As the charity gala concluded, everyone began to disperse.
Lin Muci, holding up her skirt, walked down the corridor. The media personnel had already left. As a newcomer, she was walking at the very end when Ling Qianhe suddenly stopped, as if waiting for her.
When Lin Muci reached Ling Qianhe, she heard his voice – deep, magnetic, and tinged with a clear, lingering tone.
"You said before you wanted to treat me. Does that still count?"
Lin Muci froze.
"Huh? Didn't you... didn't you refuse?"
"You even cursed at me!"
She remembered everything.
Ling Qianhe's gaze fell upon her face, sprinkled with gold flecks. He reached out and gently brushed her nose with his fingertip.
"Then I apologize."
"If you want to treat me, come to my villa tonight."
"You've been there before."
He said this with a hint of unspoken meaning.
"Back then, I didn't want treatment because I didn't care how long I had left to live."
"But now... I want to live a little longer."
After saying this, without further hesitation, he turned and strode away.
Lin Muci was left staring blankly at Ling Qianhe's retreating back.
Why the sudden change in attitude?
Although she did want to treat Ling Qianhe, her medical skills had not yet upgraded to the level of a Level Two Medical God.
And there was another significant reason.
Lin Muci felt a headache coming on.
She really... didn't want to go back to Ling Qianhe's villa!
...
However, half an hour later, as Lin Muci got into Uncle Li's car, holding her skirt, she quietly gave Ling Qianhe's villa address.
Uncle Li looked somewhat surprised.
"Not going home?"
Lin Muci, feeling a bit guilty, turned her head to look at the street outside.
"I... have some important work to discuss."
The system, in her mind, was trying to provoke her.
"Host, just keep denying it, hahaha! If your heart was half as stubborn as your mouth, you wouldn't have ended up in this situation – Ling Qianhe can really stir your heart... Hey, hey, hey, don't mute me, wuwuwu..."
The system immediately fell silent.
Lin Muci took out her phone.
The charity gala's red carpet tonight had been a spectacle of blooming flowers, and several trending topics had emerged.
Lin Muci's fan club had reposted a complete set of her beautiful photos, followed by the wails of her fans.
"Little Ci is so impressive! She's super beautiful and gorgeous today, sending hearts!"
"How can there be such a beautiful girl? It's life-saving. If beauty were a crime, I'd sentence our Little Ci to life imprisonment."
Because there were many photos taken with Zhao Lan and Ling Qianhe on the red carpet previously, when the media reporters released those photos, fans from various sides began to fight fiercely below.
"Brother Qianhe is handsome alone, please newcomers don't cling."
Then Lin Muci's fans were naturally displeased.
"Who's clinging? Did you even use your eyes? Did you watch the live broadcast? It was Qianhe who actively walked over and asked to take a group photo! If anyone's clinging, it's not my family!"
"Little Ci, although she's a newcomer, is hardworking and upright, with a good reputation. Even Sister Lan praised her talent tirelessly! Don't be so condescending!"
"Exactly, what are you acting so high and mighty for? Besides, they are a natural pair of handsome man and beautiful woman, pleasing to the eye. If your brother really can't be touched, then just tie him up and get him neutered!"
Lin Muci snorted with laughter.
If Ling Qianhe were to get neutered.
Madam Ling would probably go mad.
Her son had already lost his reproductive capacity.
She was counting on Ling Qianhe to have a few children to secure the inheritance of the Ling family fortune.
However, Lin Muci rubbed her chin with her fingers.
What were the sequelae of Ling Qianhe's condition?
...
The car stopped at Ling Qianhe's villa. Uncle Li looked at Lin Muci, wanting to say something but stopping. Lin Muci saw his expression and knew what he wanted to say. She waved her hand with a smile.
"If there's anything, I'll call Uncle Li, right? I know! Uncle Li, don't worry!"
Uncle Li on the opposite side finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Little Ci, don't push yourself. This world isn't just full of good people; there are also many beasts in human clothing, villains, and scoundrels. When you encounter such people, Little Ci, don't be polite to them. Just kick them in the crucial area and run for your life!"
Lin Muci chuckled, but looking at Uncle Li's serious expression, she nodded obediently.
She added:
"Uncle Li, when I went to the charity gala, I met a martial arts star, Brother Long. He heard me say that my driver is very skilled, capable of kicking someone ten meters away with one kick, and wants to seek your guidance."
The one who was kicked ten meters away was, of course, that unlucky fellow Lu Yuanhang.
Uncle Li on the opposite side was stunned. He rubbed his palms, his face full of simple honesty.
"No, no, Little Ci, you exaggerate too much. Where is it ten meters? It's at most five meters."
"You're talking about Wu Minlong? Oh my, I've heard of him. He's one of the best fighters among celebrities now. He was a national Wuying level athlete back then, a national martial arts champion. I've always been curious about how much martial arts foundation he still has after so many years of filming. Do you have his contact information? I want to arrange a sparring session with him."
Uncle Li became excited.
"Little Ci, don't worry. We are all martial artists, we know what we're doing, and we won't hurt each other."
Lin Muci successfully conveyed Wu Minlong's request.
Only then did she turn and walk towards Ling Qianhe's villa.
...
Ling Qianhe hadn't turned on the lights, and the villa was completely dark.
When she rang the doorbell, after a while, the door opened by itself.
It turned out the door had been replaced with an electric one.
She walked in, and from the second floor of the villa, Ling Qianhe's clear, magnetic voice called out.
"Come up."
Lin Muci went upstairs, carrying the traditional Chinese medicine diagnostic tools.
These items were stored in the trunk of Uncle Li's car, and she had brought them directly.
The room was heated, with a thick carpet. It seemed that after she had a high fever on the floor in the basement before, Ling Qianhe had laid a thick carpet on the floor.
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't see Ling Qianhe in the room.
She was a little puzzled.
However, she could hear the sound of water from the bathroom. Lin Muci was in a dilemma. She hesitated and was about to go downstairs to wait in the living room when the bathroom door was pushed open, and Ling Qianhe walked out.
He was only wearing a bathrobe, which was open, revealing his chest and abs. Lin Muci's eyes instantly darted away in panic, only to hear his deep, husky voice.
"What are you panicking about?"
"Aren't you supposed to be very familiar with this?"
He asked.
Lin Muci almost bit her tongue.
He walked out of the bathroom step by step. Lin Muci leaned against the wall as Ling Qianhe approached her.
Lin Muci's voice suddenly became weak.
"I... I'm here to treat you!"
Ling Qianhe's voice seemed to carry a muffled chuckle.
"That's not important."
"What's important is..."
He looked her up and down, his gaze as if he could devour her at any moment.
"What's important is that you're here."
Lin Muci's voice was flustered.
"What do you want?"
"Don't do anything reckless!"
Ling Qianhe's gaze was too intense.
"Sister Lan asked me before if I wasn't afraid of you going to see other wild men. I said."
"No matter how wild other men are, they can't be wilder than me."
His smile was cold, and the light in his eyes made her instinctively shiver, feeling trapped with no escape. Lin Muci swallowed and heard Ling Qianhe ask word by word.
"Are you scared, Sister?"
"But Sister, haven't you experienced it before?"
"What are you afraid of now."
Lin Muci stared at him blankly, on the verge of tears.
She was afraid – she was afraid this crazy little brat would devour her again!
She was afraid he wouldn't be satisfied, afraid he would have another marathon battle for three days and three nights!