Urban Miracle Doctor
Chapter 487 - 487 487 Someone Has Their Eye on Your Wife

487: Chapter 487 Someone Has Their Eye on Your Wife 487: Chapter 487 Someone Has Their Eye on Your Wife The man, upon hearing Qin Han’s response, gave him a glance, his expression somewhat displeased.

“Which hospital?” the man continued to ask.

“The First Hospital,” Qin Han went on.

“What’s with you?

I’m asking this young lady here, why do you keep butting in?

And you, miss, if you’re also at the First Hospital, I happen to have a bit of a connection with the dean there.

We’ve dined at the same table, after all.

That’s fate, isn’t it?

Later on, I might be able to ask him to take special care of you,” the man said with a smile!

The others around him let out knowing chuckles, Song Yuwei, with her light makeup, was indeed very tempting to the eye!

This young lady wasn’t the type to dazzle on first glance, but the more carefully you looked, the more appealing she became!

Everyone around knew exactly what the man was angling for.

A new graduate like her might be deeply touched by even a small favor, thinking you have great influence.

The unaware fall prey to the scheming, not knowing how many young girls have been ensnared this way.

While they were speaking, Qiao Dalong arrived at the door,

“Brother Qiao,” Zhong Meimei greeted Qiao Dalong as he approached.

Although Brother Qiao was here on account of Qin Han, Zhong Meimei felt truly grateful for his help.

“Miss Zhong, let’s not use ‘Brother Qiao’ between us,” Qiao Dalong said, waving his hands with a smile.

Joking aside, if Mr.

Qin knew he was letting Zhong Meimei call him Brother Qiao, who knew if he wouldn’t slap him to death?

“Then I’ll call you President Qiao!” Zhong Meimei said with a smile.

Qiao Dalong said with a laugh, “Call me Brother!”

“I’ll still call you President Qiao,” Zhong Meimei said with a sweet smile.

Asking her to call him Brother was a favor to Dr.

Qin, but she couldn’t exactly follow along without considering her own position.

“Has Dr.

Qin arrived?” Qiao Dalong asked.

“He has, he’s inside,” Zhong Meimei hurriedly responded.

“Brother, please show President Qiao inside,” Zhong Meimei called to Zhong Kang.

At her words, Zhong Kang nodded and quickly stepped forward to invite Qiao Dalong inside.

Seeing this scene unfold, the bride’s relatives were all shocked.

Brother Qiao, well-known in both the underworld and legitimate society, was actually being called Brother by Zhong Meimei.

And it looked like he accepted and appreciated the title.

It really is true—comparisons are odious!

With Dr.

Qin as an acquaintance, the Zhong family’s young miss would be able to strut around Zhongzhou.

As the bride’s relatives were sighing in envy, Zhong Kang led Qiao Dalong to the table where Qin Han was sitting, catching this particular moment.

Qiao Dalong wanted to laugh but held back.

He really didn’t know what to say about these fools asking for trouble.

Bearing the title of a deity in presence of the deity himself, yet not knowing that very deity was close at hand.

Wouldn’t someone like Qin Han at least be recognized by photo, seen his countless media features, fearing the day they might offend him unwittingly?

If these people were bent on self-destruction, they were certainly going about it in an extraordinary way.

Seeing Qiao Dalong arrive, Qin Han gave him a brief glance.

Qiao Dalong, receiving Qin Han’s nonverbal cue, remained quiet and simply observed, while Song Yuwei smiled gently, a smile that seemed to captivate the man’s soul.

“Really?

And how do you plan to take care of me?” Song Yuwei asked the man in a cool tone!

“We’ll have a few drinks later on!” The man’s eyes brimmed with desire, and he seemed somewhat impatient.

The woman was simply too beautiful; a kiss from her would be worth a lifetime, so at this moment, he was shamelessly smitten.

Immediately, the man extended his hand, smiling as he said, “My name is Wang Xiaofeng.”

