Watching someone “touch” your own body right before your eyes was… an indescribable feeling.
However, the cool detachment in Yun Mojiu’s eyes made it clear she harbored no improper thoughts toward him.
With a few swift taps on Xiao Junhe’s chest, Yun Mojiu interlaced her fingers and swiftly formed a series of hand seals.
A faint, milky-white glow seeped from between her fingers.
With a wave of her hand, the glow shot straight toward Xiao Junhe’s soul.
The next second, Xiao Junhe lost consciousness.
His soul then levitated horizontally, drifting slowly above his physical body before gradually descending and merging back into it.
Once his soul had fully reintegrated, Yun Mojiu formed another seal.
A transparent talisman array, shaped like a compass, slowly materialized in midair.
It began spinning rapidly.
Black tendrils of energy continuously streamed out of Xiao Junhe’s body, drawn into the array.
As the dark energy dwindled, Yun Mojiu bit her fingertip, drawing a drop of blood, and swiftly pressed it onto the talisman paper affixed to Xiao Junhe’s forehead.
The moment the blood touched the paper, the array shattered with a loud bang, dissipating into the air.
Yun Mojiu exhaled deeply.
Success.
“What are you doing?!”
At that moment, a figure rushed in.
Without hesitation, the newcomer lunged at Yun Mojiu.
The attack was swift and precise, clearly the work of a trained fighter.
Yun Mojiu kept her right foot planted while her left slid back in a half-circle, her body tilting just enough to evade the punch.
Just as the assailant prepared to strike again,
“Jian An, stop.”
Xiao Junhe, now lying on the bed, slowly opened his eyes and spoke in time.
“Miss Yun is here to help me.”
Hearing this, the man immediately withdrew his fist.
He gave Yun Mojiu a curious once-over.
He had only stepped out briefly to buy a few things, but upon returning, he found the two men at the entrance standing rigidly, unmoving, while an unfamiliar woman was inside the room, touching his boss, no less.
In his panic, he hadn’t stopped to think, assuming she meant harm.
But what had Boss Xiao just said?
She was here to help him.
Help how?
With what?
Seeing Xiao Junhe attempt to sit up, Jian An hurried to his side and helped him up.
“My apologies, Miss Yun. Jian An is my assistant. He acted out of concern for me.”
“I’m sorry,” Jian An added.
Yun Mojiu shook her head. “It’s fine.”
“You can try standing and walking now to see how much you’ve recovered.”
“Alright.”
Xiao Junhe complied, testing the movement in his legs.
His feet, which had previously been completely paralyzed, now lifted effortlessly.
Clenching his fists, he fought to suppress the surge of emotion.
Yet the faint tremor in his eyes betrayed his inner turmoil.
Jian An stood frozen in shock.
“Boss Xiao, your legs can move!”
He couldn’t help but exclaim.
His astonishment was understandable.
As Xiao Junhe’s assistant, he knew better than anyone the state of his boss’s legs.
For the past two months, they had been utterly immobile!
But now, what was he seeing?
Not only could Boss Xiao move them again, but he could also stand and walk freely, just like before!
His gaze snapped to Yun Mojiu.
Who exactly was she?
Over the years, he had accompanied Boss Xiao to countless renowned masters, yet none had been able to halt the deterioration of his condition.
Yet she was able to make President Xiao stand again!
His gaze toward Yun Mojiu was filled with admiration and gratitude.
Xiao Junhe was not only his boss but also his savior.
He wanted him to recover more than anyone else!
Seeing that Xiao Junhe’s legs could function normally again, Yun Mojiu left behind her phone number and bank account details.
“Just transfer the fee directly to this card. Remember, until the curse and the array are completely broken, you must undergo treatment once a week. A week from now, contact me at this number,” she instructed.
Xiao Junhe reached out and took the note. “Understood.”
After she left, he turned to Jian An beside him. “Have someone look into who she really is.”
The statement left Jian An utterly baffled.
“President Xiao, you don’t know her?”
Xiao Junhe didn’t answer, merely giving him a faint glance.
Jian An: “…”
Alright, he shouldn’t have asked.
But now he was even more curious.
President Xiao didn’t even know that master just now? Then where on earth did she come from?!
After leaving the ward, Yun Mojiu took the elevator down to the first floor.
“Miss Yun?”
Just as she stepped out of the elevator, a surprised voice suddenly called out from the side.
She turned to see Qin Meng, holding a payment slip, walking toward her excitedly.
It was the same young woman who had been desperately searching for her child outside the hospital earlier.
“It’s you. How’s the child?” Yun Mojiu asked with a smile.
Qin Meng pressed her lips together. “She’s fine now. She just woke up and kept saying she wanted to see the pretty big sister who saved her.”
Yun Mojiu took out a pen and paper, wrote down her phone number, and handed it over.
“I have other matters to attend to today, so I’m afraid I can’t see her. Here’s my contact info. You can tell the little one that once she’s better, she can call me.”
“That’s wonderful! She’ll be so happy to hear that.”
Qin Meng accepted the note as if it were a treasure.
After exchanging goodbyes, Qin Meng headed toward the elevator.
At that moment, another elevator arrived on the first floor.
The doors opened, and Qin Meng walked inside.
Someone inside jostled unexpectedly, causing the person at the front, who had been about to step out, to shift sideways, blocking Qin Meng’s path.
Before she could react, she stumbled forward, crashing straight into the person’s arms.
“Ah!”
Startled, Qin Meng quickly pulled back.
“I-I’m so sorry.”
She looked up to apologize.
A familiar face suddenly filled her vision.
It was him!
Her pupils trembled, and her heart skipped a beat.
Flustered, she lowered her head and squeezed past him into the elevator.
No, it’s been so long, he couldn’t possibly recognize her now, right?
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm.
Just as the elevator doors were about to close, Shen Yuting abruptly turned his head and caught a glimpse of Qin Meng’s face through the narrowing gap.
His striking eyes narrowed sharply.
That woman’s scent… it was so familiar.
It reminded him of that night five years ago…
Jiang Qianqian took a few steps before realizing Shen Yuting was no longer beside her. Turning back, she saw him standing frozen in front of the elevator.
Holding her bandaged left hand, she walked over in confusion.
“Yuting, what are you looking at?”
Following his gaze, she saw only the closed elevator doors.
Shen Yuting turned to face her, his expression unreadable.
“What’s wrong?” Jiang Qianqian asked, puzzled.
Shen Yuting’s eyes darkened.
“Why did you stop using the perfume from five years ago?”
Jiang Qianqian: !!!
Her heart skipped a beat violently.
Why was he suddenly asking this question again?!
But she was long accustomed to lying and pretending. With a coquettish pout, she curved her lips and said, “Oh, I already told you I don’t like that scent anymore.”
She wasn’t the person from that night, how would she know what that scent was!
“Is that so?”
Shen Yuting countered.
“Of course.”
Jiang Qianqian smiled brightly and hooked her arm through Shen Yuting’s.
“Yuting, Xiao Fan’s car must be waiting outside already. Let’s hurry out.”