Chapter 192
When Nan Yan raised her head, their eyes met. Her face was very close to Zhong Ling's, so close that Zhong Ling could almost smell the fragrance of her hair and the breath coming out from the corners of her lips. He clearly felt her breathing pause for a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.
At this moment, the strange feeling in Zhong Ling's heart became stronger and stronger. He felt that his eyes were staring at Nan Yan's face uncontrollably.
At such a close distance, he could see that her fair and soft face was covered with a layer of light fine hair under the light, and her thick and curly eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her eyes were gentle and focused, yet revealed a hint of strangeness because of his sudden action.
Zhong Ling's breathing was slightly stagnant. He looked at her and suddenly asked in a low voice, "Why don't you ask me why I was scolded tonight?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan seemed to come back to her senses. Her face moved slightly away, but she still held the tiny cotton swab in her hand, gently touching his chin without letting it go.
Nan Yan took her hand back, gently rubbed some disinfectant, and then applied it on his chin, and then asked softly, "Is it because of your breakup with your ex-girlfriend?"
Her tone didn't change, it was as gentle and calm as usual, just like when the two first met.
Zhong Ling said "hmm" in a hoarse voice.
His eyes were still fixed on her face, and he added, "You are right, but not entirely."
Also, after the guests left, his mother asked him what he meant by bringing a strange girl back.
He said it was meaningless, they were just two people together, he could bring her back if he wanted to, and he and Xiaoxiao had already broken up.
His mother was so angry that she broke a cup and explained the facts clearly, saying that she had found out the girl's identity from his friends.
She was a princess from a high-end club. How could he bring a princess back to the Zhong family? His mother later scolded him, asking if he was crazy. Why did he become like this? Was he obsessed with sex and had chosen someone else? He actually got together with a princess with an unclear background. Would the Zhong family still have a foothold in Lingcheng in the future?
Zhong Ling frowned. How did he respond at that time?
He said, so what? This is his own business, and it is his choice. It has nothing to do with her. A person's background does not mean anything. Instead of disliking others' poor background, wasn't it the same situation when my mother was with my father?
His mother was so angry that she slapped him in the face and ordered him to break up with that woman as soon as possible. The Zhong family could not afford to lose face like this!
Zhong Ling said nothing after that and just turned and left. He thought to himself that things didn't have to be so complicated.
He only needed to say that he and Nan Yan had a superior-subordinate relationship based on a signed contract, and he just asked her to help out and put on a show.
If he told the truth, he wouldn't have to face these things, and he wouldn't have to argue with his family. But he didn't know why he didn't tell the truth? Maybe it was because he was rebellious at heart?
Thinking of this, Zhong Ling didn't know what he was thinking. He was silent for a moment, lowered his head and said, "I didn't tell anyone about the contract we signed."
After she finished saying this, Nan Yan obviously stopped wiping her hands. She raised her head subconsciously, and happened to meet Zhong Ling's gaze. The two of them looked at each other for a moment.
At this moment, there was clearly a subtle atmosphere brewing in the air.
Zhong Ling just stared at her. He only felt a faint tingling sensation where she was cleaning the wound with a cotton swab. He was clearly injured, but it itched deep into his bones. He didn't know if it was his illusion or if it was really like that.
At this moment, the itching was still spreading, from his chin to his throat, and then to his chest, feeling numb and tingling, and then extending completely into his heart.
Especially when he met Nan Yan's gentle and moist eyes, he felt the unusually soft emotion in his heart began to surge out again.
Zhong Ling's throat slid involuntarily.
He didn't know if it was because of the wine he had just drunk, but the alcohol was slowly evaporating, causing his brain to suddenly feel tipsy and intoxicated. But at this moment, Nan Yan was right in front of him, looking at him, very close to him.
From his angle, he could clearly see that her hair was originally scattered softly on her shoulders, and then slowly slid to her chest as she moved. It was very long, with a little curl at the ends, and had never been stained with any other color.
