heng would never let her go easily. After that unsatisfactory encounter at the Ho Family Mansion, he would definitely find an opportunity to make up for it.Now, even she can’t tell if he’s dissatisfie...Fu Yan walked to Huo Mingzheng's car and was about to open the back door.

The man's voice was low and cold: "Who do you think I am, the driver"

Looking across all of South City and even the entire country, who would dare say that Huo Mingzheng is a driver

She brushed her hand against his, smiling innocently. "Second Sister-in-law, if you don't mind..."

Huo Mingzheng's meaningful gaze swept over her face, taking in even the insincere smile.

She opened the passenger door and got in.

The long skirt swayed with the movement of sitting down, its hem rippling, and ankles occasionally appeared and disappeared. They were swollen quite badly.

Ho Mingzheng's face was calm. "Think you have too much life left" He had swollen feet like that and still drove.

"It doesn't hurt." Fu Yan moved her little leg and lowered her head to confirm that her ankle was covered by her skirt.

Suddenly, the man's breath was close to her, and a warm hand grasped her calf, lifting it upward.

She instinctively reached to protect her skirt, and in doing so, lost her chance to break free.

Huo Mingzheng lightly moved her ankle, and she immediately winced in pain, her face paling and beads of sweat forming on her forehead. Her eyes reddened, and she instinctively cried out, "Be gentle!"

"Doesn't it hurt" Huo Mingzheng's face was cold as he let her go.

Fu Yan endured the pain, remaining silent. Her temper was as stubborn as ten oxen!

"I have some medicine for bruises and sprains at home. It would be a lot of help if you could just take me back," she said, looking ahead and adjusting her skirt.

Ho Mingzheng didn't speak. He drove straight to the private hospital.

......

Qin Heng rushed into the clinic, Huo Mingzheng stood by the armchair, tall and straight, his overcoat open, behind him sat a woman, revealing a pair of white high heels.

His first reaction was that it wasn't Huo Mingzheng who was in trouble, his second reaction was that he thought the woman was Shen Wei and immediately frowned, but when he saw that it was Fu Yan, his brows furrowed even deeper.

"What's wrong" He glanced at Huo Mingzheng.

"My ankle twisted, take a look." Huo Mingzheng took a step back, making room for him.

Qin Heng immediately wanted to retort, asking him if he went to an orthopedic doctor for his sprained ankle, as the other party wasn't a professional. But Huo Mingzheng's gaze swept over him, effectively silencing his words.

He squatted before Fu Yanmian, picking up her foot and gently moving it.

With a hiss of pain, Huo Mingzheng frowned, "Can you do it"

"I can't, you can" Qin Heng changed his angle and moved, tilting his head to ask Fu Yan, "Does this hurt"

He shook his head.

"No broken bones, just apply some medicine. Avoid strenuous exercise for now." Qin Heng stood up and instructed the nurse to get the medicine.

Fu Yan put on her high heels, and Qin Heng frowned immediately. "Don't wear high heels, wear flat shoes, and the soles should be soft."

Fu Yan was fond of beauty, but also obedient. "Okay, Doctor Qin..."

After finishing her words, she was stunned. It was a joke that she and Ji Lin had shared privately about Qin Taiyi.

Qin Heng treated the Huo family, and the Huo family was at the top of the power pyramid in Nancheng. Huo Mingzheng was the eldest son of the Huo family, wasn't Qin Heng just the imperial physician

She blurted it out accidentally, and awkwardly touched her nose. "Uh, can I wash my feet"

She casually changed the subject.

"Alright, it hasn't broken yet," Qin Heng snorted and instantly slipped into character, "Does the little master need anything else attended to"

Fu Yan couldn't hold back and burst into laughter. "Sorry,"

She wanted to say that attending to foot washing wasn't the job of a maidservant or eunuch, but looking at Qin Heng's handsome face, she couldn't help but smile. In the end, she pinched herself secretly to stifle this chuckle. just come from a social gathering. A black long coat concealed a suit of the same color, his tie knotted high, the bow tie pinned at the bottom end of his stern Adam's apple. His neatly combed hair h...