Although Assistant Liu was not present, Ning Yecheng could imagine how shocked he was.
Ning Yecheng’s gaze remained fixed on the girl in the video.
Zhan Xiaojun assumed Ning Yecheng was discussing business and didn't say much. She stood quietly to the side, wiping the sweat from her body.
“I’m going to the restroom to clean up,” Zhan Xiaojun whispered. Having visited Yuwan Villa yesterday, she knew where the guest restroom was.
After a quick rinse in the restroom, she changed into clean, neat hoodies and sweatpants. She didn’t blow-dry her hair, as hairdryers could damage the hair quality. Although the original owner’s personality was unpleasant, her hair was naturally good. After drying it with a towel, it was still slightly damp.
Leaning against the sink, she took out her phone and exchanged a few casual messages with Yang Yizhi.
Yang Yizhi had actually transferred her five thousand yuan savings to her.
“I know your father and them kicked you out. I told you before that your father couldn’t be trusted. The fact that he could abandon you and your mother back then shows he’s not a good person. This is the money I’ve earned from the bar recently. Take it to treat Aunt Lin. You were brave enough to risk danger for me, and from now on, I’ll join you in saving Aunt Lin.”
Zhan Xiaojun refused, sending a voice message, “I don’t lack money right now. Keep the money for yourself. We’ll open a dessert shop together later.”
Since Yang Yizhi wasn't in front of Zhan Xiaojun, she didn't see that Yang Yizhi’s eyes had already turned red from crying.
From this day forward, Zhan Xiaojun was her sister!
A short while later, her hair was almost dry, and Zhan Xiaojun walked out.
Ning Yecheng was standing by the window, smoking.
He had been smoking for some time, judging by the several cigarette butts in the ashtray beside him. He was still looking down at his phone, engrossed in whatever was on it.
Zhan Xiaojun took her backpack, retrieved silver needles, and quietly began to sterilize them.
Suddenly, a figure appeared before her. Zhan Xiaojun looked up at Ning Yecheng.
Their eyes met, his deep black gaze fixed on her. He seemed interested in the silver needles in her hand.
“The sterilization will be done quickly,” Zhan Xiaojun said, thinking he was in a hurry. She had checked the time when she left the restroom; it was exactly nine o'clock. Performing acupuncture at this time would allow him to sleep by ten, which was perfect.
“Mhm, do you usually like marathons?” Ning Yecheng asked.
The girl’s skin was fair. Perhaps due to exercise or the shower, her cheeks were slightly flushed, like natural blush. Her waist-length hair, still semi-dry, was casually tied into a low ponytail. She was intently sterilizing the needles. Earlier, she had only glanced at him politely. Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered as her eyes moved.
Ning Yecheng’s breathing hitched.
“Marathons? It’s okay.” Zhan Xiaojun didn’t react immediately, then realized he was referring to long-distance running. For her, having practiced martial arts since childhood, running for hours, practicing stances, or swordsmanship was not a matter of liking or disliking; it was a skill for self-preservation. Moreover, when she was young, her three elder brothers always included her in their various activities.
Thinking of her three brothers, Zhan Xiaojun pursed her red lips.
To Ning Yecheng, this was the girl's unspoken melancholy. Did she not want to spend money on a taxi?
“Besides being able to run, what other sports are you good at?” Ning Yecheng seemed to be making small talk.
Zhan Xiaojun found Ning Yecheng to be not usually so talkative, wondering why he was asking so many questions now. She replied, “Martial arts.”
“Dancing?” Ning Yecheng’s eyes deepened slightly. His gaze subtly swept over the woman’s legs, which were beautiful enough to easily incite sin, and her agile hands as she prepared the acupuncture needles. She looked like a girl who could dance.
“Mr. Ning, would you prefer to lie down in bed or on the sofa?” Zhan Xiaojun held the sterilized silver needles in her palm, ready to begin the treatment.
As the girl stood up, Ning Yecheng caught a faint, subtle fragrance. Looking at her clear, bright, beautiful eyes, something in Ning Yecheng’s heart seemed to be stirred. Assistant Liu had said Zhan Xiaojun would try to seduce him, and Ning Yecheng felt that if she was trying to seduce him, her skills were extremely high. A silent seduction.
“In bed,” Ning Yecheng’s voice was somewhat low and hoarse.
As a medical practitioner, Zhan Xiaojun noticed his abnormality. “Has your headache worsened?” It shouldn’t be the case. She had performed acupuncture yesterday, and even if he were to have a headache today, it shouldn't be worse than usual.
“Mhm.”
“Go to bed.”
They went upstairs, one after the other.
They arrived at Ning Yecheng’s bedroom. Ning Yecheng’s bedroom was somewhat monotonous, with gray as the main theme, complemented by white. It looked too cold and lacked a human touch. But this had nothing to do with Zhan Xiaojun. She had some insights into feng shui layout, but they didn’t believe in it, and more importantly, they hadn’t paid extra for it.
“Lie down.”
Ning Yecheng didn’t move but placed his hand on his shirt button, making no further move. Zhan Xiaojun raised an eyebrow, realizing then that Ning Yecheng was not wearing loungewear but trousers and a shirt. She turned around. “Continue.” It wasn’t that complicated. What kind of bodies hadn’t she seen? She was a physician. To her now, Ning Yecheng was merely a handsome male patient. His physique under his shirt and trousers seemed good. He likely exercised regularly, otherwise his muscular lines wouldn't be so perfectly supported beneath his suit and shirt.
Ning Yecheng seemed slightly surprised, a smile lifting the corners of his lips as he changed. The girl wore a hoodie and sweatpants, looking simple and beautiful, much like a high school student who hadn’t graduated. But when she was serious and focused, she was irresistible. She was a girl who became more enigmatic the more one looked at her.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” Ning Yecheng asked softly. In the night, the mature man's voice carried a seductive power that could lead one to hell.
Zhan Xiaojun felt the atmosphere shift subtly due to the man's low voice. “No.”
Ning Yecheng lay down on the bed. His captivating eyes stared directly at Zhan Xiaojun. Zhan Xiaojun didn’t feel much. Perhaps it was because she had been surrounded by many handsome men since childhood, and had personally witnessed her second brother's smooth talk with various female companions, making her immune to men with seductive charm.
A silver needle was inserted. The cool fingertips seemed to leave a tantalizing touch on Ning Yecheng’s head.
“Don’t talk, close your eyes,” Zhan Xiaojun said coldly.
Subsequently, needles were inserted rapidly, one by one. The girl’s every insertion was swift and decisive. It was a testament to her self-confidence.
…
Even as an old couple, Zhan Zhicheng and Wang Qi often showed affection. After finishing, Wang Qi leaned into Zhan Zhicheng's embrace. “Husband, Lin Ya and Zhan Xiaojun, I don’t know where they moved to. However, the private investigator found Lin Ya’s younger brother at a casino.”