In fact, a gentle, quiet and beautiful girl like her would have been the object of secret admiration and crush for many boys in their high school years.
If she had been in the same school as him in high school, he might have been attracted to her involuntarily... But that might not be right, because it was not only in high school, it is also the same now.
Beautiful and gentle people and things will always be attractive no matter where they are or when.
Zhong Ling couldn't take his eyes off her face. There was a hint of confusion and drunkenness in his eyes, but he really only drank that one sip of wine. His fingers moved and they rested on the sofa cushion beside her without her noticing.
His body leaned forward unconsciously, his lips moved, and he slowly moved closer, getting closer and closer.
He could faintly smell the soft breath from her lips, as well as a hint of lychee-flavored lipstick.
The distance between them was getting closer and closer, so close that their breathing blended together. Just a little bit more, his fingers gently touched the back of her hand, and his eyes unconsciously revealed a hint of lust. Just when he lowered his head, lips slightly parted, and was finally about to touch her, Nan Yan suddenly stepped back a little and turned around quickly.
This action also brought Zhong Ling back to his senses instantly.
His body stiffened for a moment, then he reacted. All those previous confused and intoxicated emotions disappeared at this moment, and he was now even more sober.
He could clearly sense her reluctance from the way she retreated, and from the hesitation and disbelief in her eyes at the last moment when he approached.
She might be shocked now, shocked at why he did such a crazy thing tonight.
But Nan Yan soon found a suitable excuse for his rash behavior tonight. She lowered her head and laughed twice in an unnatural way, "Is Mr. Zhong drunk tonight? He must be drunk to have mistaken me for someone else."
Her tone was calm, with a hint of caution and tentativeness.
Nan Yan is not a fool. If she can't tell that the other party has feelings for her from such obviously intimate actions, then she is completely blind. But seeing it doesn't mean she has to respond to him. What's more, in her eyes, this man has always liked her ex-girlfriend.
Nan Yan seemed a little nervous. She wanted to put the cotton swab in her hand on the coffee table, but it accidentally fell to the ground. She subconsciously lowered her head to pick it up to cover up the tense atmosphere.
Zhong Ling could clearly see the slightly stiff expression on her face. He knew that she was politely declining and was still trying to save some dignity for him.
Zhong Ling turned away in silence, with no expression on his face. He seemed calm and sober, and did not seem to have any emotional fluctuations because of this incident.
But only he himself knew that his heart was not calm at all at this moment. His heart was beating very fast in his chest, so fast that he subconsciously tightened his fingers and had to slow down his breathing. Then he pretended as if nothing had happened.
He seemed to understand at this moment what it meant for him to be absent-minded, depressed, and to have those unbearable emotions in his chest during this period.
But it was one thing that he knew it, and there was another, more important thing: she was clearly rejecting him. Or maybe it was more than that. Maybe at this moment in her heart, his actions tonight were no different from those of the hooligans, take advantage, and two-faced guests she had met in the club before.
Zhong Ling pursed his lips and his hands unconsciously tightened a little.
He turned his head and glanced at Nan Yan beside him. Perhaps he noticed that she was pretending to be calm, but her face was still stiff. After exhaling a breath of foul air, Zhong Ling said calmly, "Sorry, I may be really drunk tonight. You go upstairs and rest first, and I can handle the rest.
After he said this, Nan Yan seemed to be slightly relieved. She pursed her lips, smiled at the other party as if nothing had happened, then put down everything in her hands and prepared to get up and leave.
Zhong Ling glanced at her calmly.
Nan Yan didn't seem to notice. Just as she reached the stairs, she remembered something and turned to look at the man sitting quietly on the sofa. She reminded him, "Then pay attention to the wound on your face. It's best not to touch water tonight."
Zhong Ling didn't turn around to look at her, but just uttered a low "hmm". The expression on his face was still calm and gentle, and there seemed to be nothing unusual.
