My Little Happiness 我的小确幸 Chapter is 21.2

Chapter 21.2 - Beauty’s Knife (2)

Just then, someone pushed the door open. Shangguan Yi came in, wiping sweat from his forehead and apologizing, “Sorry, there was traffic on the way.”
“Brother Shangguan!” The girl jumped up and grabbed Shangguan Yi’s arm. “Can I work with Lawyer Shangguan? I can work overtime too!”

When Shangguan Yi saw Xiong Jingjing, his eyes twitched, and he gave a desperate look to Cong Rong and Tan Size, but both were busy tidying papers on the table.
Cong Rong had long wanted to leave. “The star of the show has arrived. Let’s get out of here.”
Tan Size patted his shoulder, “Last one, Shangguan. Make sure you fill out the evaluation form and give it to HR.”

After leaving the meeting room, Cong Rong asked, “So what’s the story with Shangguan’s romantic debts?”
Tan Size shook his head, “It’s not romantic debts. You know who Shangguan likes, don’t you? They’ve been childhood sweethearts, but sadly, one is interested and the other is indifferent.”
Cong Rong looked puzzled. “If you know Shangguan likes someone, why did you bring her to the firm?”
Tan Size said, “That female judge isn’t warm or cold toward Shangguan—probably sentenced him to life imprisonment. I’m making a last-ditch appeal on Shangguan’s behalf, seeing if she gets jealous.”
Cong Rong frowned, “That’s a dirty trick!”
“By the way, I want that big guy, Dazhuang.”
“Sure.”
“Why don’t you compete with me for him?”
“Because the cases I’m handling recently are quite gruesome. He’s still young, and I’m worried he can’t handle it.”
Tan Size thought about it and nodded before walking away.

Near the end of the day, Shangguan Yi came to ask Cong Rong for help.
“How is Xiong Jingjing doing under your supervision?”
Cong Rong didn’t even look up, tossing him some of her recent work schedules. “She looks like a delicate girl. Won’t exposure to this stuff give her nightmares?”
Shangguan Yi rubbed his forehead in frustration, “Then what do we do?”

Suddenly Cong Rong’s mind moved, and she cautiously said, “If a man likes someone, but another woman who likes him shows up, and the two women often interact because of some things, and the man hasn’t clearly rejected the second woman but is ambiguous with her—what do you think that man means?”
Shangguan Yi didn’t understand right away, “Are you indirectly calling me out? I have clearly rejected Xiong Jingjing.”
Cong Rong glanced at him, “I wasn’t talking about you!”
Shangguan Yi thought seriously for a moment, “There are two possibilities. Either the man is a scumbag, or the woman he likes and the woman who likes him are actually the same person.”
Then he stretched out his hand to Cong Rong, “Consultation fee.”
Cong Rong kicked him out of the office and carefully considered Shangguan Yi’s words.

The second possibility was basically ruled out, which meant the first possibility was true—Wen Shaoqing also had the typical male flaw: not turning anyone away.
Thinking this, she started feeling annoyed again.

The result of Lawyer Cong’s annoyance was that after dinner with Zhong Zhen, she didn’t want to go home and instead went to his place to pass the time.
Zhong Zhen, unlike usual, sat down at the computer as soon as he got home to write his thesis. Looking at the messy room, Cong Rong suddenly thought of Wen Shaoqing’s clean and tidy home. She looked at Zhong Zhen and felt that perhaps Wen Shaoqing’s neat aura wasn’t just because he was a doctor—it was part of his nature. Whether or not he was a doctor, he was clean all over: the home, clothes, voice, gaze—everything was clean.

Zhong Zhen had been stuck on a problem for several days and tried consulting Wen Shaoqing on QQ.
After a brief explanation, Wen Shaoqing sent him a line that made Zhong Zhen so happy he almost cried:
“I remember I organized this before. I’ll find it and send it to you.”
Zhong Zhen sent a surprised emoji but soon went offline, then Wen Shaoqing got a text:
“My cousin unplugged the router while cleaning. It’s rebooting now. Teacher Wen, please send me offline messages.”
Cleaning?

Wen Shaoqing frowned, recalling Cong Rong’s polite refusal that morning—so she had plans with Zhong Zhen.
He quickly moved the mouse off a document, closed the folder, and replied: “I can’t find it. Look it up yourself. It must be submitted this week!”
Then he closed the chat window and went offline.

