Returning at this hour, and showing no signs of panic, suggested she had gone to see someone who could smooth things over.
"I took your money, so I naturally have to be on time," Zhan Xiaojun said, though she was unclear why he seemed so moody, nor did she have the curiosity to speculate.
High places are lonely.
As the head of the Ning Group, he had a great deal to contend with.
Ning Yecheng's gaze suddenly locked onto Zhan Xiaojun.
He saw her perfect figure, her curves accentuated, her skin as white as snow, her beautiful eyes gazing at him as if they were hooks, inching their way towards him.
He had never seen any woman like her, one who could wear black to exude an aura that was both mysterious and pure, yet also seductive, cold, and captivatingly alluring.
Ning Yecheng's thin lips curved upwards.
No wonder she came to see him at this time; she had truly put thought into her preparation.
His curiosity was piqued.
How would she ask for his favor?
"Nothing else you want to say?" Ning Yecheng asked with a gentle smile.
He would give the girl a chance.
Zhan Xiaojun glanced at him. "Have you been having headaches today?"
In fact, for Ning Yecheng, if he could put aside all his affairs and recuperate for a while, find a place to vacation, coupled with her treatment, his sleep quality would improve, and his bodily functions could recover significantly in the fastest possible time.
It was somewhat a pity.
Once someone has been at the top for too long, they are reluctant to come down.
Few people could achieve what her father did.
Thinking of her father made her miss home even more.
Soon, very soon, matters concerning her past self would be resolved, and then she could return home to reunite with her family!
Zhan Xiaojun's wandering thoughts made Ning Yecheng believe she was apprehensive.
Unsure of how to ask him?
Ning Yecheng rarely felt such an eager anticipation for a woman.
But the girl before him, even in her attempts to entice, carried a hint of innocence. As he watched her, the light in his eyes softened.
"It's alright, it doesn't hurt that much," his voice was a little hoarse.
As a man, he understood his feelings for the girl.
She hadn't done anything yet, and he even felt a primal urge, those thin straps seeming as though they could snap easily with a gentle pull.
"So it still aches intermittently?" Zhan Xiaojun furrowed her brows slightly. What did he mean by 'it doesn't hurt that much'?
And also.
The way he was looking at her…
It was somewhat like a wild beast in the mountains staring at its prey.
Ning Yecheng felt pleased but also a little impatient. "Mmm."
The girl's voice was soft and pleasant, even to her own ears, though she didn't realize it.
"It should improve in a few days," Zhan Xiaojun considered carefully, earnestly thinking about his condition.
And just like before, she sat down on the sofa. Once he sat down, she naturally took his pulse.
Her fingertips were cool.
And the pads of her fingers were soft.
Ning Yecheng, taking advantage of his height, was a head taller than the girl when he sat down. He lowered his gaze slightly, able to glimpse her fair, soft, and smooth skin.
His Adam's apple bobbed.
He shifted his gaze to her hands.
Slender, jade-like fingers.
As if radiating a moist luster.
Zhan Xiaojun suddenly looked up at Ning Yecheng.
Their eyes met unexpectedly.
The man's thoughts were deep, his eyes profound, and no ripple of emotion stirred within her heart.
The girl frowned. The pulse she felt made it clear that Ning Yecheng's eyes held more than just his career.
As a medical practitioner, one who should fulfill her duties once paid, she spoke, "Mr. Ning, you are twenty-eight this year, correct?"
Ning Yecheng's interest was piqued. "Correct."
When he looked at the girl, his gaze was like that of a pet owner watching a kitten, observing how she racked her brain to plan her next move.
"As far as I know, Mr. Ning, you do not have a girlfriend, nor are you married, correct?" Zhan Xiaojun continued to ask.
The smile in Ning Yecheng's eyes deepened. "Precisely."
The girl was quite innocent; perhaps she was afraid of becoming the third party by accident?
Zhan Xiaojun nodded like an elder, speaking with earnestness and veiled words, "At your age, Mr. Ning, you should have a partner; it would be beneficial for both your mind and body."
She hoped he would understand.
Actually, it didn't necessarily have to be a woman; he could take care of himself.
However, that was a bit too explicit to say.
Ning Yecheng suddenly leaned forward.
Zhan Xiaojun's vision darkened slightly. She looked up to see him suddenly close to her, at a distance where their breaths mingled. If he moved any closer, they would touch.
She froze.
"After all your brainstorming, this is all you've come up with? Have you never dated before?" Ning Yecheng raised his hand and placed it on the girl's chin, the feel of her skin even better than he had imagined.
Her skin was exceedingly fine and smooth.
His voice was low and seductive, his deep, dark eyes fixed only on the girl's rosy lips.
Zhan Xiaojun snapped back to reality.
This was the first time anyone had gotten so close to her!
He was taking liberties!
Zhan Xiaojun's eyes suddenly turned cold. She grabbed Ning Yecheng's hand and then nimbly stood up from the sofa.
Now she was looking down at him.
She was somewhat irate. "I'm treating your illness, and you're taking advantage of me?"
Ning Yecheng was first taken aback, then gave a cold, dismissive laugh. "Girl, don't be so dramatic. I've said what needed to be said. Now you're playing hard to get. My patience is limited, and I don't do charity. Don't make me angry."
Zhan Xiaojun's mouth twitched violently. "When I was taking your pulse, I didn't detect any issues with your brain. Have you been suffering from insomnia for years? And now that you can finally get a few nights of peaceful sleep, you're hallucinating from happiness? Speak, what do you mean?"
Did he think paying her two million to treat him was a loss?
And now he regretted it?
Playing hard to get?
And just casting aspersions on her?
Frankly, he was implying she was seducing him?
Ning Yecheng narrowed his eyes, leaning back against the sofa, and looked up at the girl.
The girl's face was a picture of disbelief and speechless exasperation.
It was as if a basin of cold water had been suddenly doused over his head.
She hadn't been trying to seduce him just now.
He had been deluding himself.
"I'm going back to my room. I think you need to seriously consider how you're going to face me. I am a doctor, not a prostitute," Zhan Xiaojun said, a mix of embarrassment and anger in her voice, then turned and walked upstairs.
This was truly outrageous!
Ning Yecheng's eyes became even deeper and more unfathomable. His taut, thin lips exuded a murderous aura. When the girl's figure disappeared up the stairs, he made a phone call.
"Liu Ning, you're seeking death!"
Assistant Liu was embracing a beautiful woman at a bar, about to kiss her, when he unexpectedly heard Ning Yecheng's words through the phone. His face suddenly changed, and the woman he had been trying to get close to was instantly pushed away as if she were a hot potato.
He then stood up, covering the phone, and asked, "Mr. Ning, is there some misunderstanding?"
Cold sweat poured down his face.
He had always been cautious in his work, and there had been no major issues at the company today. Why would Mr. Ning suddenly say he was seeking death?
"Find out who helped Zhan Xiaojun resolve tomorrow's news! I want the answer in one hour!"