But after Nan Yan went upstairs and left completely, Zhong Ling clenched his fingers tightly, and the expression on his face suddenly became gloomy and embarrassed.
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Afterwards, only after Zhong Ling had completely calmed down his emotions did he let out a long sigh.
He rubbed his brows and looked at the things on the table. He originally planned to go to the bathroom to take a shower to wake himself up, but when he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, so he turned upstairs and took two pieces of clothes from his room, both of which were unopened.
Then he walked to the other side and knocked on Nan Yan's bedroom door. The person inside did not open the door immediately, but just asked softly, "Who is it? What can I do for you?"
There was a cleaning lady in her thirties living in the house where Zhong Ling lived. She usually cooked and cleaned the house, but she didn't live there. So there were actually only the two of them in the house, but Nan Yan still asked deliberately.
Zhong Ling outside the door responded calmly, "It's me."
There was nothing unusual in his tone, but perhaps because he was troubled by too many things tonight, his voice was unconsciously a little hoarse. "You came here suddenly tonight and didn't bring any underwear. There were no girls' clothes in the room. I brought two of my own clothes with me. They are both clean. You can use them to change into."
After hearing this, Zhong Ling heard two rustling sounds in the house and quickly came over and opened the door a crack.
Half of her face was hidden in the dim light. Zhong Ling saw that her hair was still a little wet, with water droplets dripping onto the towel from the ends of her hair. She was wrapped tightly in a large towel.
It seemed that something that happened at night scared her a little, so she didn't even dare to tell him that she didn't have a change of clothes.
Zhong Ling handed the clothes over without any unnecessary moves, but when he saw the wet hair, he couldn't help but remind her, "Remember to blow dry your hair before going to bed at night, otherwise it will easily give you a headache."
"The clothes are for you to change. There are no girls' pajamas. I'm looking for softer shirts and leggings. They have only been washed and not worn. You can wear them without worry."
After saying that, he rubbed his brows and added, his voice much softer, "I'm sorry, I drank a little too much tonight, and I was a little upset about the Zhong family's affairs, and I almost offended you, but I'm sober now, don't mind, okay?"
After he finished speaking, he even gave her a gentle smile. As usual, he returned to being the gentle and elegant young master of the Zhong family.
When Nan Yan saw his attitude and tone, the defenses in her heart seemed to gradually disappear. She raised her head and smiled at him, and her eyes fell on his hands.
Nan Yan saw that it was a soft shirt with a pair of gray boxer shorts underneath.
She then stretched out her hand, and Zhong Ling saw that the snow-white arm that was stretched out was slender and soft, and was covered with water droplets. Especially under the bright white light, the light blue blood vessels were faintly visible.
Nan Yan exhaled lightly, and smiled at him again, her eyes soft, "Thank you so much, I just realized I didn't have a change of clothes after I took a shower, and I was too embarrassed to come out and ask you for some."
Zhong Ling shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I forgot about it. Go to bed early tonight."
Nan Yan nodded and responded softly.
The two of them smiled at each other, acting as if nothing had happened, and seemed to have tacitly agreed not to mention what had just happened, as if that would allow them to pretend that it had never happened. However, not mentioning it did not mean that the matter was over.
Nan Yan accepted the clothes and said good night. Zhong Ling did not stay for long and turned to leave.
Nan Yan glanced at the other person and gave him a slight reminder, "Zhong Ling, you should drink less tonight and remember to go to bed early. I don't mind what happens in the evening."
After she finished speaking, she gave him a sincere and gentle smile, her hair hanging softly at her waist. He heard her voice softly, like a feather slowly stroked across Zhong Ling's heart, making his heartbeat tremble and itch slightly.
Zhong Ling paused. He didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt a little unwilling in his heart, a rare feeling of unwillingness that slowly spread from his chest. However, he had to calm down because of what happened tonight.
He turned his head and chuckled at her, half of his face hidden in the light, and said in a faint voice, "Okay, I see. You should go to bed early too. Good night."
