Su Ningyan felt petrified on the ground, watching him gently stroke his lips with his fingertips and smile with such ambiguity.
What…what did his words mean?
Did they mean that he was going to torture her again today?
Su Ningyan frowned deeply, she would rather die than endure the endless pain.
She absolutely wouldn’t; she had already made up her mind.
“You should go for your check-up now.”
Su Ningyan got up from him, after all, falling asleep on top of him and even drooling was too embarrassing.
After about ten minutes, Zhuo Junyue went to the examination room, mainly to check the blood clot in his brain.
About two hours later, the result came out.
The blood clot in Zhuo Junyue’s brain had shrunk by about 10mm.
This result was extremely good news compared to before.
No doctor in the country dared to perform this high-risk operation on the heir to the multi-billion dollar Zhuo family fortune.
If anything went wrong with this important person, no one would dare to take the risk.
Zhuo Zhengxiu didn’t dare let his son take this risk either, even if Zhuo Junyue was to be blind for a lifetime, he couldn’t risk his life.
After a risk assessment by the doctors, the best current solution is still rest, allowing the blood clot in his brain to gradually disappear.
By the time they returned to the hillside manor, it was already past six in the evening.
The sun had already set, leaving a large part of the sky filled with clouds edged in gold.
As they alighted from the car, Mr.
Lin had already had the servants prepare the meal.
Once the food was laid out, the servants quickly retreated, afraid of unwittingly angering the young master.
Su Ningyan was a bit hungry, she looked at the dishes on the table, all freshly cooked and still hot.
“Uncle, wouldn’t you like to start with some soup?”
Su Ningyan moved the soup over, thought for a while, and decided it would be better to feed him herself.
After all, Zhuo Junyue’s eyes weren’t working well now, and if the soup spilled on him, he was likely to get angry.
The meal took over an hour.
Miss Xia and Mr.
Lin watched from the side, grinning, “Miss Su really knows how to handle this, the young master has eaten quite a lot tonight.””
“Yes, Miss Su truly has a blessed face, the young master is sure to recover.”
The two whispered to each other, meanwhile reporting the young master’s dinner situation to old master Zhuo.
To expedite Zhuo Junyue’s recovery, a rehabilitation room had been prepared for him several days ago.
However, after spending the entire day at the hospital, Zhuo Junyue opted out of exercise for the day.
Tonight held something even more important, and his foot’s cast had already been removed.
He remembered the luxury bathtub in the bathroom, it was more than enough to accommodate two people.
Thus, half an hour after dinner, Zhuo Junyue decreed his intentions.
Hearing his desire to bathe, Su Ningyan instantly tensed up, “Your…your foot has just had the cast removed, you shouldn’t take a bath yet.”
“Shut up, we’re taking a mandarin duck bath tonight.”
A mandarin duck bath?
Hearing this phrase, Ningyan felt a chill rise from the soles of her feet.
She felt that she was likely to lose her life, and dared not approach him.
“Su Jingyu, I’ll say this one more time, if you make me repeat myself again, I’ll torment you an extra time.”
Pervert!
Dead pervert!
Does he have no other way to threaten her?
“Do you want to spend all night doing it?” Zhuo Junyue waited for her to come over, growing angry at her delay.
Frightened, Su Ningyan hurried over, “I’ll go and prepare the bath water for you.”
After Su Ningyan finished speaking, she felt somewhat afraid.
This man hadn’t spared her all night.
And so, when Su Ningyan went in to prepare the bath, she also took a package of sanitary pads.