"A little while ago, your Zhou Sen came to me," Zhang Qiu began. "He said this year is your eighth wedding anniversary and he wanted to plan a surprise for you. He’s been talking my ear off about it lately." "Just now, he was texting me, asking if you'd caught on to anything. Said you've been acting a little strange the last couple of days." As she spoke, Zhang Qiu unlocked her phone and pulled up the text Zhou Sen had just sent her. "Look, this is from him just now." Su Xiaohui couldn't help but glance over. Sure enough, the message from Zhou Sen read: "Has Xiaohui figured something out? Whatever you do, don't tell her." A mix of embarrassment and gratitude washed over her, but more than anything, it was relief. Su Xiaohui couldn't believe she'd gotten it so wrong. She quickly grabbed Zhang Qiu’s hand. "I'm so sorry, I completely misunderstood you." "I thought you were in on it with him, helping him lie to me. I've been so paranoid lately." Su Xiaohui quickly recounted her conversation with the bank teller from the day before. When she finished, Zhang Qiu just stared at her, speechless. "How is that even possible?" "Fifteen million? What were you thinking?" "Do you really think your Zhou Sen has that kind of money? The surprise he's planning for you is something he’s been saving up for nearly a year to afford." "Besides, if he really had that much money stashed in a bank, you think I wouldn't tell you? You're my best friend!" Hearing this, Su Xiaohui felt even more foolish, convinced she had lost her mind. She gave a helpless laugh. "This whole thing has been driving me crazy for the past two days." "Yesterday, I was even wondering if he'd done something illegal." As Su Xiaohui vented about her recent ordeal, she was completely unaware of the sudden gleam in Zhang Qiu’s eyes at the mention of illegal activities. Since they both had to get to work, they didn't chat much longer. Su Xiaohui asked what kind of surprise Zhou Sen was planning, but Zhang Qiu just gave her a mysterious smile. "A surprise isn't a surprise if you know what it is." "Anyway, your anniversary is this weekend. Just wait and see what he has in store for you." "Alright, that's enough. It's time, I have to go." With that, Zhang Qiu hurried off, and Su Xiaohui, not lingering either, headed back to the hospital. The fifteen million was a misunderstanding, and her husband wasn't involved in anything illegal. A great weight lifted from Su Xiaohui’s shoulders, and her whole demeanor seemed to lighten. She went straight to the department director to ask for an assignment. Seeing that her mood had genuinely improved, the director said, "We're short-staffed with the residents today. Dr. Wang and Dr. Chen are covering your surgery, so could you do their rounds for them?" Su Xiaohui, of course, had no objections and got to work immediately. She never expected to once again run into the fierce-looking 'private consultant' she had met the other day. Wen Zhao's features were too distinctive to forget, especially combined with that jaw-dropping business card. The moment she saw him in the hospital room, she recognized him instantly. She glanced at the patient's chart. It was a VIP room, and the patient seemed to have been admitted after a miscarriage. So, the woman in the bed must be his wife? Shaking off the thought, Su Xiaohui knocked lightly on the door and entered. As she drew closer, she heard the woman in the bed say, "You have to find proof that he's transferring assets. I can't end up with nothing." Su Xiaohui froze for a second. It seemed she'd gotten it wrong again. This woman must be his client. So he really was a private investigator? No, a private consultant? Su Xiaohui instinctively glanced at Wen Zhao. As if sensing her gaze, he looked over at her. A flicker of recognition crossed his face, and his fierce expression softened slightly. The woman had been speaking so loudly that he hadn't even heard the knock. Seeing it was Su Xiaohui, he relaxed a bit. He remembered her. This woman was a doctor? Noticing her white coat, Wen Zhao reined in his intimidating aura. "Doing rounds," Su Xiaohui announced, looking between Wen Zhao and the woman before turning to check the patient's vitals on the monitor beside the bed. While she worked, she heard the woman continue, "Money is no object. If you find the evidence, I'll pay you triple." "And one more thing. I want you to teach that other woman a lesson." Su Xiaohui was stunned. Was she really supposed to be hearing this? And would he actually agree to something like that? Just as the thought crossed her mind, the man's calm voice, tinged with a hint of mockery, cut through the air. "I don't do anything illegal." "You can find someone else." Su Xiaohui didn't stick around to hear more. She finished her checks and left the room as quickly as possible. She wanted no part of a conversation she shouldn't be hearing. The woman must have been at her wit's end. Su Xiaohui had just seen the chart—five months pregnant, and she’d had a miscarriage. Anyone would be devastated. Su Xiaohui had dismissed it as a brief, strange interlude, but she never imagined that when she returned to her office after finishing her rounds, she would find the man named Wen Zhao sitting inside, apparently waiting for her.