The truth was, he had considered the matter before. However, Shen Xi Fan wasn’t keen on having children so soon, and his own demanding work schedule left little time. Before transferring to the military hospital, his days were filled with surgeries and overtime, with emergency calls often waking him in the middle of the night. Because of this, he wasn’t particularly eager to have a child either.
Marriage came with responsibilities, and so would having children—he had always believed that. But now that their lives were more stable, perhaps it was time to start discussing it.
He decided to bring it up with her another day. If she still wasn’t ready, that was fine. Some things were best left to happen naturally.
* * *
On the way home, a light drizzle began to fall. Traffic jams turned the journey into an ordeal, taking over an hour to reach home.
From downstairs, he could see the warm glow of their apartment’s lights through the windows, filling him with a comforting sense of belonging. As always, he knew she was waiting for him inside.
Opening the door, he was greeted by the faint scent of wine. He frowned slightly—it seemed Shen Xi Fan had been drinking again.
The living room lights were on, but she was nowhere in sight. He called her name a few times but got no response. Turning the handle of the bedroom door, he found her sitting on the bed, staring dreamily at the wardrobe with a faint smile.
Her cheeks were flushed a charming pink, likely from the alcohol, and there was a playful allure in her eyes and brows. Seeing him enter, she pouted and spoke in a sweet, coquettish tone. “Hubby, put on this outfit for me to see.”
He glanced at the garment and was taken aback. “A military uniform? What’s the occasion?”
“Just put it on!” She squinted at him, her tone insistent. “I’ve never seen you wear it before. Why doesn’t your hospital require you to wear it anymore?”
Accepting the uniform she handed him, he explained, “Only department heads or interns wear them now. The military hospital has hired many external staff, so it’s hard to tell the real deal from the pretenders without strict regulations.”
After changing into the uniform, he instinctively reached for a tie, but she stopped him. “This tie doesn’t match. Next time, I’ll buy you a deep blue one. I saw a nice Versace tie recently—it’ll go perfectly with this uniform.”
He chuckled. “Seen enough? Can I change back now? But can I ask why you suddenly wanted me to wear this?”
“I heard today that men look the most handsome in uniforms,” she said, her voice slightly slurred. “And it reminded me of my dad—he looked so dashing in his military uniform back then.”
Standing on the bed, she leaned down to bring her face close to his, her breath tinged with the faint aroma of wine. “But you—ha! You look even more handsome than he did. You’re already such a charmer, and now…”
He laughed softly, meeting her intense gaze. “Wife, you’re exaggerating. Can I—”
Before he could finish, her lips pressed against his—a gentle yet possessive kiss, tasting of sweet red wine. The kiss deepened, intoxicating them both, their breaths mingling as they pulled each other closer. It was a storm of passion, like waves crashing in a fiery and vivid dance.
But then, something flashed in his mind. He broke the kiss slightly, his voice uneven. “Today… are you—”
Her mischievous eyes sparkled under the light, and she smiled playfully. “Forget it. Let’s leave it to fate…”
And with that, his last shred of reason dissolved. So be it—fate would decide.
* * *
When he woke, a golden light streamed through the window, painting the room in warmth. He propped himself up to glance at his watch. The woman beside him stirred slightly, then lazily asked, “What time is it?”
“It’s still early. You’re off work today, so sleep a little more.”
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