This was a subtle hint; during the handshake, if the woman was interested, she’d often scratch her palm a couple of times.

However, Song Yuwei didn’t reach out her hand.

Instead, she turned her gaze toward Qin Han and, with a coquettish smile, said, “Someone is eyeing your wife, what are you going to do?”

She was already angry when a few guys were discussing Qin Han and Zhong Meimei’s ambiguous relationship—even with the rightful partner sitting right there, they dared to gossip!

Song Yuwei was usually open-minded and had a good temper, it’s true, but don’t forget she was also a woman, and there are some things you just don’t mention in front of women, such as one’s own man being ambiguously involved with another woman.

Even the most magnanimous of women wouldn’t tolerate such a thing.

Just like how men can’t stand being cuckolded by their women.

Moreover, during this period, Song Yuwei herself was feeling insecure about the women surrounding her own man—each one of them coquettish and seductive.

In Mu Xueru’s words, what cat doesn’t eat fish?

It’s just a matter of how cleanly they wipe their mouths afterward!

Seeing the look on Song Yuwei’s face, Qin Han couldn’t help but smile wryly.

He hadn’t expected his wife to have such a witchy side.

It seemed that all women were the same, with no exceptions.

But that wasn’t his fault, right?

It wasn’t like he could control others fancying him and then take it out on himself, just because his wife was worried.

But Song Yuwei’s charming smile was truly heart-stirring.

“Let’s not make a scene.

Today’s Meimei’s big wedding day; it’s not the right time for trouble,” Qin Han said softly, taking hold of Song Yuwei’s hand.

Listening to their intimate conversation, Wang Xiaofeng asked coldly, “What do you mean by that?”

He had just been fantasizing about booking a hotel room and having his way with Song Yuwei, this pitiable beauty, but their conversation had abruptly dragged him back to reality.

“Can’t you understand human speech?” Qin Han said indifferently.

“You dare speak to me like that?” Wang Xiaofeng said coldly.

However, upon seeing Qin Han’s indifferent demeanor, he felt a slight unease and watched him warily, asking, “Who are you?”

“This gentleman is Qin Han, also known as Dr.

Qin to you!” At that moment, Qiao Dalong appeared, looking at the few men with a hint of contempt and spoke dispassionately.

Then he turned around and respectfully greeted Qin Han, “Mr.

Qin, good day!”

Qin Han nodded and turned his head to look at the man with an almost mocking smile.

Looked at by Qin Han, the man immediately panicked.

He had been discussing others right in front of the person himself, unaware that the actual subject was there; he had hit a snag.

“Qin Han?!” Wang Xiaofeng looked at Qin Han with a shocked expression, his legs trembling uncontrollably under the table.

And a few guys who had been sitting on the chairs were also looking defeated.

In their panic, one of them even fell off his chair onto the ground, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat.

They didn’t recognize Qin Han, but they were familiar with Qiao Dalong, and Qiao Dalong wasn’t someone who joked with them.

Because they weren’t worth it!

Watching the few men’s panic-stricken embarrassment, Qiao Dalong let out a cold laugh and took a seat next to Qin Han, his face a mask of frost as he watched them, ready to throw the men out at Qin Han’s command.

“Dr.

Qin, about today’s business…” Wang Xiaofeng stuttered, looking at Qin Han, struggling to get his words out.

In front of ordinary people, they might be considered prominent, even entitled to be arrogant, but in front of Qin Han, they were really insignificant.

This man wouldn’t need to go to any lengths to take them down—a word from him could probably get the job done.

That’s the sadness of changing one’s social environment.

“Sit down, it’s a joyous wedding day and I don’t want to lose my temper,” Qin Han said with a faint smile, his expression might have been amused, but his tone was unmistakably chilly.

The meaning was clear: he was letting things slide because it was someone’s wedding day, but after the wedding, there would be no more need for restraint.