...

The light purple silhouette, although the identity was obscured, the smallest guess would reveal it to be the beloved little sister-in-law.

Zhao Xiangqian felt an urge to slap someone to death.

"Um, continue, please continue," he mumbled while backing away and closing the door.

Once outside, leaning against the cold wall, Zhao Xiangqian started slapping his own face. His heart was still racing. He had taken only a glance at that scene before diverting his eyes, but truth be told, the image of the two kissing was quite beautiful.

He never knew Brother Mo could be so...

Zhao Xiangqian ran off hastily.

Back in the ward, Tang Yue nestled shyly into his embrace, too embarrassed to look back and see who it was, but from the voice, it must have been one of Mo Siyu's men.

"Xiao Yue, shall we continue?" Mo Siyu tenderly kissed her forehead.

"How dare you!" Tang Yue glared at him, her eyes glistening and more seductive than usual, her cheeks a rosy red, her lips lustrous and shiny.

"I am your fiancé, your future husband, the future father of our children. What's wrong with kissing my wife?" Mo Siyu confidently parroted her earlier words in response.

Tang Yue: "..."

Mo Siyu leaned in again, and Tang Yue hurriedly backed away, separating his lips from hers, and raised her eyebrows: "What's the deal with Liu Ying?"

"How did you know her name is Liu Ying?" Mo Siyu instantly caught the slip in her language.

They should be meeting Liu Ying for the first time, but he had a feeling that Tang Yue and Liu Ying seemed to have a prior grievance.

"Uh…" Tang Yue playfully stuck out her tongue and said, "Didn't you guys mention it?"

"Come on, how did you get involved with this peach blossom?" Tang Yue pinched him at his waist.

Mo Siyu, aware that she had secrets, was very cooperative and inhaled sharply, pretending to be in great pain.

Tang Yue's grip loosened, and she looked up to ask: "Don't lie or trick me."

"Xiao Yue, it was just some trouble with the shipment this time, I saved her, and then, it just became like this," Mo Siyu explained.

"And what about the other time, the one with the life-saving debt?" Tang Yue asked again.

"It was a similar situation to this one," Mo Siyu replied.

Tang Yue was not satisfied and insisted that Mo Siyu confess the whole story.

Indeed, things were as simple as Mo Siyu had described, and that Liu Ying had fallen in love with Mo Siyu at first sight.

Tang Yue gauged in her heart: the first time might have been an accident, but the second time was uncertain.

Tang Yue's eyes measured Mo Siyu's stern face; not to mention Mo Siyu's outstanding abilities, just his looks alone would mean there must be loads of people secretly admiring him.

"Right, what about your injury? Where is it?" Tang Yue stood up to check his wound.

Mo Siyu hurriedly held onto his clothes, saying: "Xiao Yue, as a girl, you should be modest."

"I just want to see if your injury is serious," Tang Yue didn't care about modesty, for an injury that made Mo Siyu hospitalized must not be minor.

"Xiao Yue." Mo Siyu did not want her to see.

But Tang Yue didn't care and grabbed his clothes, insisting firmly: "I want to see, unless you don't acknowledge me as your fiancée, your future wife, otherwise, I must see it."

Tang Yue's tone was calm, her determined gaze left Mo Siyu with no chance to refuse.

In the end, Mo Siyu let go of his hand.

Tang Yue gently lifted his clothes, and beneath them, Mo Siyu's wheat-colored skin was revealed, his muscles were firm and looked powerful but not exaggerated like a fitness trainer.

Tang Yue restrained her shyness, and pulled the clothes further down; the pristine white bandages then exposed, wrapped around his chest.

Tang Yue's pupils involuntarily contracted; compared to a few years ago in Shenzhen, his body had new wounds.

Tang Yue took a step forward, sitting on the edge of the bed, her gaze falling on the wound on his back, she took a deep breath. Although the extent of the injury was not visible through the bandages, from its location, she could guess it was near the heart. If the knife had been slightly out of place, would she never have seen him again?

Tang Yue's heart fluttered; she reached out her hands to embrace his waist from behind, her cheek resting on his back.

"Xiao Yue, scars are a man's pride," Mo Siyu held her hand.

Tang Yue was silent: "..."

"Anyway, others can't see them when I'm wearing clothes, you won't despise them, right?"