The several people sent to investigate had not returned with any news. That person is quite well hidden," Assistant Liu said, straightening his expression.
He actually had some guesses in his heart.
If nothing unexpected happened, it should be someone from the Ning family.
However, if it was confirmed to be a member of the Ning family, it would be like a stab in the heart for President Ning.
"Go and prepare another office," Ning Yecheng instructed.
Assistant Liu's eyes widened. "Does President Ning believe what Zhan Xiaojun said?"
He still felt that Zhan Xiaojun was faking her understanding of everything.
Such profound things as Feng Shui, how could she possibly understand?
This office, it had been occupied by so many of President Ning's uncles and cousins before!
And now, because of a single sentence from Zhan Xiaojun, it was to be abandoned?
Assistant Liu felt that Zhan Xiaojun's methods were truly extraordinary. Any "green tea," "black tea," or "white lotus" would be mere child's play in front of her.
In the past, no woman had ever been able to make President Ning change his mind with just one sentence.
"I'm just bored and want to change locations," Ning Yecheng said.
Assistant Liu did not believe him.
...
Precisely at eight o'clock, Zhan Xiaojun arrived at Yuwan Villa.
She didn't go for a run today; she took a taxi.
She was very interested in cars. In the afternoon, she registered at a driving school and planned to get her license and buy a car. She wanted to practice, and she heard that racing was profitable. She felt she could give it a try.
"How are you feeling today?" Zhan Xiaojun asked as a matter of routine.
Ning Yecheng looked at the girl in front of him, who resembled a high school student yet was as steady and serious as an elder physician. He curved his lips.
She looked somewhat adorable.
"Alright."
Zhan Xiaojun hummed and walked over, sitting down beside Ning Yecheng.
At this close distance, Ning Yecheng could again smell the faint, elusive fragrance emanating from her, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of a calming medicinal aroma.
Was she trying to seduce him?
"Let me check your pulse," Zhan Xiaojun gestured for Ning Yecheng to extend his hand.
She placed a cushion on her lap.
She suddenly noticed that Ning Yecheng's eyes seemed to hold a hidden current when he looked at her.
This person was calculating; she knew he wasn't a good sort.
It seemed she would need to be more wary of him in the future.
"You can diagnose pulses?" Ning Yecheng was surprised again.
Clearly, this young girl, besides being alluring and skilled in acupuncture, could also diagnose pulses?
No, she said she knew how to dance.
When she danced, would he truly be unable to resist and end up sleeping with her?
Zhan Xiaojun didn't answer him, merely glancing at him with the look one would give an idiot. She knew acupuncture and could also discern the ailments that plagued him. If she couldn't even diagnose pulses, how had she navigated the world over the years?
"You're young, yet your body has been considerably depleted. Take good care of yourself, I'll write you a prescription."
Ning Yecheng likely had an old injury that had nearly cost him his life, coupled with years of insomnia. On the surface, he appeared fine, but if he continued to deplete himself like this, it was questionable whether he would live to be forty.
Zhan Xiaojun took out paper and a pen from her bag and meticulously wrote a prescription.
She had been in this world for some time now, but she still wasn't accustomed to the pens here, so she wrote rather slowly.
Perhaps it was a touch of obsessive-compulsiveness; she disliked ugly handwriting.
Ning Yecheng watched Zhan Xiaojun the entire time, her words from earlier, "You're young," still echoing in his ears.
Her delicate voice carried a hint of criticism, like that of an elder.
He watched with interest as she now sat with a proper posture, like a primary school student diligently writing.
Her handwriting was too slow.
She could even write prescriptions?
"The prescription is included in the two million treatment fee," Zhan Xiaojun handed the prescription to Ning Yecheng.
Ning Yecheng looked at the paper in his hand. The handwriting was very beautiful.
It was as if she had studied under a calligraphy master.
He immediately felt a degree of admiration.
The person who had trained her behind the scenes had put in some effort, cultivating her according to his preferences.
"I don't take Chinese medicine," Ning Yecheng said flatly.
The taste was too bitter. Swallowing it felt like self-torture, and he saw no need to torment himself.
Zhan Xiaojun, having encountered many who feared bitter medicine, smiled brightly. "I've written instructions for honey pills on it. You won't have to drink the medicine, and it won't be unbearably bitter."
"Let's give it a try," Ning Yecheng looked at the girl's smile, his eyes deepening slightly.
...
Under the ink-black night sky.
Zhan Xiaoli and Yun Xiaojing carefully carried a sleeping woman back to the village.
"Dad, Mom, we found our sister! She's been in a coma since being rescued and still hasn't woken up."
Zhan Xiaofeng followed closely behind, explaining the situation to Yun Shu and Zhan Tianye, who were walking in quickly.
Their sister had lost a lot of weight and her complexion was frighteningly pale. The three of them were heartbroken.
He had checked her and found that his sister was still clinging to life. He had tried many methods, but she still hadn't woken up.
Yun Shu approached the bedside, her voice calm and collected. "Let me take a look."
Upon seeing Xiaojun's bloodless face and extremely weak breathing, Yun Shu's heart sank, and then a pang of pain welled up.
Her daughter, whom she cherished and doted on, had been harmed to the point of being comatose!
She examined her meticulously.
Yun Shu took out a pill from the medicine bottle she carried and placed it in Zhan Xiaojun's mouth.
The pill melted upon contact with the tongue.
"Mom, Xiaojun, she..." the three said in unison.
Yun Shu looked at her three sons, then at Zhan Tianye. "Whether Xiaojun wakes up depends on fate. All we can do is wait."
Zhan Tianye's lips tightened. "Xiaoli, Xiaojing, Xiaofeng, come with your father. It's time we settled accounts with those people."
"Okay!"
How dare they injure Xiaojun so severely? Not a single one of them would escape!
...
The night was deep.
On the large Simmons bed, Zhan Xiaojun clutched the quilt tightly, a cold sweat beading on her forehead.
In her dream, there was a fierce battle.
Her vision was filled with a bloody mist.
Her parents and brothers were all there.
Their family's hidden guards were also present.
Uncle Jingheng and the others had also gone.
They were shouting for revenge, filled with anger and murderous intent, their bodies splattered with the filthy blood of others.
"Be careful, be careful..."
Suddenly.
Zhan Xiaojun felt as if she had lost weight and was falling from a high cliff.
Then, she jolted awake.
Although the room was dim, she calmed herself. She was still in another world, not back with her parents. In her dream, she had seen herself comatose at home, seen Jing Lan taking care of her, and also seen her parents avenging her.
She wasn't dead, just unconscious.
Was her coma due to her soul being trapped here?
Then why couldn't she return?
She clutched the quilt.
She wanted to go back!
Her family was still in that world.
She didn't want her parents and brothers to worry.
"Bang!"
The tightly closed door was kicked open.
A tall figure strode towards her.
"You..."
Before the person could finish speaking, Zhan Xiaojun, with a strange force, pinned him onto the bed.
Simultaneously, Zhan Xiaojun straddled him, her cool, soft hands grasping his neck.
It seemed that in the next second, those soft, delicate hands could snap his neck.
"It's me," Ning Yecheng's lips curved slightly, and he spoke with a hint of helplessness.