After talking with Wang Ma, Fang Zhi returned to his bedroom.

The maid had tidied up the messy bed while she was eating, making it neat and tidy again. Fang Zhi walked to the bedside and sat down, staring blankly at the bedroom that belonged to the man.

A moment later she stood up and walked to the desk.

Opening the innermost drawer, you'll find her ID card, passport, and his, as well as a letter she wrote to her brother when she was a child, sealed in sparkling crystal.

Fang Zhi reached out, her slender, pale fingertips slowly tracing across her ID card before finally landing on the crystal.

After pausing for a moment, I realized that I had lifted the crystal into the air.

Bathed in sunlight, the crystal surface refracted a dazzling light, spotless, a testament to how much its owner valued this item. Fang Zhi quietly examined the childish handwriting on the yellowed paper encased in crystal: 【Zhi Zhi likes Brother Qi Shen, Brother Qi Shen is so important!】

Memories of the past rushed in like a floodgate being opened, each detail flashing through my mind like scenes from an old movie—my brother's good points, his bad points...

-

Wang Ma downstairs relayed everything Fang Zhi had just said to Qi Shen, who remained silent for a long time after hearing it.

The bright, warm light shone on Qi Shen's handsome and refined face, but it couldn't penetrate his body.

The office atmosphere was so oppressive that even Wang Ma could feel the pressure from Young Master Shen through her phone.

Just as she was feeling uneasy, she heard a low, somber voice say "I understand" from the other end of the line.

Qi Shen hung up the phone, his handsome and captivating eyes revealing a faint chill. The word "freedom" slipped softly from his delicate, sharply defined lips.

Exquisite dishes were laid out on the desk, but he hadn't eaten much; the little girl's words had already made him lose his appetite.

Qi Shen pushed back his chair and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. His expensive, impeccably pressed suit hugged his broad shoulders and narrow waist, highlighting his slender, long legs and tall, elegant figure.

His eyelids were slightly lowered as he looked down at everything beneath his feet.

The flow of cars and people became insignificant. People who were busy making a living moved up to other classes, each with their own job, day after day.

There is no absolute freedom; a person is born into a prison that cannot be seen with the naked eye or touched with the body.

The word "freedom" itself is full of rules and regulations. Work responsibilities and other ups and downs in society are not freedom either, so what's wrong with just staying by his side?

His ideas are still too far-fetched.

Qi Shen withdrew his gaze, a low chuckle escaping his throat.

He turned back to his seat, picked up his phone from his desk, and sent a message to the girl.

-

A phone that was charging nearby chimed, bringing me back to my senses. I composed myself, put the crystal back in its place, closed the drawer, and walked to the bedside table.

[Brother: You worked hard last night, Zhizhi. I'm sorry I didn't control my strength well. I won't touch you tonight. There are pills in the second drawer under the bedside table; you can do it yourself again.]

Fang Zhi's face flushed red and hot after seeing the message.

He had indeed applied the medicine for her. Now he wanted her to apply it again herself? How could she possibly do that?

The thought of having to apply the ointment with my own hands...

Fang Zhi paused for a moment, then his face burned even hotter.

She can't do it. Should she wait for her brother to come back and tell him she's already applied the medicine?

The idea had barely formed when the man sent a new message.

He seemed to read her mind, knowing every little thought she had.

Don't blame me for not telling Zhizhi beforehand that I would check when we got back. If I found that Zhizhi hadn't applied the medicine, I would have to do it myself, and you know what that means.

[Zhizhi, listen to me. I know you're looking at your phone. Go quickly, and remember to tell your brother when you're done applying the medicine.]

Fang Zhi was left without a starting point after his polite but firm approach. He had already made his statement, so he didn't think it would be discovered whether or not medicine had been applied to that area.

But what if?

What if he actually finds out?

Thinking of the manipulative tactics men use, she felt helpless and fearful, so she put down her phone and went to get the ointment.

The subordinate kept his eyes down and his mind at ease, quietly tidying up the barely touched food on the desk.

The refined and elegant man sat behind his desk, his narrow eyes lowered as he glanced at the phone in front of him, one hand supporting his chin, the other casually tapping the table.

Qi Shen subtly curved his lips; he could already imagine Zhizhi's embarrassed and shy expression at this moment.

The medicine was enough after I applied it to her once last night; there was no need for a second application. But rather than letting the young girl think about random things, he figured he'd rather give her something to do.

Just as Qi Shen had predicted.

Fang Zhi took off her pajama pants. Five minutes had passed since she squeezed the light green ointment onto her fingers. She lay flat on the bed with her straight and shapely legs spread apart.

Her soft breasts rose and fell with her breath.

Finally making up her mind, she suppressed her shyness, her small, fair face filled with a look of grim determination.

The medicine spun hastily inside her as she inserted it, and was quickly withdrawn in less than five seconds.

Fang Zhi put on her pajama bottoms with her hands that weren't wet with medicine, went into the bathroom to wash her hands, and then came back to report to the man.

I've already applied the medication.

After sending the message, she waited a few minutes without receiving a reply from the man. Just when she thought the matter was over and everything was fine, the man's text message arrived as if it were right on cue.

[Really? Given Zhizhi's history of lying to her brother, I'll still have to check on her when we get home tonight.]

Upon seeing the message, Fang Zhi's beautiful, bright eyes widened in surprise, and her cherry-colored lips pressed into a straight line.

She was both ashamed and angry!

Only then did she realize that the man had done it on purpose, first releasing a smokescreen to confuse her.

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