After Zhong Ling finished speaking, he went straight into the bedroom opposite and closed the door with a crisp sound. Nan Yan also closed the door, turned around and lay down on the bed casually.
Nan Yan unfolded the shirt in her hand and curled up the corners of her lips. It seemed that what happened tonight was quite stimulating to him, so Zhong Ling suddenly realized her feelings vaguely.
But considering the time, his ex-girlfriend should be back soon. That's perfect. Let him worry about it. Since it has come to this point anyway, she can probably leave tomorrow.
So early the next morning, Nan Yan left a message for the other party and took a taxi away. The excuse she made was also very appropriate. A friend of hers was sick and in the hospital. She was preparing for surgery these days, so she planned to go over to visit.
By the time Zhong Ling woke up, it was already past nine in the morning. The moment he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a headache. It had been a long time since he had overslept so irregularly.
I'm too lazy to go to the company.
He stood up, threw back the quilt, and reached for his phone on the cabinet. As soon as he opened it, he saw the message pinned to the top of the screen:
Yanyan said that she took a taxi and left to visit a friend in the hospital. She cooked some white porridge for him in the kitchen so that he could drink it to warm his stomach after he sobered up in the morning.
Zhong Ling didn't know what he was feeling. He just read the line of words over and over again with an expressionless face until he was sure that he was not mistaken.
And that message was sent out at around seven in the morning.
She didn't call him, nor did she inform him in advance, and she didn't even think about knocking on his door to say a few polite words to him. Instead, she just left a text message and left.
It was hard not to think about the reasons.
But what other reason could there be other than what happened last night?
Zhong Ling lowered his head and stared for a while. His eyes were calm and without any disturbance, except that the bright blue screen made his eyes seem a little deep.
He suddenly closed his eyes, and a depressed mood emerged on his usually calm and restrained face.
He threw the phone away. For some reason, he suddenly felt an uncontrollable irritation in his heart.
He is not the kind of person who cannot control his temper. On the contrary, he has always been required to remain calm no matter what happens to him since he was a child.
No matter what he does, he must think of the best solution and the most direct way to solve the problem. But now, he found that he seemed to be unable to find a solution to the problem, and he could not control the vague unwillingness that began to surge in his heart.
Zhong Ling went directly to the bedroom where she stayed last night. Seeing that the door was closed, he knocked subconsciously, with a vague hope in his heart that perhaps the other party had not had time to leave yet.
But he knocked for a long time and there was no movement in the house.
Zhong Ling pushed open the door directly. The huge house was already empty. There was no one in the bedroom. It was very quiet around and the curtains were drawn.
He walked over and saw that the bed had been carefully made and the quilt was neatly laid out, as if no one had ever slept there.
Zhong Ling suddenly sat down on the bed somewhat weakly. He turned his head and his eyes unconsciously fell on the snow-white shirt on the cupboard.
The clothes were obviously a little wrinkled, but they were still neatly folded there.
He reached out and picked up the clothes, then leaned back on the pillow, his eyes scanning the clothes inch by inch, and vaguely smelled the light fragrance left on it.
He felt that what he was doing was a little disgusting, but he couldn't help thinking about how she would look in his clothes, her waist so tiny that he could control it with one hand.
Then those beautiful images emerged uncontrollably in his mind. It was the scene of her wearing his clothes and walking towards him step by step under the dim light. A certain thought became deeper and deeper, and he held the clothes tighter and tighter. A sudden heat rose from his body, and an endless itching went down from the waist and quickly spread to the whole body. He noticed the changes in his body that had not appeared for a long time.
Zhong Ling's body tensed up, a slight hum came from his throat, his expression suddenly became somewhat unbearable, and a flush appeared on his jade-like face as if it was filled with blood.
He felt as if he had lost his last bottom line and integrity, and felt a kind of embarrassment and struggle that seemed to come from the self-loathing deep in his heart.