Zhong Zhen stared at the two short lines feeling a chill.
Cong Rong watched him sit at the computer motionless for a long time and asked, “What’s wrong?”
“My boss is hunting me down…”
Cong Rong paused, “What kind of person do you think Wen Shaoqing is?”
Zhong Zhen immediately changed expression. Cong Rong knew from his admiring look what he was about to say, but she cut him off: “Not as a doctor or teacher—what kind of man is he?”
Zhong Zhen was confused, “A man?”
“Yeah…” Cong Rong hinted, “Men have flaws. I bet a lot of people at your hospital like him. Like, does he not turn anyone down?”
Zhong Zhen grinned and waved his hand, “No way. Everyone knows the ‘beauty’s knife’ only treats and saves people or cuts off beautiful distractions. If you dare challenge him, he’ll cut off your illusions with one blow. Lots of people like him at the hospital, but don’t say he accepts everyone—my boss probably hasn’t even glanced at them.”

Now Cong Rong was the confused one. Was this guy the same as the one who flirted with her all the time?
Or was Wen Shaoqing a gentleman by day and a beast by night?

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My Little Happiness 我的小确幸 Chapter is 21.1

Chapter 21.1 - Beauty’s Knife (1)

Cong Rong felt a bit dizzy from being teased and gently supported him, “Let me take you back to rest first?”

Once inside the house, she helped Wen Shaoqing sit on the sofa, poured him a cup of hot water, then went to the fridge to find something to eat. When she returned with a few slices of bread warmed in the microwave, Wen Shaoqing was already leaning on the sofa asleep. Although his posture didn’t look comfortable, his breathing was steady and deep, showing he was truly exhausted.

She placed the plate on the low table in front of the sofa, lightly patted Wen Shaoqing, and softly said, “Don’t sleep here; you might catch a cold. I’ll leave now, you should go to bed.”

He was probably fast asleep and didn’t respond. Cong Rong had no choice but to carefully lay him down, placed a pillow under his head, then went to the bedroom to grab a blanket to cover him. After finishing, she stood there watching him for a while. Seeing no sign of him waking, she finally left.

When Cong Rong arrived at the law firm, she immediately ran into Tan Size.

Tan Size was about to leave but stopped and teased her, “Oh, Lawyer Cong, you’re late today!”

Cong Rong hurried upstairs, flustered, “I have a client meeting, they’re arriving soon. I have to prepare, no time to chat, move aside.”

Tan Size called after her, “The final round of interviews this afternoon. Shangguan isn’t here, so you’ll have to shake things up a bit.”

Without turning, Cong Rong asked, “What time?”

“2 to 4 pm.”

“Alright.”

Just as Cong Rong entered her office and caught her breath, her assistant knocked and informed her that the client had arrived. She took the materials and went to the meeting room.

After seeing the client off, Cong Rong glanced at the time and then at her phone—no WeChat messages, no texts, no calls. She suddenly worried about Wen Shaoqing. It was almost noon; she wondered if he had woken up.

During lunch, Wen Shaoqing finally called her, thanking her for the help earlier in the morning and invited her to dinner.

Cong Rong politely declined because she had an appointment with Zhong Zhen and asked about his health.

Wen Shaoqing assured her he was fine and expressed that there would be time to meet later.

That afternoon, Cong Rong showed up on time for the interview. She casually flipped through the documents and quietly asked Tan Size sitting beside her, “This is the final round. There shouldn’t be any weird candidates, right?”

Tan Size smirked like he was enjoying the show, “No weirdos, but there is a princess syndrome case. She has some connections, so we can’t outright reject her. That’s why I saved her for last, waiting for Shangguan to handle it.”

Cong Rong looked puzzled, “What’s Shangguan got to do with it?”

Tan Size smiled mysteriously, “Just wait and see.”

Most law students are rigid and dull. Halfway through, Cong Rong felt bored until a chubby young man came in.

“My name’s Qu Dazhuang. ‘Zhuang’ means strong. My parents want me to become a great lawyer, so they named me this.”

Tan Size couldn’t help but mock, “You think just because you’re called ‘Big Lawyer’ you’ll become one? Look at you, you don’t look smart at all.”

The earnest young man scratched his head, looking confused, “Huh? What should I be called then?”

Cong Rong smiled quietly, asked a few questions, and silently checked a box on the form—he was honest and steady, quite good.

After the young man left, Cong Rong glanced at Tan Size’s evaluation and saw he had also checked the box.

She raised an eyebrow at him. Tan Size spun his pen and explained, “I said he’s promising, that’s why I teased him. I don’t bother wasting words on people I don’t like.”

