Two hours later.
It was already eight in the evening.
The sky outside had darkened.
Zhan Xiaojun yawned, glanced at the time on her phone, and said softly to the astonished Assistant Liu beside her, "You watch from the side, record how long he slept, and then text me. I'm leaving now."
"Wait!" Assistant Liu, unsure of what was happening, looked panicked.
"You should stay here. I can't handle this situation."
Assistant Liu rarely admitted he couldn't handle something. As President Ning's special assistant, even if he couldn't do it, he could say he could with a straight face.
However, today was a bit different.
This was the first time he had seen President Ning fall asleep in front of him!
Zhan Xiaojun was speechless. "He's already asleep. You just need to wait for him to wake up and record the time. What can't you handle? I need to go home, don't waste my time."
Assistant Liu clearly sensed Zhan Xiaojun's disdain and finally composed himself. "I still don't understand how you know acupuncture?"
He was afraid something had truly happened to President Ning!
He had to admit President Ning was incredibly bold to actually let Zhan Xiaojun do it.
Wasn't he afraid that with each needle Zhan Xiaojun inserted, his life would be at risk?
"Assistant Liu, too much curiosity isn't good for you. Not everyone and everything can be probed. Even if you have someone investigate, you won't find out what you want to know. As long as your President Ning can be cured by me, nothing else matters." After speaking, Zhan Xiaojun walked out without waiting for Assistant Liu to respond.
Assistant Liu once again felt speechless.
Why did he feel Zhan Xiaojun had a similar aura to their President Ning?
After just a few words, she could command respect.
He, an experienced and knowledgeable special assistant, was actually intimidated by someone who hadn't even graduated from high school?
In the absolute silence, Assistant Liu fell into deep self-doubt.
Three hours later.
Assistant Liu was dozing off, leaning against a nearby chair.
Suddenly, he heard a question: "How long did I sleep?"
Assistant Liu sprang up like a zombie, reflexively standing up. He raised his wrist and checked the time. "To be precise, it should be four hours."
After saying that, he was shocked.
Four hours?
As far as he knew, President Ning only slept a maximum of two hours a day, sometimes going two or three days without closing his eyes.
Therefore, the Ning family was genuinely worried about President Ning's health.
The family doctor had also said that in the long run, President Ning's health would definitely have major problems.
In short, his lifespan would be shortened.
"Four hours?" Ning Yecheng's dark, bottomless eyes showed a hint of surprise.
It had been over ten years, hadn't it?
He had never slept for three hours.
He couldn't even remember how he had fallen asleep.
"Yes." Assistant Liu raised his hand to check his watch again.
"Where is she?" Ning Yecheng asked.
Assistant Liu didn't understand who "she" referred to at first, but quickly realized. "Miss Zhan left three hours ago."
On the surface, he was calm and composed, but inside, a storm was raging.
Was that Zhan Xiaojun really that capable?
More capable than any renowned doctor he had ever encountered?
After the first acupuncture session, she could make President Ning sleep for four hours!
Thinking back now, Zhan Xiaojun's acupuncture technique was incredibly fast. He hadn't realized there were so many acupoints on a person's head!
President Ning had undergone acupuncture before, using traditional Chinese medicine, but it seemed different from Zhan Xiaojun's needling method.
"Please ask her to see me tomorrow." Ning Yecheng stood up, holding a glass of water. He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed coldly out at the scenery.
"Yes."
...
When Zhan Xiaojun arrived home, she told Lin Ya, who was worried about her, that she had met a friend and they had talked for a long time as they hadn't seen each other in ages.
Seeing that Lin Jing was not home, she asked about him. Lin Ya said Lin Jing had found a night job and wouldn't be back until midnight.
After taking a bath and lying in bed, she finally took out her phone.
Her WeChat was flooded with messages from Yang Yizhi.
"Xiaojun, I'm so touched! I never imagined you'd go through fire and water for me."
"Xiaojun, why did President Ning take you away?"
"Xiaojun, are you alright?"
"Please don't be okay!"
"Xiaojun, Xiaojun, Xiaojun!"
"..."
As the messages progressed, it became increasingly clear how anxious and distraught Yang Yizhi was.
Zhan Xiaojun sent a voice message directly, "I'm fine, don't worry."
She then tossed her phone aside again.
When she woke up, her phone was once again filled with messages.
She first checked Yang Yizhi's.
"Wuwuwu... That's great! I was so worried. You... what did you promise them? Xiaojun, it's all my fault. I implicated you."
"It's nothing. I happened to save Ning Yecheng once, and he didn't want to owe me a favor," Zhan Xiaojun replied casually.
Then, she opened Assistant Liu's WeChat.
"President Ning slept for a total of four hours yesterday."
"Miss Zhan, President Ning wants to see you tomorrow. Please come to Ning Group tomorrow. President Ning has instructed that you set the price this time."
A smile played on Zhan Xiaojun's lips. Set the price?
Did he finally have something useful in his head this time?
"Xiaojun, are you awake?"
Lin Ya, hearing a sound from the room outside, gently inquired.
"Yes, I'm awake." Zhan Xiaojun put down her phone, got out of bed, and opened the door.
"I made breakfast, clear soup noodles. You especially loved them when you were little." Lin Ya sounded a bit hesitant.
She was afraid Xiaojun wouldn't like it.
Xiaojun had occasionally complained in recent years about their family being poor and the food not tasting good.
This morning, she felt she could cook again, even better than yesterday. She just didn't know if her cooking was still edible after such a long time.
Seeing Lin Ya's hesitant demeanor, Zhan Xiaojun sighed inwardly. That original host, that was your own mother. How could you make your mother so humble as a child?
She immediately sat down at the table. The clear soup noodles contained green vegetables and a boiled egg, looking quite appetizing.
"This is delicious! Mom, your cooking is amazing! These are the best clear soup noodles I've ever eaten!" Zhan Xiaojun was generous with her praise.
It wasn't that she was intentionally flattering; the taste was genuinely good.
The original host's memories were filled with disdain for Lin Ya.
Even if Lin Ya had prepared a table full of dishes with great care, the original host would have complained that it wasn't tasty and the ingredients were too simple.
She would often have malicious thoughts, urging Lin Ya to remarry, saying Lin Ya was good-looking and should find a rich stepfather.
Under the original host's suppression, it was no wonder Lin Ya had become so insecure.
Lin Ya was nervous, not expecting Xiaojun's usual disdain. Instead, to her delight, Xiaojun praised the food. "Really?"
"Of course, it's real! If you don't believe me, Mom, try it yourself." Zhan Xiaojun got up to help Lin Ya sit down.
After Lin Ya sat down, Zhan Xiaojun noticed there were only two bowls of noodles on the table. "Where's Uncle?"