Huo Zhi Chuan silently stared at the door in front of him.
A pure white, flawless door, completely nondescript, not at all interesting to look at.
It was as if he wanted to stare a hole through it, to see who was on the other side.
Chu Ningwu blushed furiously, and somehow, with a burst of strength she did not know she had, she managed to shove the male lead out.
Thinking back now, she felt terrified.
What did he mean? He meant emperor-level authority!
Bold and shameless servant Chu Ningwu, how dare she defy imperial power, offend His Majesty, a crime deserving death!
Chu Ningwu laughed at herself while thinking this.
Some people were just born to be servants. Even in a transmigration novel, they ended up as a wicked supporting female with a tragic ending.
Why didn’t she transmigrate into the protagonist’s little sister, Gu Qianxi, who had been doted on by the male lead since childhood, treated like a little princess, and given the stars if not the moon?
She should not have read this novel at all. If she had to read, she should have read a feel-good novel with the same name as hers, one that made her think, “Let me star in a few episodes myself.”
Holding back her shame, she quickly applied the ointment, put the cleaning uniform back on, and pushed open the clinic door.
She trudged out, head lowered, and bumped into the wall.
“Ugh,” Chu Ningwu murmured, rubbing her forehead, tears blurring her vision. How could a door open into a wall?
Absolutely absurd.
“Mr. Huo, you are still here…”
It turned out this was the male lead himself acting as a wall.
Chu Ningwu met his narrow, indifferent phoenix-like eyes, her frustrated expression frozen on her face.
Huo Zhi Chuan’s dark, deep pupils were like a high-quality magnet, carrying a hypnotic power that made any woman’s heart race.
Even dogs would feel his affection.
“Applied the ointment?”
He asked slowly, as casually as if asking whether she had eaten.
Yet in an instant, Chu Ningwu’s mind replayed the moment she applied the ointment, and her ears burned as if a piece of coal had been pressed against them.
Too intense.
Almost unbearable.
It was hard to believe the person who caused such chaos was the same refined and elegant man before her.
A cultured rogue, a beast in human clothes.
Chu Ningwu cursed him silently hundreds of times but still obediently whispered, “Mm.”
Huo Zhi Chuan looked at the small swirl of hair atop her head, the rebellious nape of her neck almost sticking up, and yet she still pretended to be obedient.
“Then let’s go.” He stated it simply, leaving no room for refusal.
He began to walk, his long legs carrying him down the corridor, the heels of his red-soled black shoes producing light, slow steps that echoed through the empty night.
Chu Ningwu’s mind formed a question mark.
No subject, no context. Was she supposed to follow or go alone, and where were they going?
She understood the meaning of leaving the place and decided to follow, but the moment she stepped, the ointment seemed to melt.
Sticky and messy, it threatened to drip.
Her face flushed, her earlobes a deep red, biting her lips, leaving a faint teeth mark on her lower lip.
She had no choice but to squeeze her hips together and waddle like a little penguin, each step trembling.
Her limbs were already weak, making her even slower.
Huo Zhi Chuan slowed his pace to wait for her, reaching the elevator and pressing the down button.
When he turned back, he saw her face a mix of red and white, teeth clenched, looking as if she was stubbornly competing with him.
She barely moved, almost as if she was standing in place.
Was she refusing to take the elevator with him?
Seeing the elevator arrive, he didn’t have time to think, or perhaps he subconsciously wanted to get closer.
He strode over and lifted her again.
The soft, warm little thing pressed to him, her sweet scent wafting up, almost making him sigh.
Like a small cake, irresistible and tempting.
Huo Zhi Chuan, thirty years old, felt this impulse for the first time.
Outsiders saw him as cold, restrained, and untouchable, yet he was merely selective, conservative, and disciplined.
He could never accept one-night stands or casual relationships, believing any romance without marriage intent was mischief.
Because having children was difficult for him, he could not waste time on incompatible women. Small-town girls always had ulterior motives.
He had never found the right partner. As the head of Huo Family, his companion seat remained empty.
His friends sometimes teased him, calling him a monk, destined to enjoy his own company.
Yet this little girl made him break his self-imposed rules.
He admitted that even if she had ulterior motives, he enjoyed her presence.
Too much even. When he applied the ointment earlier, the marks had made him feel beastly.
The bed had even collapsed.
Facts spoke louder than arguments.
Chu Ningwu clutched his suit jacket nervously.
Being held by Huo Zhi Chuan, she felt completely insecure.
She felt she might be thrown out at any moment, perhaps the next second.
All the warm chest, bulging forearm muscles, the cedar-like scent described in the novel hundreds of times, she could not even notice.
Only when he placed her in the back seat of the Maybach did she, out of habit, cling to her clothes.
“So much… like my jacket?”
Huo Zhi Chuan looked at the small, nervous little cat in his arms, finding her utterly adorable, unable to resist teasing her.
Chu Ningwu suddenly realized she had somehow gotten into the male lead’s car again, feeling like a lamb in a tiger’s den.
She relaxed her fists, only to find that the expensive-looking fabric of his suit jacket front was twisted into a wrinkled mess, completely at odds with its upright owner.
Once again, she had given him a perfect reason to condemn the wicked supporting female.
Chu Ningwu shivered slightly, too afraid to speak or meet his eyes.
Huo Zhi Chuan laughed angrily at himself. He had misjudged her; this was not a little cat but a little mouse, timid to the extreme.
Hearing his low, throaty laugh, Chu Ningwu felt like she was hearing the devil’s whisper.
It was okay. If she died, maybe she could go home.
She thought in despair.
Closing her eyes, summoning courage, she twisted and moved to a corner.
Huo Zhi Chuan watched her curl up as if trying to disappear, sitting beside her, leaving a galaxy between them.
He reviewed everything that had happened tonight. Aside from being a little harsh on the bed, he had maintained his usual demeanor off it.
So why did she look at him as if he were a murderous maniac?
And tonight, she had been the one to act first.