Turning a page, he pointed, “Here comes the main event.”

The “main event” was a princess syndrome case: Xiong Jingjing, a pretty girl, graduate of a prestigious school, and quite professionally competent.

At first, Cong Rong didn’t notice any princess syndrome until the girl suddenly demanded, “I don’t work overtime. Everything else I agree with.”

Cong Rong and Tan Size exchanged a glance and fell silent.

Tan Size smiled, “We don’t work overtime.”

Xiong Jingjing looked surprised.

Tan Size suddenly stopped smiling, “Because we never leave work.”

Xiong Jingjing’s face showed embarrassment, “Anyway, I don’t do overtime.”

Tan Size stayed firm, “I’ve been in this business a long time, and I’ve never met a lawyer who doesn’t work overtime.”

Xiong Jingjing was impatient, “My dad is Xiong Zhengping. You’ve probably heard of him?”

Cong Rong raised an eyebrow. Of course, she had heard of the Xiong family—she was a rich heiress.

Tan Size laughed, then pointed at Cong Rong, “Do you know who her grandfather is?”

Xiong Jingjing glanced at Cong Rong, “Who?”

“Her grandfather is Cong Kangbo, and her father is Cong Xinghan. Oh, and your dad was also her grandfather’s student. She works overtime at the firm every day, then goes home to work more. No limits on location, time, or workload, and there’s basically no overtime pay.”

After hearing this, Xiong Jingjing glanced at Cong Rong again, twitched the corners of her mouth, but finally said no more.

Taking advantage of a pause between questions, Cong Rong tilted her head and quietly asked, “Is it true that Judge Xiong really was my grandfather’s student?”
Tan Size also lowered his voice, “You didn’t know?”
“My grandfather had so many students. How could I possibly know them all?”

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My Little Happiness 我的小确幸 Chapter is 20.2

Chapter 20.2 - Charming, Whether She's Teasing or Not (2)

After the surgery, Wen Shaoqing and Chen Cu were so exhausted they could only lean against the wall to catch their breath. The head nurse came out after changing clothes and looked at the two of them with a smile.

“Did you know? The younger staff love assisting in your surgeries.”

Wen Shaoqing rubbed his temples and gave a tired smile. “Really?”

The middle-aged head nurse nodded firmly.
“Yep. Not only do they get a front-row seat to top-notch surgical skills, they also get to hear the latest jokes. And most importantly, you two are easy on the eyes. As they say—good looks and great skills, clean or dirty jokes equally adept, just the right level of flirtatiousness without crossing the line, suitable for all ages… Of course you’re popular.”

Chen Cu suddenly remembered something and opened his eyes.
“I think we recorded that surgery too. If the director decides to lecture us tomorrow, Nurse, please help shield us a little.”

The head nurse patted her chest confidently.
“Of course. If he gets too harsh, I’ll make him sleep on the couch!”

Just as Wen Shaoqing and Chen Cu finally laid down in the break room, they were called up again.

Wen Shaoqing looked over and noticed how pale Chen Cu was, so he gave him a pat.
“You rest. I’ll go check.”

Chen Cu didn’t look great—he frowned deeply and rubbed his forehead.
“Feels like I’m catching a cold. If you get overwhelmed, come get me.”

But once Wen Shaoqing left, he didn’t come back.

Chen Cu only got up after dozing for a while and feeling a bit better. He took a walk around the wards and, not seeing Wen Shaoqing anywhere, went to ask the nurse station.

A nurse pointed toward the OR.
“Another emergency case came in—he’s in surgery again.” She shook her head and sighed. “Looks like tonight’s not going to quiet down.”

Chen Cu was about to ask more when the phone rang. The nurse answered and came back with a grimace.
“Dr. Chen, time to prep for another patient…”

Wen Shaoqing didn’t emerge from the OR until after the shift change. He rubbed his neck, visibly annoyed. He usually had pretty good luck—most night shifts passed peacefully. The unluckiest in the department was Chen Cu, whose night shifts were notoriously packed with emergencies. Doctors and nurses alike dreaded being paired with him. Only Wen Shaoqing could barely manage to balance him out. Usually, if the two were on duty together, they’d get an occasional emergency. But last night had been nonstop chaos.

On his way out after handing over the shift, he ran into Chen Cu, who was also finishing. Wen pulled him aside and grumbled,
“You didn’t pay your respects to the Night Shift God, did you?”

