It Seems Like My Senior Seems to Like Me - Chapter 94

When she first started working, time passed quickly.

After all, backed by the Davis brand, the veterinary hospital never really had any downtime. Sometimes, right after finishing one surgery, they had to immediately prepare for the next.

“The pay is fine, but it’s really exhausting!”

That day when she came home, Ye Wanjia hugged the person cooking from behind, resting her head on her shoulder, arms wrapped around that slender waist. When Pei Suye turned to fetch some ingredients midway, she still clung to her like a conjoined twin, refusing to let go.

“Why are so many people fighting to get in? It’s not easy at all!”

Pei Suye skillfully whisked the eggs. “Being tired means you’re improving. Working with senior doctors, you’re learning a lot.”

“Hmph.” Ye Wanjia wasn’t satisfied with her response and snorted in protest.

“What’s wrong?” Pei Suye stopped whisking, tilted her head, and asked.

Ye Wanjia glared at her, but her arms around her waist didn’t loosen.

“You don’t even comfort me. You sound just like my boss.”

“Heh…”

Pei Suye raised the wide bowl of egg mixture in her hand, looking troubled. “Isn’t this why I’m making you a peach cake? To reward Dr. Ye for saving lives?”

Ye Wanjia pouted. “Cake can’t soothe my weary heart.”

“What should I do then?”

Her intention was to suggest making the new pizza recipe she had just learned. But before she could say more, the hand around her waist sneaked under her shirt hem, fingers wandering upward.

“Hey.” The muscles on her abdomen tensed at the sensitive touch. Pei Suye quickly pressed her elbow against Wanjia’s arm, a clear warning in her voice:

“Ye Wanjia.”

“I’m just touching.”

With her ear pressed against Pei Suye’s, Wanjia murmured, voice buzzing softly:

“After holding scalpels all day, my hands are always cold. Let me feel the warmth of my senior sister’s jade-like skin.”

It was just the beginning of autumn. Her fingers, chilled from being outside, were nothing like the steady warmth of 37°C that radiated from Pei’s waist. As the shirt loosened, those vine-like fingers climbed upward, bringing tingling shivers in their wake.

Pei Suye endured, stiffly whisking the egg mixture two more times, suppressing the heat surging inside.

“Alright. They’re warm now.”

Her words sank into silence, like a stone thrown into the sea.

Instead of retreating, that restless hand climbed further, unfastening a button, slipping past the loosened shell, brushing against soft clouds of tenderness.

Thud… thud…

The whisk slowed. Fingers gripping the handle whitened with strain, leaving only a faint red line in the nail bed, as though barely restraining the flames roaring inside.

Her pretty eyes lost focus, clouded with a haze that belonged only to the night. Her eyelids drooped little by little, concealing the wild emotions spreading within. Lips parted slightly, nostrils flaring as she let out a heavy breath.

Bang!

The stainless steel bowl was slammed onto the counter. In that instant, the volcano erupted—lava blazing skyward, smoke billowing, as though the whole world caught fire.

Pei Suye seized that restless hand, spun around sharply, and captured those soft lips in a fierce kiss, plunging headlong into the sea of desire.

She was gentle, yet also cool-headed.

But all her dominance, passion, and recklessness came only because the one provoking her was Ye Wanjia.

That day, the cake never got made.

By the end, Dr. Ye didn’t even have the strength to lift a finger, lying face down on the wrinkled pillow, sobbing in protest:

“Didn’t they say… PhD students have no stamina…”

Afterward, Pei Suye gently pressed against her, slipping a hand between her abdomen and the mattress, holding her close as she murmured hoarsely:

“I haven’t graduated yet—I’ve got plenty of stamina.”

Through this clash of stamina, the two of them spent two sweet years together.

In that time, Pei Suye successfully obtained her PhD, and Ye Wanjia thrived at the veterinary hospital. The little kitten they adopted, Cheese, grew from a palm-sized baby into a big round furball.

That year, Ye Wanjia, at twenty-seven, was recruited by Nanzhou Veterinary Hospital as a visiting surgeon specializing in operations.

At twenty-nine, with five high-impact Zone One publications and more than ten patents, Pei Suye was hired by their alma mater, Nanzhou University, as a professor in veterinary pharmacology.

In a riverside villa, Wei Xiaoxiao raised her large mug of beer and smacked the table with gusto:

“Come on, let’s toast the return of our two globe-trotters!”

