Because of this domineering yet tender kiss, countless tiny fireworks instantly bloomed in Joan's mind, bringing countless tiny electric currents that stimulated her brain.
His senses were still reeling from the shock, and his movements became dazed and he slowly raised his hand to touch his lips, where the warm, wet sensation seemed to linger.
Du Xiaoruo leaned down again, her soft lips pecking at his beautiful, slender fingertips. Her bright eyes were fixed on his face as she pressed for an answer.
"Are you not angry anymore?"
With just this slight movement, Qiao An's fair earlobes turned red, and he trembled as if electrocuted, experiencing a surge of pleasure.
Du Xiaoruo, after all, is a woman from a romantic city. She believes that as long as two people love each other, kissing and making love are natural things and there is nothing to be ashamed of.
Although Qiao An looks like he could have 12 girlfriends a year, when it comes to love, he's as innocent as a blank sheet of paper—a true pure love warrior. He blushed deeply at Du Xiaoruo's gentle teasing.
Du Xiaoruo asked him if he was still angry. Qiao An thought shyly and slyly, "Does that mean if I'm still angry, can I kiss him again?"
Just then, there was a knock at the door. Yu Pan pushed the door open and walked in, holding a list of auxiliary materials that needed to be purchased that afternoon.
"Mr. Qiao, this list is quite urgent. Please take a look and sign it."
Qiao An glanced at it quickly and signed her name on it.
Yu Pan noticed that his ears were red and exclaimed in surprise, "Is it because it's too hot?"
After signing the documents, Yu Pan even helped lower the air conditioning temperature by a few degrees before leaving.
The atmosphere was ruined by that bastard's interruption.
Du Xiaoru stuck out her tongue, relieved that Yu Pan hadn't noticed anything.
She got up and walked away, picked up her phone, and showed Qiao An the previous relationship chart of Li Zhesheng.
“If you’re not angry, let me tell you something serious. Today, Fan Yue said that Li Zhesheng had provided psychological counseling to Mu Hua and Mu Hua’s deceased wife. We originally planned to go to Li Zhesheng to learn about Mu Hua’s situation, but he refused to let us in. Then I found out that your mother is his friend. I was thinking, could you go to see your mother?”
Qiao An turned around in the swivel chair, pulled Du Xiaoruo closer to her, wrapped her arms around Du Xiaoruo's waist, looked up at Du Xiaoruo with pleading puppy eyes, and asked for another kiss, a passionate one, as she hadn't had enough of the previous kiss.
Du Xiaoruo had no choice but to smile faintly and lower her head...
The office door was suddenly kicked open from the outside, and Yu Pan rushed in, muttering to himself as he went.
"This area hasn't been signed yet..."
After seeing clearly what Du Xiaoruo and Qiao An were doing, Yu Pan suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Qiao An and Du Xiaoruo jumped back as if they had been scalded by boiling water. Du Xiaoruo hurriedly walked over to the sofa and sat down.
Qiao An's face was long. Yu Pan carefully handed over the document, probably afraid of being beaten up. He stood far away, stretched out his arm, pointed to a blank spot on the document, and whispered a reminder.
"Mr. Qiao, this also requires a signature."
After Qiao An signed the document in a fit of anger, Yu Pan packed up the document and ran away as if his pants were on fire.
Inside the Jin family's old house, Zhang Yanshu, wearing an apron, personally cooked a soft and sticky red date and millet porridge, stir-fried some green vegetables grown in his own yard, and also braised a large pot of meat, the aroma of which wafted from afar.
Jin Jin went into the kitchen several times, sighing with a hint of jealousy.
"Some people will only cook for their own sons, and they won't even care if their husbands starve to death."
Zhang Yanshu rolled her eyes. "I can find another husband if he dies, but there's only one son in this world."
As they bickered, Qiao An and Du Xiaoruo walked into the courtyard.
Jin Jin peeked behind them and asked, "Why isn't Lele here?"
Joanne put down the large watermelon she was holding and replied,
"Lele went out to have dinner and watch a movie with his classmates today. School is about to start, and he said he wants to make the most of his time to play for a few more days."
Zhang Yanshu came out carrying a pot of steamed buns and invited them to sit down and eat.
After dinner,
Everyone gathered under the grapevines in the yard to eat watermelon and enjoy the cool shade.
Seeing that it was about time, Qiao An told Zhang Yanshu about her desire to see Li Zhesheng.
After finishing a slice of watermelon, Zhang Yanshu put his silver fork back on the plate, took the handkerchief handed to him by the butler, wiped his hands, pondered for a long time, and then shook his head.
“This would be considered a breach of the patient’s privacy. If you go to see Li Zhesheng yourself, he might not tell you the truth. I’ll go see him in person and then I’ll tell you what the situation is.”
Thinking that she would be troubling Zhang Yanshu again, Qiao An felt a little guilty. "Wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?"