Chen Cu, exhausted, rubbed his forehead and muttered, “I did, I did…”

It was morning rush hour, and several incoming staff overheard this and paused to join in the gossip.

“Sounds like last night, the east wind overwhelmed the west wind.”

“You mean Dr. Chen overwhelmed Dr. Wen?”

“I never said that!” The words were suggestive, and medical folks always had a dark sense of humor—everyone burst out laughing.

Seeing Wen Shaoqing’s face grow darker, Chen Cu quickly tried to clarify.
“Don’t twist things! I’d never dare overwhelm him!”

The attempt to clarify only made it worse.
“So Dr. Chen’s always been the one underneath, huh?”

Wen Shaoqing ignored the group and spotted the shift scheduler nearby. He pointed at Chen Cu and said,
“Don’t put us on the same night shift again anytime soon. He’s too hot right now—I can’t suppress him.”

Chen Cu gave a helpless smile.

The shift assistant pushed up his glasses and looked delighted.
“Even the legends are suffering from the Night Shift God now? This is going straight to the hospital forum. Title: Once-in-a-century event—two star clinicians simultaneously crushed by the night shift.”

Wen Shaoqing and Chen Cu both looked speechless.

Just as the crowd started to disperse, a timid intern suddenly stepped forward.
“Uh… Dr. Wen, Dr. Chen, I just remembered… I think I wore red yesterday.”

Wen Shaoqing glanced at him, confused. No red in sight.

The intern stammered, “Um… underwear.”

Even mild-mannered Chen Cu snapped.
“Don’t you know red’s bad luck for night shifts?! It attracts blood!”

The intern was mortified.
“But… we’re all educated professionals. Shouldn’t we avoid superstition?”

Everyone shot back in unison:
“Shut up!”

Despite their education, medical professionals still held deep respect for unwritten rules during night shifts.

With his name cleared, Chen Cu finally relaxed. Wen Shaoqing patted his shoulder comfortingly and suggested that, perhaps, their energies were clashing lately and it’d be better not to work night shifts together for now.

Chen Cu protested at his retreating back,
“What does that even mean?! You still don’t believe me, do you?!”

Wen Shaoqing’s silence was confirmation enough.

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The next morning, Cong Rong naturally didn’t get a hot breakfast. She took a few bites of cold toast and left the house.

The moment she stepped out, she saw Wen Shaoqing leaning against the elevator wall, completely still.

She rushed over. “What’s wrong?”

At the sound of her voice, Wen Shaoqing tried to open his eyes, but his body swayed. Cong Rong instinctively reached out to steady him. He leaned into her shoulder without resistance.

He had just come back from outside, still carrying a chill. But his breath against her neck was warm and ticklish. Cong Rong’s cheeks turned red, and her body instinctively tensed to support him.

After a long pause, his weak voice finally came,
“Three surgeries during the day, then another all-nighter. Haven’t eaten. Low blood sugar. Dizzy.”

She looked down at his pale face, the shadows under his eyes, and heard the rasp in his voice—he really did look completely drained.

While holding him up, she reached into her bag and pulled out a tin.
“I have some candy—eat one first.” She popped one out and held it up to him.

Wen Shaoqing glanced down at it and frowned almost imperceptibly.
“Mint?”

Cong Rong blinked. “Mint is still sugar.”

He hesitated. “I don’t like mint.”

For some reason, Cong Rong felt an odd sense of triumph, as if she’d finally won a round. She smirked inwardly but kept her face calm.
“Oh? Then don’t eat it.”

Wen Shaoqing said nothing, eyes closed, waiting for the dizziness to pass. Whether from low blood sugar or her sass was unclear.

Eventually, she softened and offered the candy again.
“Just eat it.”

Wen Shaoqing slowly opened his eyes, looked at her, then lowered his head. Without warning, he leaned in toward her palm, slightly parted his lips, and flicked the candy into his mouth with his tongue. Then he stood up straight.

“Thanks,” he murmured.

The warm, slick feeling of his tongue brushing her palm made her hand tingle. Her mind went blank and her heart fluttered. That strange feeling in her chest swelled and surged until it nearly overflowed.

She stood frozen for a moment before finally remembering to pull her hand back, hiding it behind her as if trying to conceal something.

Only after a long pause did she mentally scream:
“You’re still flirting with me at a time like this?!”

Then she glanced at him again—weak, leaning against the wall, that touch of illness only made him more dangerously attractive. Her heart itched, and her thoughts were a mess.

Indeed, flirt or not, the man was pure temptation.

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