Anran never expected that a joke from before would actually lead Duan Xingzhou to present a medical report in front of her.
"Sweetheart, take a look. Your husband is perfectly fine, not a single problem."
Anran stared blankly at him, "What is this...?"
"A check-up report, look, freshly made today." Duan Xingzhou bent over slightly, "Sweetheart, I specially did this to put your mind at ease. Isn't your husband lovely?"
"You..."
Anran was at a loss for words for a moment, "Didn't I tell you there was no need for this? Why did you still go?"
She knew just how many strange looks a man would garner if he went for such a check-up, especially for someone like Duan Xingzhou, who could make headlines anytime; the news titles wouldn't sound pleasant at all.
Yet he went, just to make sure she felt at ease.
"Well... once it's done, everyone can relax, not just you, but me too. So now you shouldn't have any worries, just let things flow naturally, understand?"