Moral constraints and emotional loss of control made him feel that his current reaction was disgusting and extremely disgusting. The more obvious and intense the reaction was, the more serious the self-loathing became.
She clearly had no feelings for him at all, but now he was like a beast in heat, even acting like this towards a piece of clothing.
I can't think about it anymore...
Zhong Ling restrained himself, clutching his clothes tightly, waiting for the strange feeling in his body to subside. But this time it was different, it would not subside unless he took action.
If I don't think about her, I can't get out at all.
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Until the end, after washing himself in the bathroom, Zhongling completely lost the idea of going to the company.
He felt that he needed a rest today, so he leaned on the sofa in his pajamas, his head sinking into the soft sofa cushion.
The white jade-like earlobes were still a little red, and even the corners of the eyes were tinged with a hint of gorgeous red.
Zhong Ling closed his eyes, rubbed his brows, and took out his phone to check the time. It was already past ten o'clock. He sent a message to Nan Yan:
"Okay, I have some things to do recently, so you don't need to follow me for the time being. I'll give you some time off."
A message soon came from the other side.
Feeling the vibration in his palm, Zhong Ling unconsciously turned on the screen, but there were only a few short words on it, very perfunctory.
"Okay, thank you Mr. Zhong."
These few words were like a basin of cold water that poured over him, instantly extinguishing the secret expectations in his heart.
He didn't know what he was expecting, but seeing this perfunctory message, the depression in his heart was hard to dispel.
Zhong Ling let out a breath and felt even more uncomfortable in his chest. His brows were slightly furrowed, and he felt confused about what to do.
He had that kind of thought about her, the kind of thought a man has about a woman, but she didn't want to agree, so he could only stay away from her so that he could be more sober and avoid doing something like he did last night that would scare people.
Zhong Ling felt a headache whenever he thought about these things. After a while, he heard another vibration from his mobile phone. Perhaps he had been hit for a long time, so he didn't expect anything. But when he saw the message of care and condolences displayed on it, he couldn't help but feel a little happy.
"Mr. Zhong, is your headache better?"
"I left in a hurry this morning so I didn't bother you. I cooked some porridge for you in the kitchen. Remember to drink some when you get up later. Also, be careful with the cuts on your face. It's best not to touch water when washing your face."
Zhong Ling read this long paragraph, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a sense of relief and satisfaction in his heart.
"Okay, that's it. Thank you. Also, if your friend's medical expenses are insufficient, you can continue to borrow from me."
Zhong Ling knew that the friend she shared the apartment with was sick and hospitalized, and she asked him to borrow money that day because of this. Fortunately, they became connected because of this.
He considered it over for several times in the dialogue box before changing the original word "want" to "borrow".
This time the other party responded quickly, saying that it was not necessary and that there was still a lot of money left, and then thanked me again.
Zhong Ling turned off the screen of his mobile phone and did not reply this time. He turned around and went downstairs. He saw the white porridge that had been kept warm in the kitchen, as well as some common side dishes. Zhong Ling, who originally had no appetite for food, could not help but walk over.
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On the other side, Nan Yan did go to the hospital. She brought some bone soup, fruits, and some light food to Sister Zhou.
After arriving at the hospital, I saw that Sister Zhou seemed to be in good spirits. At least she did not look as listless as the other patients.
She was beautiful when she was young, and she had a very outgoing and cheerful personality. Although she is not as young as she used to be, her foundation is still there. Even when she was hospitalized, she kept herself clean. She was in the same ward with a six-year-old boy, and they could chat from time to time.
At this time, Sister Zhou had already known the male nurse. The man was also an honest man and was under Sister Zhou's control. He often ran around to buy food for her.
After Nan Yan came, Sister Zhou was obviously in a better mood. She held her hand and asked her all sorts of questions. She refused to let go after chatting for a long time. Perhaps it was because her family was not around and she had been working hard in a foreign place for so many years that she always cared more about the care of people around her. In addition, with the 300,000 life-saving money that Nan Yan lent her, she now really treated her as her own sister.
