My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 735: Chapter 727: Lost Without Having Loved Chapter 735: Chapter 727: Lost Without Having Loved Tang Yuxin sat down, also organizing her recent work arrangements.

She had just arrived, and there were still many matters she hadn’t sorted out.

She actually didn’t want to come, but Dean Zhu had run over to her place and cried his eyes out, a middle-aged man with tears and snot streaming down his face.

In the end, it was her father who felt sorry for him, and she could only relent and take the job.

After all, Baozi were now well taken care of by many people.

Didn’t she just sympathize with the elderly man?

So she reluctantly started the job.

It was early morning, and Li Jia had already come barreling over.

And Yuxin felt that Li Jia’s eagerness today was actually just to ask about something.

“Actually, it’s nothing?” Li Jia said bashfully, fiddling with her fingers, “I’m head over heels for a handsome guy and wonder if you could introduce me.

Who knows, it might lead to a romantic relationship.”

“Handsome guy?”

Tang Yuxin was surprised, “Someone I know?”

“Yes,” Li Jia nodded vigorously.

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“Do you know each other?”

Yuxin asked again.

She didn’t know many people, and anyone she knew, Li Jia should have seen too.

Li Jia shook her head, “We don’t know each other, or why would I be asking you?”

“Where is he from?” Tang Yuxin meticulously searched her memory for the so-called handsome guys, but forgive her, she really couldn’t think of any.

Were there any handsome guys?

She did meet quite a few people at the Guning Company, all under Gu Ning’s command and his colleagues.

Some of them indeed looked very good, but was Li Jia asking about them?

Right, where from, exactly?

Considering Li Jia’s peculiar taste in beauty, Tang Yuxin was quite curious about someone she would call handsome.

“It’s, it’s…” Li Jia was getting frantic.

At that moment, her entire body was leaning on Tang Yuxin’s desk.

For the sake of a beautiful man, she had thrown away all shame.

“It’s the handsome guy who bumped into us last time we went to your place to see little Xiaobai.”

“Which one?” Tang Yuxin still couldn’t remember.

Who could it be?

Not many men entered her home, and those who did, were familiar faces.

“What does he look like?”

Yuxin asked again, trying to match the description, wondering if it could be one of the three cousins from the Wang Family or someone else.

“That one, ah?” Li Jia exasperatedly grabbed her own hair, “The really handsome one.”

Tang Yuxin spread her hands at her, indicating the description was too vague; she couldn’t figure it out.

“Yile, come here and tell.” Li Jia hastily dragged Lin Yile over, “You saw him too, come and describe him to her.”

Lin Yile was stunned, not expecting the issue to fall on her.

Right, how should she describe him?

She propped her face up, gazing out dreamily.

The sky outside was really blue and clean, but her heart seemed to be covered in a haze, and a veil had descended over her vision.

“He’s very tall, his hair is quite stiff, standing on end.

He’s not easy to approach, with very narrow eyes, a high nose, thin lips, and the color is quite pale.

He’s a former soldier, his standing posture and face direction are all extremely standard.

He should be retired by now, having acquired some of the business world’s distinctive slickness and shrewdness.”

Tang Yuxin tapped the table lightly with her finger.

Oh… Suddenly, she had an epiphany, wasn’t this the man’s appearance?

“You must be asking about him.”

“Who is he?”

Li Jia gave Lin Yile a thumbs up; it was just a brief encounter, yet she had captured the man’s facial features so accurately, even figuring out what he used to do and what he does now.

Her observational skills were astounding.

Of course, what intrigued her the most at the moment was the ‘he’ that Tang Yuxin had mentioned—the very person she wanted to know about.

But who on earth was he?

“Gu Ning’s older brother, my uncle,” said Tang Yuxin.

Twirling a pen in her hand, Tang Yuxin continued, “If your description is correct, then the person you met was indeed my older brother.

But as for him, you can forget any other ideas.”

Tang Yuxin felt the man they were describing was unmistakably Gu Qing.

“Why?” Li Jia’s heart was still fired up.

She had not even met the man yet, and she was being asked to give up; that was impossible.

No matter what, she had to at least try.

If, after trying, it turned out to be unfeasible, then she would accept her fate.

But currently, without having met him or even made an effort, without a confession, and with the man unaware of her existence, how could she just give up?

That just wouldn’t do, absolutely not.

Shaking her head, she resolved not to do such a thing.

Even if she had to withdraw knowing it was difficult, she needed a reason.

“He’s already thirty-five years old,” Tang Yuxin said, tapping the desk.

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“He’s ten years older than you.”

“That old??” Li Jia was somewhat disappointed.

He didn’t seem like someone in his thirties.

Both she and Lin Yile were younger than Tang Yuxin, who started school late.

They were city kids who began schooling two years earlier than Tang Yuxin.

If Tang Yuxin was already considered old, not to mention the even younger them.

Moreover, at such an age, he should be married by now, probably with a child in primary school, old enough to “send soy sauce.”

“I feel like I’ve been heartbroken.”

Li Jia stood up from the table, straightening her body.

She truly felt heartbroken—no, wait, she hadn’t even begun to love before she lost it.

“He doesn’t even know who you are, how could you be heartbroken?”

Lin Yile teased Li Jia, covering her mouth to stifle her laughter.

If someone were to notice, though, they could see a trace of bitterness at the corners of her mouth.

Yes, being so many years older, a thirty-five-year-old man, already married with children several years old, he belonged to a different world from them.

Of course, they were out of his league.

Li Jia’s face turned red from the laughter; she was already in a bad mood, and now she rushed over to shut Lin Yile up.

How annoying that mouth was, constantly poking at her wounds—didn’t she know it hurt?

Tang Yuxin watched them leave the office, laughing and scuffling, and couldn’t help but smile.

Ah, this was youth.

Picking up the rose on her desk, she placed it in front of her and inhaled its scent, sweet and fragrant.

Sighing, she thought how wonderful it was to be youthful like a flower, but here she was, an old hag, a muddle-aged mother.

Right, she opened a drawer and took out a photograph of her two little babies.

In the photo, the kids looked exactly alike, so fair and tender that one could hardly resist the urge to pinch them.

She couldn’t help but marvel at how she produced such beautiful children.