Chapter 207 - 149: Goodbye
There were six hours until the flight to the Capital City was scheduled to take off.
Shen Yu suddenly asked, "Dr. Jiang, do you have a thing for stockings?"
Jiang He: "No, I don’t."
Shen Yu: "Last night, you found the stockings in my suitcase and got distracted. You said so yourself."
Shot down by his own confession, Jiang He cleared his throat. "Er, how should I put this... There’s nothing particularly special about the stockings themselves. Fundamentally, they’re just fabric woven from nylon or spandex fibers. What matters... is who’s wearing them."
Shen Yu tilted her head slightly and looked at him. "What if I wear them?"
Jiang He: "Well, that would be nice, of course."
"So I should go change into them?"
"Yeah, okay."
Shen Yu took the stockings and walked into the bathroom.
Jiang He was filled with anticipation.
’I can’t believe I’m getting a bonus scene like this. My wife is just the best.’
But when he turned to look at the clock on the wall, a wave of melancholy washed over him again.
In six hours, she would be heading back to the Capital City.
’Who knows how long it’ll be until we meet again.’
He let out a long sigh.
Teacher Shen came out.
She was wearing a slim-fit, off-white knit sweater on top and a black, woolen miniskirt on the bottom.
The main event, of course, was her beautiful legs in black stockings.
In his past life, Teacher Shen knew about Jiang He’s "XP" and would often wear all sorts of stockings for him.
So, Jiang He recognized the style at a glance: 5D ultra-sheer, his favorite kind.
This type of black stocking was highly transparent and clung to the skin, really accentuating the shape of her legs.
Under the hotel lights, they reflected a soft, gentle sheen.
’Absolutely gorgeous.’
Shen Yu stood by the doorframe, tugging at the hem of her miniskirt.
She had actually agonized in front of the mirror in the bathroom for a long time.
This skirt and the stockings had been stuffed into her suitcase by her roommate, Liu Xiaotian, who called it a "meet-your-boyfriend date outfit."
Shen Yu never wore things like this and felt a little awkward.
The reason she wanted to wear them today was simple: she wanted to give Dr. Jiang a little eye candy before she left, as a little reward for him...
Of course, facing Jiang He’s rather direct stare now, Shen Yu still felt a bit shy.
But she forced a calm expression, pretending to be nonchalant as she walked toward her suitcase. "I don’t usually wear things like this. It feels a little unfamiliar."
Jiang He’s gaze followed her every step, and he blurted out, "You look beautiful."
As if feeling those three words weren’t precise enough, he added, "Extremely beautiful."
Shen Yu pressed her lips together and looked down, pretending to organize her suitcase.
A subtle, awkward silence fell over the room.
Shen Yu knew Jiang He was looking, and Jiang He knew that Shen Yu knew he was looking...
After half a minute, Shen Yu couldn’t stand the quiet tension any longer. She said, "Oh, isn’t it about time? Shouldn’t we be heading to the airport?"
"Oh, it’s fine, it’s fine." Jiang He waved his hands dismissively. "No rush. It’s too early to go now. We’d just be sitting around at the airport with nothing to do."
Shen Yu turned around and asked him, "Then what should we do now?"
Jiang He thought for a moment.
Suddenly remembering something, he asked with concern, "How’s your foot? Is it better?"
Shen Yu: "Huh?"
It took her two seconds to realize Jiang He was talking about when she’d sprained her ankle before.
"Oh, that! It’s fine, it healed a long time ago. It was just a minor twist."
At this, Shen Yu suddenly started laughing, her eyes curving as she looked down at Jiang He’s foot. "Hey, what a coincidence. We both hurt our feet."
Jiang He chuckled along with her. "Yeah."
After they finished laughing, Jiang He made a dead serious proposal. "How about... I check it for you again? I can give it a little massage too, help you relax."
Shen Yu: "Hm?"
Jiang He: "Hm?"
After the exchange of "hms," the room fell silent.
Shen Yu just stared quietly at Jiang He, as if trying to see through to his hidden intentions.
Jiang He put on an innocent, "what-me?" expression.
Then, Shen Yu moved toward Jiang He, getting closer.
And closer.
Finally, she was right in front of him. She bent over, her eyes shining, and stared—
Jiang He leaned back slightly. "Wh-what are you doing?"
Shen Yu tilted her head. "Dr. Jiang, are you sure you just want to examine my foot?"
Jiang He replied with righteous conviction, "Of course! What else would it be? Ankle sprains are common, but if the initial soft tissue contusion doesn’t heal completely, it can easily lead to a chronic injury and recurring sprains. I’m a professional surgeon. I have to be responsible for your health."
Shen Yu blinked, staring at him for a good few dozen seconds.
Finally, she straightened up. "Alright. Go ahead and check it, then."
Jiang He: "Oh, okay. Scoot back on the bed a little."
Shen Yu walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, shifting toward the middle.
Jiang He, in turn, knelt on one knee.
He reached out and touched Shen Yu’s ankle.
The texture of the black stockings was even smoother than he had imagined, and he could feel that her foot was a little cool.
’Isn’t this like a top-tier chocolate-covered ice cream bar?’
Jiang He quickly reined in his thoughts. ’Can’t keep this up, or my wife will label me a pervert.’
"Relax, don’t be tense."
Jiang He began his palpation.
Shen Yu sat on the bed, propping herself up with her hands behind her.
On the surface, she appeared calm and unbothered.
But as Jiang He’s thumb moved, her calf twitched, and her toes curled involuntarily.
’My body’s reacting! I can’t control it!’
Jiang He keenly noticed the twitch, but he pretended he hadn’t, maintaining his professional demeanor.
"Does it hurt here?" Jiang He applied slight pressure with his thumb.
Shen Yu bit her lower lip. "It’s ticklish."
"What about here?" Jiang He’s fingers moved up an inch.