Zhang Yanshu waved his hand dismissively, "I do what I want."
When Qiao An left the Jin family, his trunk was filled with various categorized and packaged braised snacks.
Du Xiaoruo had previously watched TV dramas and noticed that children with parents would bring lots of food from home when they left. She never expected that wealthy families would be the same. Even though they themselves had nothing to lack, it seemed that mothers all over the world were afraid that their children would go hungry.
No sooner had Qiao An and the others left than Jin Jin urged Zhang Yanshu to hurry up.
"You should call Dean Li right away and ask if he has a convenient time right now. If he can do it today, go and ask him what's going on."
Zhang Yanshu ate the watermelon slowly and deliberately. "Now you don't complain that all I can do is cook for our son?"
Jin Jin smiled and nodded at her, "I'm not joking with you. This is the first time our son has asked us for a favor, so we have to do it well for him."
Zhang Yanshu made a joke, but still took the phone handed to him by the housekeeper and called Li Zhesheng.
In the Li family's villa, Zhang Yanshu and Li Zhesheng sat facing each other on the sofa in the living room, with a teapot and two small teacups on the coffee table in the center.
Zhang Yanshu and Li Zhesheng met a few years ago through a research project. Since they are both experts in psychology, they have kept in touch and have become good friends over the years.
Li Zhesheng gestured for Zhang Yanshu to drink tea.
"Is there something you need that's bringing you so late?"
Since they were good friends, Zhang Yanshu didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the point.
"I was asked by a friend to inquire about the consultation situation of a patient named Liu Zhi. You should remember her. Liu Zhi was a big star and was quite popular back then. She committed suicide three years ago due to postpartum depression. Before her suicide, she had been receiving psychological counseling from you."
When Zhang Yanshu suddenly mentioned Liu Zhi's name, Li Zhesheng's cheek muscles twitched slightly, but he subtly concealed it by picking up his teacup.
Setting down his teacup, Li Zhesheng's eyes had regained their usual clarity.
“She had a very typical case of postpartum depression. She had mentioned during her previous consultation that her husband was seriously neglecting her because of his work. I think that might be the reason she eventually committed suicide.”
Zhang Yanshu looked directly into Li Zhesheng's eyes and pressed, "How long did Liu Zhi consult with you?"
"Hmm...maybe two months, maybe three months, it's been too long, I can't remember clearly."
Zhang Yanshu then asked, "Did she specifically mention in what ways her husband neglected her?"
Li Zhesheng's eyes betrayed his impatience, but his good manners allowed him to maintain a refined appearance. His expression remained calm, with only a slight furrowing of his brow.
"I can't remember. I'm a psychologist, and I see so many patients every day. It's impossible for me to remember the specific details of each patient."
Zhang Yanshu looked at Li Zhesheng with certainty.
“You’re lying. When I mentioned Liu Zhi’s name, you clearly tensed up for a moment, and you immediately said she had postpartum depression, which means you had a strong impression of her. But when I asked for more details, you claimed that it had been too long and you didn’t remember, which is obviously contradictory. Zhesheng, there’s no need for us to play these games, is there?”
Li Zhesheng closed his eyes, shook his head with a wry smile, and
"As expected, there's no way to hide it from you, but I suggest you don't pry into this matter. No matter who's curious, it's a matter of the patient's privacy."
Seeing that Li Zhesheng had relented, Zhang Yanshu's tone became less aggressive, and her tone softened considerably.
"To be honest, the person who came to me for a favor this time is very important. As long as he asks, I will do everything in my power to get it done. I know that protecting patients' privacy is part of your medical ethics. If it's inconvenient for you to talk to me, I'll have Mu Hua come to you personally."
Li Zhesheng's eyes showed a hint of surprise; it was the first time he had seen Zhang Yanshu so serious. He asked curiously...
"Who exactly can persuade you to do this?"
Putting aside Zhang Yanshu's status as the wife of the richest man, just considering her personality—intelligent, insightful, and decisive—her own abilities speak for themselves. Having known Zhang Yanshu for so many years, he really couldn't think of anyone else whose words would make Zhang Yanshu take them so seriously.
"You'll find out later." Zhang Yanshu picked up his teacup and took a small sip of tea.
Zhang Yanshu had already gone this far, and although Li Zhesheng was in a difficult position, he really had no other choice.
"Then let Mu Hua come find me," Li Zhesheng murmured. It was time to settle some things.
After finishing his business, Zhang Yanshu got up to say goodbye. As he walked to the villa entrance, he saw a black sedan parked there.
A man in a black suit stepped out of the car, carrying a medical insulated box, which likely contained medicines that needed to be refrigerated.
The man carrying a suitcase hurriedly entered the Li family's villa.
Zhang Yanshu expressed his doubts, as he had never heard of Li Zhesheng having any chronic illness that required long-term medication.
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