Everyone Loves Pei Jiyu

CHAPTER 3 - A Short Dream

I didn't expect to meet an acquaintance while having a meal out.

As soon as I put down the menu after ordering, a man sat down opposite me and almost gave me a scare.

On closer look, it turned out to be Dr. Meng.

Currently, he wasn't working and wore casual clothes. His expression also wasn't as serious as when I saw him at the hospital. I could hardly recognize him.

"Dr. Meng," I greeted.

He reintroduced himself, "I'm not working now, so you can just call me Meng SiQi."

"Meng SiQi," I said, easily changing my term of address.

He smiled at me.

Wow, he was really smiling at me.

As I had assumed that he was someone who didn't smile, I looked as if I had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

"Are you really Dr. Meng?" I asked disbelievingly.

He looked puzzled and said, "Of course I am. Why would you ask that?"

"You look like a different person."

He understood what I meant after a while.

"It's something that's required in my profession," he said. "To be a doctor, one can't be emotional."

I nodded to indicate that I understood. "Doctors aren't human beings."

Meng SiQi took it in stride.

Seeing that he didn't object to my statement, I went even further.

"Every time we met, you acted like this."

I carefully recalled the instances when we met, put on a solemn face, and imitated him. "Mr. Pei, I suggest that you inform your family."

He was amused by my imitation so much that he had started laughing.

"Mr. Pei, you're a very interesting person," he said.

"You can call me Pei JiYu." I also started laughing. "You told me to call you Meng SiQi, but you address me as Mr. Pei. That's too polite."

He nodded and said, "JiYu."

This man. I only told him not to be too polite and he took advantage of it to call me so intimately.

"JiYu," he said with a stern countenance, "You should accept treatment, or it will be dangerous."

Tut, the cold Dr. Meng had made a return.

"I'm not afraid." I had also stopped laughing and said to him in the same tone, "I have a terminal disease and will die soon, so having cancer is nothing significant. It's not as if I'll be able to live long."

He was taken aback, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"You'll make your parents sad with such an attitude."

He brought out the family card, but it was a pity that it would not work on me.

I retorted, "My mother died when I was young, and my father severed our father and son relationship."

At that, he turned speechless.

I then explained to him, "My father is ashamed of the fact that I like men. I haven't seen him for four years."

He opened his mouth and closed it again. He probably wanted to apologize but didn't know how looking embarrassed.

Seeing him like that made me delighted. I never thought that Dr. Meng, who had a face akin to steel, would experience a day where he felt humiliated.