"Yes, I can find someone for you who earns a million a year! Xiao Jun, you're smarter now, you deserve someone better!" Lin Kai had already forgotten about being beaten earlier.
Nothing was more important than the fifty thousand they were about to receive.
Fifty thousand was an amount their entire family couldn't earn in ten years.
This trip had truly been worth it!
Uncle Zhao coughed a couple of times, adopting a condescending, elder's demeanor. "Xiao Jun, you're so much better than your mother. You'll definitely amount to something. Although your mother said a lot of unpleasant things earlier, as your uncle, I won't hold it against you. If you ever need help when you return to the village, just come to me. I'll do whatever I can."
The family of three looked at Zhan Xiaojun with smiles.
Zhan Xiaojun looked at the three of them with a half-smile. "However, I haven't met anyone yet who could take money from me."
As her voice fell.
In the stairwell, only a few muffled groans remained.
The sounds indicated pain.
But they couldn't cry out, nor could they alert anyone else.
Until half an hour later.
Zhan Xiaojun bent down and looked at the three people sprawled on the ground. "Did you remember what I said? From now on, do not appear in front of Lin Ya. Even if Lin Ya returns to the village for a visit, stay as far away as possible."
The three looked at Zhan Xiaojun with terrified eyes.
It was as if the Zhan Xiaojun before them was a devil.
A devil that filled them with immense fear.
Trembling, the three of them no longer dared. They nodded frantically.
They could feel their own condition. They weren't physically injured, yet they were in so much pain that it tore at their hearts, and they couldn't make a sound, let alone call for help!
"Get out."
After Zhan Xiaojun said this coldly, she left the stairwell.
She returned home.
To the brother and sister who were preparing to cook, she said, "I've spoken with them. They won't bother us again."
After Zhan Xiaojun left the stairwell, the strength the family of three had lost suddenly returned.
They then scrambled down the stairs, half-running, half-falling.
As they ran, they mumbled, "We don't dare anymore, we really don't dare!"
...
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Zhan Xiaojun arrived at Yuwan Villa precisely on time.
As soon as she entered, Aunt Liu hurried over. "Miss Zhan, please go take a look. President Ning isn't feeling well. He says his stomach hurts."
Zhan Xiaojun's expression immediately darkened. "When did this happen?"
Although Ning Yecheng's injuries had recovered well, it had only been a few days. He should have been resting properly, yet he had gone to work.
"Half an hour ago."
"Okay, I'll go see. There shouldn't be any major problems. Aunt Liu, don't worry."
"Yes, yes, yes. With Miss Zhan here, I'm sure President Ning will be fine."
She had received a call from Old Mrs. Ning, asking her to find a way to bring President Ning and Miss Zhan together. She also liked Miss Zhan a lot and had readily agreed.
Moreover, she could also see that President Ning treated Miss Zhan differently from others.
Zhan Xiaojun went directly to the second floor.
She knocked on the door. "President Ning?"
Ning Yecheng, lying on the bed, heard the voice outside the door and immediately threw his book aside. Then, in a low voice, he said, "Mmm, come in."
Hearing Ning Yecheng's low voice, Zhan Xiaojun's heart sank. Had something happened on his first day back at work?
She pushed the door open and walked in.
"Aunt Liu said your abdomen hurts. Did you strain your wound?"
Ning Yecheng looked at the bright-eyed girl, his gaze fixed on her red lips. He hummed, "I probably strained it."
"Didn't Zhou Ye say he would accompany you to the company?" Zhan Xiaojun asked, puzzled.
Although Zhou Ye's medical skills weren't the best, taking care of a patient with external injuries shouldn't have been difficult. So, how could Zhou Ye have let Ning Yecheng strain his wound?
"Oh, he had something to attend to halfway through and left." Ning Yecheng lied without batting an eye.
In fact, it was he who had asked the intrusive Zhou Ye to leave.
If he hadn't left, how could he have staged this pitiful act today?
Zhan Xiaojun stepped forward. "Let me see the wound."
When they were in the large apartment, she had checked his wound almost twice a day. She had seen him without his pants on. In her eyes, Ning Yecheng was no different from any other patient.
Seeing Zhan Xiaojun so straightforward and generous, with no ulterior motives, Ning Yecheng felt a jumble of emotions.
However, he still lifted his shirt and showed Zhan Xiaojun the bandaged wound.
Today, at the company, to avoid suspicion, he had maintained his work habits as usual.
In reality, the wound did hurt a little.
Zhan Xiaojun opened the bandages and carefully examined the wound.
She skillfully disinfected the wound and then re-bandaged it.
"There's no problem. It's the recovery period, so some pain is normal. You still need to rest more. Ideally, shorten your work hours, after all, you only have one life." Zhan Xiaojun began to take his pulse.
Ning Yecheng watched her with a smile in his eyes. "You're right. I'll listen to you."
Zhan Xiaojun didn't notice his tone and quietly examined his pulse.
After checking, she continued, "You're recovering well now. Your insomnia has also improved significantly."
"It's still early. I'll come back again at nine. Please rest well." Zhan Xiaojun, sure that he was alright, got up to leave.
She had been truly worried just now.
His injury was quite severe. If not for his strong will, he wouldn't have been able to go to work today.
Enduring the whole day and returning without incident showed his good health, and also proved her medical skills had improved.
She would compare with her second brother when she got back!
"My head hurts again."
Just as Zhan Xiaojun was about to reach the door, Ning Yecheng's voice came from behind.
Ning Yecheng had come to a clear realization. Perhaps this Zhan Xiaojun was slow to react to matters between men and women, or perhaps she felt nothing for him, but she truly had no ulterior motives.
Her sharp eyes, like those of an eagle, were as dark as the night.
He saw himself as a hunter.
And Zhan Xiaojun was the prey he intended to catch.
In Yancheng, there weren't many people who didn't have designs on him.
He didn't believe she had no feelings for him at all.
Zhan Xiaojun walked back. She frowned slightly. Why did Ning Yecheng seem so weak tonight?
Before he knew her, wasn't it said that he sometimes couldn't sleep for days and suffered from splitting headaches?
Why was he calling out at the slightest pain now?
"How does it hurt?"
Ning Yecheng's deep eyes flickered, and his voice became low and hoarse. "It's a sharp, throbbing pain that's affecting my rest."
"Lie down, I'll give you a massage," Zhan Xiaojun said.
Ning Yecheng immediately lay down.
"Lie down facing me, and place the pillow on my lap."
On her lap?
A smile flashed in Ning Yecheng's eyes. He immediately took the pillow and moved closer.
The unique fragrance of the girl wafted over.
Ning Yecheng's heart skipped a beat.