Downstairs, medicine was simmering in the small kitchen.
Huo Zhanxing watched the fire while making several phone calls.
On the other end of the line, Xiao Ye was so shocked when he heard his boss say he was getting engaged and needed to arrange everything from the engagement ring and wedding dress to the castle hotel that his tongue tied itself in knots.
Who… who’s getting engaged?
Oh my god?
The thousand-year-old iron tree, the ten-thousand-year-old wooden club—his boss was actually getting engaged?
So suddenly?
With whom?
Which poor girl was this unlucky?
Boss, do your parents, brothers, and sisters-in-law know you’re taking revenge on society like this?
Huo Zhanxing only gave one instruction: “If there’s even the slightest mistake, bring me your head.”
Then he coldly hung up.
A group of newly and urgently hired servants—gardeners, florists, chefs, nutritionists, bodyguards, and miscellaneous workers—gathered neatly outside the kitchen.
Huo Zhanxing said, “Take good care of Miss Wen, your future mistress.”
“The earlier my probation period ends, the more your bonuses will multiply.”
“Two days earlier, double the bonus.”
“Three days earlier, triple the bonus.”
Holy moly!
The master is so generous!
“Thank you, Master! Thank you, Mistress! We will do our utmost and serve the master and mistress wholeheartedly!”
Huo Zhanxing added, “Focus on the mistress.”
“Yes! Mistress!”
The loud, unified shout startled Wen Qiansu, who had been dozing off, nearly causing her to fall out of bed.
Anyone who didn’t know better would have thought a barbershop was holding its morning meeting.
A short while later, a knock sounded at the door.
“Baby, are you asleep? May I come in?”
“I’m awake, come in.”
Wen Qiansu adjusted her pajamas and sat up.
The man’s noble and slender figure entered, carrying a bowl of medicine.
He had changed his clothes.
A pure white shirt and dark-colored trousers, simple without any extra colors, yet they accentuated his perfect and superior figure with exceptional elegance and sexiness.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, long legs.
He looked gentle yet powerful at first glance.
Indeed, the more perfect the body, the less it needs complicated adornments. Anyone who saw Mr. Huo like this would be deeply captivated.
Wen Qiansu blinked her eyes, momentarily stunned.
Huo Zhanxing, who had originally been free of distracting thoughts, was quickly stirred by her gaze into a restless fire of desire.
Cute baby.
Don’t look at a man with ill intentions toward you with such pure, infatuated eyes.
You don’t know when he might turn into a hungry wolf.
Pounce on you, devour you until not even bones remain.
No matter how much you cry or beg for mercy, he won’t let you go.
Wen Qiansu obediently took the medicine bowl and, without troubling Mr. Huo, drank the bitter medicine in large gulps.
Then she quickly popped a candy into her mouth.
Poor Mr. Huo didn’t even get the small pleasure of accidentally touching the girl’s lips.
Wen Qiansu had no idea about the man’s hidden resentment.
She finished the medicine very sensibly, then asked in a soft voice:
“Mr. Huo, your medical skills are very good, aren’t they?”
Huo Zhanxing replied, “Average.”
Wen Qiansu: “Huh?”
Huo Zhanxing was amused by her dazed expression. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
Wen Qiansu: “No, no, it’s nothing serious. It’s just that my eyes turn red when I cry, and tears flow when they’re touched. Can that be treated?”
She had always had a tear incontinence constitution since childhood. With the slightest pain, tears would uncontrollably fall. Even when she tried hard to hold them back in her heart, the tears still wouldn’t stop.
Her father was always annoyed with her. Even if she cried, she wouldn’t receive affection—only disgust and scolding.
Lu Xiaoting would also say, “Don’t think just because you cry, someone will comfort you.”
“Taking advantage of your poor health to always frame Sisi—the more you act like this, the more I’ll despise you.”
When had she ever framed Wen Sisi?
Little Wen Qiansu didn’t know it was those people who were bad. She would always grieve over why she had such an unlikable constitution.
Yet Huo Zhanxing clearly heard a “gulp” sound from his own throat.
He loved her tear-prone constitution to the point of madness.
In his past life, he would always make her cry until her pillow was soaked.
Then he would kiss away her tears, bit by bit.
How could he bear to cure it when he cherished her so much he couldn’t get enough?
The man restrained the perverse madness in his eyes and asked knowingly, “What kind of touch makes you cry? What kind of touch makes you blush?”
Wen Qiansu’s small face flushed slightly.
Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes observation, listening, questioning, and palpation.
The more detailed Mr. Huo understood, the more accurate the treatment would be.
He said, “Can I touch you to test it?”
This touch was not that kind of touch, so it didn’t break their agreement. Wen Qiansu clenched her small hands and lowered her eyes. “Y-yes.”
The man’s hand gently covered her fair, smooth leg, which peeked out from under her pajamas.
“N-not the leg.”
It was the eyes.
Huo Zhanxing: “I know.”
“Eyes don’t cry for no reason. Whether it’s due to pain stimulation or sadness and grievance, we need to test it.”
Wen Qiansu: “…Oh, oh.”
Mr. Huo was truly impressive—everything he did was professional.
Huo Zhanxing’s scorching, dry fingertips, like restless snakes, coiled around her fair, smooth skin the moment they touched it.
Her legs were so beautiful.
Kissing and sucking them all night wouldn’t be enough.
He wanted her legs wrapped around his waist, like a seductive spirit draining his essence, squeezing him dry.
The man swallowed slightly, his grip tightening.
The girl’s delicate eye corners instantly reddened.
“Can’t hold back already?”
Huo Zhanxing’s hoarse voice drew close to the girl’s ear. “This… will be hard to treat.”
Wen Qiansu didn’t dare move. Her thin, reddened eye corners were alluring as she bit her lips, holding back the tears welling in her eyes. She looked at him pitifully. “Mr. Huo… can’t do anything about it either?”
Huo Zhanxing’s ragged breath brushed against the girl’s delicate eye corners. “Not sure. Let me examine further.”
The result of further examination was the girl truly crying.
The man’s hand grew damp as he wiped the pitiful tears from the corners of her eyes. Suppressing the burning madness in his heart, he whispered hoarsely by her ear, “Baby, are you made of water? Hmm? You’re about to melt me away.”