Seeing her just standing there by the trunk, lost in thought, Zhou Sen couldn’t help but ask, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to say anything? This is the one you've been wanting, right?" "It took me forever to save up for this!" If it hadn't been for that bank statement, his words would have deeply touched Su Xiaohui. The bag wasn't cheap, after all, costing tens of thousands. But now, the memory of the figures on that statement made the gesture feel utterly cynical. She pushed down the turmoil swirling inside and forced a smile. "I'm just... I'm overwhelmed. That's all." "You've really given me quite a surprise today." Zhou Sen, oblivious to the undertone in her voice, said affectionately, "Anything to make my wife happy." With that, he pulled Su Xiaohui into a tight embrace. At that moment, a war raged within Su Xiaohui. On one hand, she couldn't believe her husband was such a masterful actor; on the other, the facts were undeniable. In the end, she couldn't bring herself to confront him. Instead, she gently pushed him away. "Wait for me a second, I need to use the restroom." She practically fled before her composure could crack. In the restroom, Su Xiaohui splashed her face with cold water, the shock of it clearing her head slightly. She stared at her reflection for a long moment, then fished out the business card Wen Zhao had given her and dialed the number. "Hello? Yes, I need your services." "..." More than ten minutes later, Su Xiaohui had composed herself and walked back out. Zhou Sen was growing impatient, but his expression softened the moment he saw her. "Let's go home, honey. What do you say?" His words were heavy with suggestion. The kids weren't home, and it was their anniversary; what he wanted was perfectly clear. Su Xiaohui stared at Zhou Sen for a long moment before a small smile touched her lips. "Alright." Hearing this, Zhou Sen eagerly ushered her into the car. He drove fast, a sense of urgency radiating from him. Su Xiaohui, however, felt a storm of conflicting emotions brewing inside her. Just then, her phone rang. "Hello!" "What? How could that happen? Okay, I'm on my way." Hanging up, she turned to him with a look of panic. "Honey, I can't go home. Take me to the hospital. That patient I operated on yesterday—he's hemorrhaging." "What?" A flash of annoyance crossed Zhou Sen's face, but hearing the gravity of her words, he knew it was serious. Without daring to delay, he wrenched the wheel and headed for Su Xiaohui's hospital. When they arrived, Su Xiaohui hurried out of the car, calling over her shoulder, "Don't wait for me, just go home. I have no idea how late I'll be." "Okay. Don't worry, it'll be fine, honey." As always, Zhou Sen's voice was calm and steady. "I'm sorry. So much for our anniversary." Su Xiaohui said, her eyes fixed on him with a hidden meaning. "It's okay. Every day is an anniversary as long as I have you." With that, Zhou Sen kissed her on the cheek. "Now go. It's life or death." Su Xiaohui nodded and rushed off, while Zhou Sen watched until she had entered the hospital before driving away. What he didn't know was that Su Xiaohui was watching from a corner of the hospital lobby, her eyes a mix of complex emotions as his car disappeared from view. Walking to the elevator, she saw Wen Zhao's tall frame leaning against the wall by her office door. His arms were crossed over his chest, the fingers of one hand tapping a rhythmic, impatient beat against his bicep. "Sorry to keep you waiting." Su Xiaohui unlocked her office door as she spoke. She had called Wen Zhao just moments before, arranging to meet at the hospital. Inside, Su Xiaohui poured him a glass of water but said nothing. Her mind was still a chaotic mess, and she had no idea if she was making the right choice.