Chapter 42

"Mm? Why am I... in the car? Seeing Ruan Lin..."

"Seeing Ruan Lin..."

Screech—the car tires rubbing against the ground made a loud, harsh noise in the dark night.

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looked straight ahead with a gloomy expression, and a moment later, restarted his black Bentley.

Zong's and X Hospital? Inpatient Department

Zong Jieran followed the nurse into the ward, his demonic eyes sweeping over Producer Seeing Shentu Mo, who was sitting quietly with his arms crossed by the bed. He picked up the medical record at the end of the bed, scanned it a few times, and smiled.

"You did this?" Zong Jieran turned his head to carefully look at He Lele on the hospital bed, "Doing the effect of a gang rape by yourself, should I praise you for being a golden gun that never falls and being majestic, or should I say you don't know how to cherish the jade and destroy the flowers?"

"... When will she wake up." Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looked at the clock on the wall and asked.

"Normally, she will wake up when the fever goes down, unless she doesn't want to wake up."

"... Explain clearly."

"Being played until physically exhausted during her period, dehydration, high fever, oh, and a mild anal fissure, it's not strange if she doesn't want to wake up, right? I say you are too—woke up..." Zong Jieran closed his mouth and smiled at the weak He Lele.

As soon as He Lele opened her eyes, she saw a nurse standing beside her changing the medicine bottle on the rack... was she in the hospital?

"Dr. Zong, the patient is awake, I'll go notify Director Liang." The nurse looked at the end of the bed and said.

He Lele followed the nurse's gaze to the end of the bed—what... a bewitching man! The man was wearing a doctor's white coat, his figure was slender and tall, his skin was fair to the point of being like high-quality white porcelain, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were upturned, his chin was pointed, and he had neat, shoulder-length curly hair...

"If you keep looking at me so infatuatedly, someone is going to be jealous." The beautiful man who looked like a doctor smiled and said.

Mm? He Lele looked around in confusion—"Mr. Producer Shentu? Why are you here?" She tried hard to lift her body and sit up.

"Ha! Producer Shentu, she doesn't have you in her eyes at all!" Zong Jieran teased, but as soon as the words came out, he felt something was wrong. This girl called Producer Shentu "Mr.," and was surprised he was in the hospital... the feeling was that the one who played her like this wasn't Producer Shentu? Uh... no way...

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo glared at Zong Jieran with a cold face and stood up. Before he could say anything, a middle-aged female doctor pushed the door and entered.

The female doctor checked He Lele's condition, confirmed there were no other abnormalities, and left.

Zong Jieran put the medical record back at the end of the bed and looked at He Lele gently, "Don't worry, the fever has gone down. Stay in the hospital for observation for two more days, and you can be discharged if there's nothing wrong. You can pay more attention to dietary supplements to nourish your body. Also, tell your man to be gentler."

He Lele was very embarrassed and secretly glanced at Producer Seeing Shentu Mo, but bumped into his cold eyes. The inexplicable guilty conscience made her avoid his eyes in a panic, but her brain reflexively remembered something and reached into her pants pocket—where was her phone? Huh? Hospital gown?

"Your things are on the table." Zong Jieran watched He Lele's reaction with great interest and reminded her kindly.

"Oh! Thank you!" Taking the phone and looking at it, 10:47? Night? Oh no! He Lele pulled out the needle, lifted the quilt, and was about to get out of bed.

"Hey hey hey! You can't get out of bed now! Where are you going?"

Enduring the soreness and numbness all over her body, especially the discomfort beneath her, He Lele frowned and stood up, "I'm fine, where are my clothes? It's almost eleven, it might be too late to go back and make it now, or should I go buy you something to eat nearby?" Looking up at Producer Seeing Shentu Mo, He Lele asked in a hoarse voice. It wouldn't be good to let Producer Seeing Shentu Mo eat hospital food, right?

"..." What's what? The first thing this girl did when she woke up was think about Producer Seeing Shentu Mo needing to eat at eleven? Zong Jieran's brain couldn't quite wrap around it.

"..." Producer Seeing Shentu Mo looked down at the weak woman in front of him for a long time, the coldness in his gaze gradually fading, "You rest."

"I..."

Zong Jieran looked at the embarrassed He Lele, raised his eyebrows, followed Producer Seeing Shentu Mo out of the ward, and incidentally called a nurse to hang the needle for He Lele again.

"How is it? The food here is still edible, right!" Zong Jieran sat in his office chair, crossed his legs, and said with great pride. His family's hospital was famous for its five-star service, and the catering was both healthy and delicious. "Hey! What exactly happened? Who is that woman? You seem to care about her a bit... you haven't finally moved your mortal heart, have you?"

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo put down his knife and fork, wiped his mouth with elegant manners, ignored the noisy Zong Jieran, and got up to walk toward the door.

"Hey! At least we're brothers who grew up together! Eating and wiping your mouth and leaving? Then I'll go ask Jiji!"

Producer Seeing Shentu Mo, who had just touched the doorknob, stopped his figure, turned his head to look at Zong Jieran, "Do you know why I've always had little interest in women?"

"Mm?" Zong Jieran's eyes lit up, and he shook his head excitedly. Was the secret of the century about to be revealed!

"... As long as I think that women are even noisier than you, no matter how hard it is, it will go soft." After saying this, Producer Seeing Shentu Mo opened the door and left.

"... Fuck!" Zong Jieran gave Producer Seeing Shentu Mo's back a middle finger, and in the next second, picked up the phone and dialed, "Hey! Young Master Ji! Fuck! So noisy! Out partying every night, watch out for kidney deficiency... Thanks, I don't want to earn your money. Hey! Let me ask you! Do you know a woman named He Lele?"

☆, Chapter 44: I Have No Money

Pestering Jiji to find out He Lele's identity, Zong Jieran touched his chin, his eyes full of excitement.

Interesting, Jiji said He Lele was their new apartment manager. Although she didn't look like it on the outside, she was actually a lewd nymphomaniac who had climbed into the beds of three guys in just over half a month in the apartment...

A lewd nymphomaniac? No wonder she could be so calm after being played half to death by men; she really didn't look like it on the outside. But looking at Seeing Ruan Lin's appearance outside, who could have guessed his true nature was so savage and explosive? That apartment building of theirs was truly full of top-grade people!

"Dr. Zong, the patient in 605 insists on being discharged."

"This part doesn't belong to me, right?"

"No, it's the young lady sent by Mr. Producer Shentu!"