783: This Was the Real Her...

This Was the Real Her...

The first thing that filled her eyes was a skeleton!0

A complete skeleton…

Nian Xiaomu's body froze as if she had discovered a crime scene, she turned around and got ready to sprint away.

Just as she had taken her first step out, she remembered Tan Bengbeng's occupation and stopped in her tracks.

As she moved to call the police, she froze and took another glance at the skeleton in the cabinet.

The entire skeleton was very clean.

Not a single trace of blood could be seen, and the smell of disinfectant could be detected as well—it looked like one of those models that were used in hospitals for learning purposes.

Furthermore, it looked very new.

Nian Xiaomu hesitated for a few seconds. Then, she mustered her courage and approached the skeleton again. She reached out.

It felt cold to the touch…

Immediately after, she noticed the metal nails that connected the joints of the skeleton and heaved a sigh of relief.

How could she forget that the Tan family was a well-known family in the medical science field?

This would be a fake skeleton that was used for learning purposes.

However, Tan Bengbeng was a lady and she still dared to place such a thing in her house——it was pretty scary.

Good thing she had got guts; otherwise, her soul might just exit her body and get scattered all around with that encounter just now!

Nian Xiaomu returned to her senses and was about to close the cabinet doors. All of a sudden, she spotted a tiny door at the side—it seemed like something was inside.

Biting her lip, she reached out and slowly pulled open the tiny door.

Exhilarated as she was from the skeleton scare, she could still stay calm and close the door when she saw the specimen that was soaked in Formalin solution, even though her face had turned a little pale.

Then, she shut the doors of the cabinet.

She searched the entire storeroom thoroughly but still could not find the items that were similar to the baseball cap or wig.

Nope, there was a baseball cap.

However, Tan Bengbeng wasn't the one who had bought it—she was the one who had bought the cap for her after spotting it while she was shopping.

It was placed in Tan Bengbeng's closet, brand new with the tag still attached. It seemed to be completely unused.

Feeling a little perplexed, Nian Xiaomu pulled her ponytail when she walked out of the storeroom.

Based on her understanding of Tan Bengbeng, she knew that she was actually someone who was extremely strict with herself.

She had placed all of her energy in medical research.

She did not have any other entertainment and led a very normal life.

Tan Bengbeng took care of her patients in the hospital during her working hours. After her working hours, she would be taking care of Nian Xiaomu, or other patients that she had happened to pick up from the streets…

If there was really no one who required her care, she would help out at welfare agencies or lock herself in the study room to read those heavenly medical books.

After Nian Xiaomu could take care of herself independently, her favorite past time was to drag Tan Bengbeng to shop, eat, and watch movies with her…

She tried to send her a message through all these activities, "One's life should not be solely about work; she should have a normal interaction with the outside world and also have her own indulgences."

However, none of this worked on Tan Bengbeng…

She still did whatever had to be done.

At the very most, she would accompany Nian Xiaomu when she asked her out, as she could not bear to see her being disappointed.

Technically saying, Tan Bengbeng would not offend anyone.

In that case, why did she suddenly ask the staff members for a baseball cap and a wig at the airport?

Furthermore, she had even bought the items herself when she hadn't managed to borrow them…

Nian Xiaomu could not make sense of Tan Bengbeng's actions—what exactly had happened?

After she had finished blow drying her hair, she returned to the room and lay down on the bed. Twisting her head around, she started to study the room before her eyes, the room that belonged to Tan Bengbeng…

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