Chapter 58 Even the tough guy lawyer Song is pretending to be a green tea b*tch!

Nanxia was speechless when she saw how angry he was. He had called her back in such a hurry, and she had no idea what he was angry about.

Asking for help and still being so cold and indifferent.

She went inside, retrieved the first-aid kit from under the TV cabinet, placed it on the coffee table, and called to him, "Take off your clothes!"

"My hand hurts, I can't move it," Song Yanzhi said in a deep voice.

"Does it hurt that much?" she asked, standing in front of him with her arms crossed.

"Try cutting yourself?" he sneered, leaning back on the sofa. What an ingrate.

Nan Xia remembered that she had cut her finger while peeling fruit, and it seemed to hurt quite a bit... Well, she figured she owed him one. She bent down, grabbed the man's arm, and tugged at it.

"Sit up straight, how can you take it off if you're leaning against me?"

Song Yanzhi sat up straight, letting her touch him all over—was she getting close to Shen Yan for work, or did she want to marry into a wealthy family?

"How did you know I was in Century Park?" Nan Xia asked, holding his heavy hand and carefully taking off his coat.

"I installed a GPS tracker on Zhizhi's collar." He didn't let her know that he had been tracking her. Ever since Zhizhi went missing last time, he had indeed installed a GPS tracker on her collar.

Nanxia thought he was following her, but it turned out he had a tracking feature.

"Shen Yan has other women around him, you'd better not be fooled by him," Song Yanzhi suddenly reminded her 'kindly'.

"Why are you so nervous, Attorney Song? Didn't you say before that no man would like me?"

She asked with a light laugh as she rolled up his shirt sleeve and gently removed the gauze. The wound had closed and the swelling had subsided.

She took the ointment prescribed by the doctor, gently applied it to the affected area with her fingertips, and blew cool air on it while she blew on it.

Seeing how much she cared for him, Song Yanzhi felt a tightness in his chest—

Seeing that he hadn't spoken for a long time, Nanxia looked up at him and saw that he was staring straight at her. Feeling a little embarrassed, she pouted and asked, "What are you looking at?"

"It's nothing." He immediately looked away, uttered the three words in a low voice, and then deliberately whispered in her ear,

"Does Shen Yan like you? He just wants to play you! Be more discerning, don't be so naive."

"None of your business?" she scoffed.

"If I really do start dating him, please, Attorney Song, don't interfere," she said, deliberately trying to provoke the man.

Why is he meddling in my business instead of enjoying himself with his assistant?

"You want to date him?" Song Yanzhi's tone suddenly turned cold. She'd fallen for that man? They'd only met a few times; did she even know him?

Last night I was telling myself that I was getting close to that man in order to secure legal representation for Ruifeng.

"I was saying if... We're not dating now, we're just friends, why are you getting so worked up? Do you still like me?" She chuckled and looked up at him.

"Who would like you anymore? You flirt with so many men and you're not gentle at all."

Song Yanzhi glanced at her and snorted coldly. When they were dating, he didn't want her to focus on her career, nor did he want to see her socializing with other men.

It's not like he can't afford to support her.

But she insisted on competing with him to see who was better—

Nanxia's thoughts were completely different from his. She felt that women should be more independent, especially since she was burdened with debt and the desire for revenge.

She needs to become stronger.

"Perfect, I don't like you anymore either." She felt an uncontrollable throbbing pain in her chest and replied coldly.

Upon hearing her words, Song Yanzhi's brows furrowed slightly involuntarily.

After applying the ointment and bandaging his wound with new gauze, Nanxia stood up, picked up her bag, and coldly uttered a few words, "I'm leaving. Take care of your wound."

She was suddenly grabbed by his wrist, and she turned to look at the man. "Is there something else?"

"Headache..." Song Yanzhi leaned his head against the back of the sofa, raised his other hand to rub his forehead, and looked uncomfortable.

Looking at his expression, Nanxia realized it wasn't feigned. "If you have a headache, take your own medicine. Why are you holding onto me?"

"Stay here tonight and take care of me," he said in a deep voice, glancing up at her. "What if I faint in the middle of the night?"

"Is Attorney Song this fragile?" Nan Xia asked him with a smile. He didn't seem like his usual aloof and hard-edged self at all.

"Who isn't vulnerable when they're sick? Hmph, I got sick because I took care of you that night, so you have to take responsibility for me." Song Yanzhi snorted domineeringly, holding her hand tightly without letting go.

Nanxia raised her hand and touched his forehead. It seemed normal, right?

However, sometimes dizziness and headaches aren't caused by a fever. She suggested giving him some cold medicine first, and gently tugged at his hand.

"Move aside, I'm going to get some water."

Song Yanzhi released her, and Nan Xia poured a glass of warm water, then took out a box of cold capsules from the first-aid kit, took out two capsules and handed them to him: "Here you go."

Song Yanzhi, whose cold was almost gone, glanced at her and could only take two more pills—

Nanxia took out another packet of powder from the first-aid kit. "Let him drink another packet of powder. Increase the dosage, and he'll recover faster. With his size, a little bit definitely won't be enough!"

I immediately made him a cup: "Take this and drink it."

Song Yanzhi looked at the woman, a row of black lines appearing on his forehead. He still took the cup from her hand, drank it, put the cup down, and suddenly pulled her to sit on the sofa, pulling her into his arms!

He wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on the side of her head.

Nan Xia was taken aback and pushed him away, asking, "What are you doing?"

"My head hurts. Rest for a bit and don't move around!" he said in a deep voice.

"Then go lie down on the bed. Why are you hugging me? Get up and go to the bed!" Nan Xia was so tightly hugged by him that she couldn't move, feeling like a pillar that had been imprisoned, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Will you lie in bed with me for a while?" Song Yanzhi suddenly asked.

Nan Xia was stunned again. Lie in bed with him?!

"...Dream on. What kind of relationship do we have? Why would I go to bed with you?" If he wanted to hold someone, he should have called Lin Yi over, right?

Just then, her phone rang. She pushed his arm away, took it out of her bag, glanced at it—it was her mother—stood up, walked a little distance away, and then answered.

"Hey, Mom, what's up?"

"I saw a house, luxuriously furnished, three or four hundred square meters, also in the city center, but... it costs over a hundred million. Isn't that too expensive?"

Nan's mother originally wanted to find a large house worth tens of millions, but either the environment was bad or the location was poor, and it hadn't been renovated yet.

"Do you like it there?" Nanxia asked her.

"Well... it's alright, but if you feel too much pressure, we'll hold off on buying it for now. Once you've paid off your debts, we'll save up and get a better one."

Nan's mother felt that if you're going to buy something, you should buy a good one, or you shouldn't buy anything at all.

"I have time now, let's go take a look together and then we'll talk. Send me the location."

My mother suffered a lot in the past for my sake and my sister's sake, and I will try my best to make sure my mother is doing well now.

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the man on the sofa and said, "I'm going to look at houses with Mom. You go lie down on the bed."

"Why do you want to move?" Song Yanzhi asked, looking at her.