I, Shen Bei’an, a rich second-generation heir whose surname is shared by many male protagonists in novels, transmigrated into a novel about a powerful boss after writing a 3,000-character critiqu...
These words made Xie Yunyu overjoyed. "Hmm!" Even though they had only met a few times, Xie Yunyu trusted Gu Nanyan so much.
"Give me your hand." Gu Nanyan put down his teacup, and Xie Yunyu's usually cool face couldn't hide her joy as she extended her right hand.
Xie Yunyu herself is a doctor, and she knows her own body very well.
Gu Nanyan reached out and stepped forward, his expression unchanged. He took out a notepad from under the coffee table, then took out a pen from the side and wrote with flowing strokes. He was rubbing the relic on his left hand.
The fingers, with their distinct knuckles, appeared even whiter under the light. The thumb and forefinger pinched the upper right corner of the first note, and then with a "rip," a jagged edge was left on the side.
“The cells are damaged. To fully heal them, a specific treatment plan needs to be arranged based on your physical condition. We can only suppress the damage,” Gu Nanyan said. “There are some things that are not available on the market. I’ll have Zhaojun send them to you and have her take you to the fifth-generation cell repair device for a checkup.”
Fifth-generation cell repair device?!
Xie Yunyu was startled. If she remembered correctly, cell repair devices were only in their third generation on the market!
Even she only got the fourth generation; she had never even heard of the fifth generation.
"You don't need to worry about the others, Shen Juanqing has already made arrangements." In Case 601, Gu Nanyan twirled the relic in his hand, adjusted his glasses, his gold chain remained motionless, and his ink-colored outer robe stood straight.
“Okay,” Xie Yunyu hesitated for a moment, “Could I add your contact information?” This request seemed a bit abrupt, and anyone who saw Xie Yunyu lowering herself like this would probably be shocked.
"Of course, you can go directly to Zhaojun if you need anything, she can help you with anything."
Xie Yunyu's eyes curved into a smile, her beautiful starry eyes filled with emotion—happiness.
"Alright, it's about time. Have fun." Gu Nanyan finished his drink. "Youth is like the sun, fearless. Don't let the shadows of the past cloud your vision and corrupt your heart."
His voice was clear and cold like frost and snow, and his face was as indifferent as a stranger.
Yet it carries a hint of tenderness; what kind of tenderness is hidden beneath that indifferent mask?
"Mmm." Xie Yunyu nodded vigorously, her starry eyes misting over.
"Didn't you say you would never pay attention to it again?"
Gu Nanyan stood on the second floor, looking at the group of teenagers laughing and joking freely in the lobby on the first floor. Their faces were smiling, like the blazing sun. "Investigate privately. I don't think we'll find anything about Shen Juanqing's side for the time being. If we do find anything, just send it to Uncle Zhong."
"yes."
When Shen Bei'an came up, Gu Nan'an had just hung up the phone. She was standing in the shadows, her tall and straight figure slender. Her outer robe billowed in the cold wind blowing in from the window. She lowered her head slightly, and her gold-rimmed glasses shimmered like stars under the light shining in. One hand was holding the frame of her glasses, while the other hand seemed to be stuck in front of her.
She looked down upon all living beings like an emperor of the night, exuding awe and intimidation that compelled people to submit.
Shen Bei'an stood frozen in place, hesitant to take another step forward.
When Gu Nanyan turned around and saw Shen Bei'an, the coldness on his face instantly vanished, replaced by tender phoenix eyes and a curved smile.
In an instant, the spring breeze felt like a gentle bath, like the warm sun in March, and my gaze became more reserved, like a clear breeze and the bright moon at dawn.
"An'an." A gentle voice reached Shen Bei'an's ears, making him almost unable to believe it.
This woman with a warm and gentle demeanor was the same person who had just been lonely, aloof, yet dignified.