Everyone raised their glasses. Between drinks and chatter came the familiar cheers:

“Cheers—!”

Around the table sat not only the couple and Wei Xiaoxiao, but also old friends from their university days—especially those from the student council, like vice president Liang Shangbin and Qiu Yan. After graduation, most had chosen to stay and build their careers in Nanzhou.

From eighteen-year-old freshmen until now, nearly ten years had flown by. Time had left traces on everyone’s faces.

The once-simple Liang Shangbin now wore suits and ties, bragging drunkenly about his one-year-old daughter. Qiu Yan was still as cool as ever; rumor had it she was now a taekwondo instructor at the youth center, thanks to her sharp skills.

Wei Xiaoxiao’s pet shop business had flourished, expanding into three bustling branches.

In the blink of an eye, everyone had carved out their own paths.

“You know what?”

After a few more drinks, Liang Shangbin slipped into his old, long-winded, fatherly tone, speaking earnestly:

“If there’s something that hasn’t changed, it’s really you two. You haven’t changed.”

He raised his hand, drunk and dramatic:

“Back then, you two were secretly dating, always giving each other looks. Just one bicycle, and you’d circle around campus all day together. Who’d have thought, after all these years, you’d still be together. Truly, role models for the rest of us! Come on, drink with me!”

He tilted his head back and downed a full glass.

Pei Suye smiled. “You haven’t changed either. Same personality as before.”

“Who says so?”

He began counting on his fingers, listing all the ways he’d changed. After finishing with himself, he started listing others, one by one, until he finally landed on Wei Xiaoxiao.

“See? Even Xiaoxiao has changed. Back then, she was always hanging off Jiang Shiyu, acting cute. And now? She’s a big boss, runs the show, calls the shots. Don’t you think Jiang Shiyu must regret it to death?”

The words dropped, and the table fell into dead silence.

It was as if someone had yanked the plug at a dance floor—the music stopped, the noise vanished.

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances, not knowing how to break the awkwardness.

At last, Ye Wanjia stepped in with a smile, steering the topic:

“How did you suddenly become a ‘big boss’? Did your pet shop expand again?”

At the mention of her pride, Wei Xiaoxiao’s gloom vanished. Half-proud, half-modest, she replied:

“Not much really, just opened two more branches.”

“Wow!”

The table erupted with exclamations:

“Impressive, Xiaoxiao! Business is booming!”

“Next time our dog needs grooming, we’re coming to your place.”

“By the way, that handmade cat food we bought from you last time—our fur baby loved it!”

And so the awkwardness was drowned out in laughter again.

But no one knew—at the mention of Jiang Shiyu, that long-buried name carved a fresh scar into Wei Xiaoxiao’s heart.

Nanzhou University offered generous benefits to its new recruits. With her professorship, Pei Suye was allotted an apartment near campus. Once the paperwork was done, they moved from their rental into their new home.

On moving day, Wei Xiaoxiao had promised to come help. But when the couple had nearly finished moving everything themselves, she was still nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, Xiaoxiao, what’s going on?”

Just then, Wei Xiaoxiao called. Ye Wanjia finally learned the situation.

“Wanjia, you and the president will have to manage without me. I can’t get away here.”

Even speaking fast, the background noise couldn’t be drowned out—a sharp, scolding voice came through the line:

“Our dog got infected at your shop! You owe us an explanation!”

At the pet shop, a young woman clutching her sickly brown poodle blocked the entrance, refusing to let anyone in or out.

“Here’s the test result from the vet—look for yourself! It was only boarded for a week, and now it’s infected. If you don’t explain this today, no one’s leaving! And let me tell you, my friend works at the Immunology Institute. One phone call, and I’ll have your shop shut down!”

Her voice rang out with such momentum that a crowd of onlookers quickly gathered, pointing and murmuring. Their conclusion was unanimous—

A black-hearted shop.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, a tall figure stepped out from the crowd. She stopped behind the troublemaker and said, word by word:

“I’m from the Animal Disease Research Institute. Here’s my card.”

Her voice was steady and cold, like factory-cut blocks of ice—every facet reflecting the same light.

Hearing the familiar voice over the phone, Ye Wanjia froze. It took her two seconds to react. She turned to Pei Suye beside her.

“I… I think I just heard Xiaoyu’s voice.”

Xiaoyu—Jiang Shiyu.

The one who had been separated from Wei Xiaoxiao for years.

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