It was not until herself the nurse came to do routine checks and record keeping that Sister Zhou reluctantly let go of her hand. She then reminded her to protect and not to have a relationship with Boss Zhong.
Nan Yan naturally agreed with a smile. After making sure that Sister Zhou was fine, she left alone.
However, when she arrived at the outpatient lobby on the first floor, she happened to meet a very familiar figure.
The elevator door opened with a ding, and Nan Yan followed the crowd out. After taking just two steps forward, she saw the young man standing opposite her.
There's no way, he's too eye-catching, tall and slender, with fair skin, and looks completely different from Zhong Ling. Wherever he stands, he exudes an aura that keeps people at a distance.
The two people's eyes met, and there was a moment of awkwardness in the air. Nan Yan naturally saw that he had a number sheet in his hand, and her eyes subconsciously shifted down a few inches to below his waist, and her eyes became subtle.
He Mian didn't smoke today because is not allowed in the hospital. He suddenly felt an itch in his hands, especially when he noticed that the look in the woman opposite him had become subtle. The originally noble and cold expression on his face stiffened for a moment.
He held the order number tightly and was about to explain.
As a result, Nan Yan, who was standing opposite him, lowered her head, turned around and passed by where he was standing, and quickly said, "He, Mr. He, you are busy. I really didn't see anything this time. I didn't follow you on purpose. I just have a friend who is sick and happens to live in this hospital. I really didn't know you were also receiving treatment here. Sorry, I'm leaving now."
He Mian: “…”
How could she really mean walking? It was as if there was a ghost chasing her. She turned around, went around He Mian, and started running forward. How could He Mian tolerate this?
Damn! He knew that the little girl must have had some bad ideas.
But he came to the hospital this time just to see a doctor. What did she think he was doing here?
If she hadn't run away, He Mian wouldn't have had any extra thoughts, but now that she's running away, doesn't it mean that she has wrong ideas? She still refuses to admit it. How could she dare not admit it when she met him in the hospital? Is he a monster?
So when she ran away, He Mian gritted his teeth in anger and chased after her. His little bit of male self-esteem was almost completely destroyed by this stinky girl.
As he started chasing her, Nan Yan ran even faster. The two of them ran around the small staircase on the second floor outside. Finally, Nan Yan couldn't run any further, so He Mian stretched out his long legs, rushed up and grabbed her, then dragged her to a secret corridor at the corner of the hospital.
"Why are you running?!"
Nan Yan ran out of breath, but she couldn't help but resist, "I told you that I wouldn't tell anyone about what happened to you in the hospital today. I also kept the secret I heard in the bathroom very strictly and didn't tell anyone. Why are you still holding on to me?"
He Mian got even angry after hearing this, and his face turned red. Of course, he ran out. His calm demeanor in the lobby disappeared in an instant. "You little bitch, dare you say something nonsense again? Do you want to see clearly? I'm seeing a surgeon this time! The dermatology department! It's your bite wound that got slightly inflamed last time. Why are you running away?"
He was probably furious, and he still shouted at her, and it was obvious that he attached great importance to maintaining his fatal male self-esteem.
Nan Yan also got angry when she heard the shout. Maybe she ran too fast and her throat hurt a little. "If you don't chase me, how can I run? Who wants to know what department you are in?"
"What does this have to do with me? I don't want to know about all the bad things that are wrong with your body."
He Mian was trying to protect his little bit of male self-esteem. If it weren't for her weird tone, would he have chased after her so recklessly?
However, after hearing her words, He Mian's eyes still flashed with annoyance, his face turned blue with anger, and he grabbed Nan Yan's shoulders, "Try to say something nonsense again, what kind of messed up problems do I have?"
How could he not mind at all when people pointed out his flaws so frequently? He is not dead, and a normal person would mind, right? Moreover, he has a very bad temper!
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