Starting with a beautiful woman's private doctor

"Ah~"

A soft cry pulled Chu Nan back to reality.

Only then did I realize that I had stopped walking without even noticing.

The impact of that collision was still reverberating in my chest.

The thoughts about pulse diagnosis in my mind had been shattered.

He wasn't far from Lü Baoliang's house, but the unique cherry scent abruptly pulled him out of his complicated thoughts.

He looked down and saw a woman slumped to the ground.

Her cascading perm was swept to one side, revealing her fair neck.

Even when she was sitting on the ground wearing a fitted wool coat, her tall figure was still undeniable.

Black stockings extended from under the hem of her dress, creating a straight and slender silhouette without any excess.

The beauty mark under her right eye added a touch of allure to her already delicate features.

"Ms. Xia?"

Chu Nan recognized the other person.

Xia Wantang is the acting president of Baihua Group, a well-known skincare company in Beihai.

A month ago, her husband suffered a sudden heart attack in the middle of the night, and Chu Nan was the first to rush to his aid.

But it was too late; by the time the ambulance arrived, the person was already gone.

He helped a lot afterward, and was one of the few homeowners in Yaotai Community with whom he had genuine dealings.

"I came out to throw out the trash and saw you, so I was going to say hello, but you bumped right into me without even looking up, ouch—"

Xia Wantang clutched her knee in pain.

The stockings were torn open, and a patch of skin on her fair skin was scraped, with blood seeping out.

"Excuse me, Ms. Xia, I was thinking about something just now, so..."

"Why waste so much time talking? Hurry up and pick me up."

"what?"

Chu Nan was momentarily stunned.

"What do you mean, 'huh'? You hurt me, and you expect me to go back by myself?"

"I'm so sorry!"

While apologizing, Chu Nan carefully picked up Xia Wantang.

Seeing his flustered appearance, Xia Wantang, who had been frowning slightly, covered her mouth and chuckled, "Why are you so shy? Are you afraid your older sister will eat you up?"

As she spoke, she deliberately wrapped her arms around Chu Nan's neck.

Her arms were soft and warm, and the cherry scent wafted over again, even stronger than before.

Chu Nan, who was already nervous, became even more flustered.

Xia Wantang laughed even more happily, and even deliberately rested her head on Chu Nan's shoulder, pouting her red lips and blowing air into Chu Nan's ear.

"Phew~"

Chu Nan tilted his head and tucked his neck in, intending to relieve the itch, but unexpectedly he got even closer to Xia Wantang's pretty face.

With her cheek pressed against her forehead, the breath that was originally meant to reach her ear now lingered around her nose, as fragrant as orchids.

It was a completely different feeling from the cherry scent on her.

Chu Nan was on the verge of tears. "Ms. Xia, please stop joking. I can see the superficial wounds, but if the bones are broken, it will be a big problem."

"Pshaw, am I that delicate?"

Xia Wantang shrugged it off, and even pinched Chu Nan's cheek as she spoke, "Also, how many times have I told you, stop calling me 'lady,' call me 'sister'!"

"Yes, I understand, Sister Tang."

Xia Wantang's house is right next to Lü Baoliang's. The outside is pretty much the same, but the interior decoration is completely different.

It is both luxurious and languid, yet exudes a touch of sophistication.

"Okay, that's enough."

After entering the house, Xia Wantang gestured for Chu Nan to put her down.

Chu Nan didn't let go. "Wait, let me treat your wound first. It will leave a scar if it gets infected."

Xia Wantang's playful expression vanished instantly. "Really?"

"Of course it's true, but with me here, I definitely won't let Xia Nu... Sister Tang, you get a scar."

After placing Xia Wantang on the sofa, Chu Nan began to examine her wounds.

"The most beautiful thing about my sister is her long legs. You have to heal them for me. If they leave scars, I won't live anymore."

Chu Nan knew Xia Wantang was teasing him, so he didn't say anything. He took out a small medicine bottle, uncorked it, and poured the powder onto the wound on his knee.

"It feels cool and tingly, so comfortable, and it doesn't hurt at all anymore."

Xia Wantang's beautiful face was full of enjoyment. "Brother Chu, what kind of medicine is this? It's amazing."

"This family-recipe formula not only relieves pain but also promotes skin growth, allowing wounds to heal quickly and without leaving scars."

Chu Nan didn't say one more thing: strictly speaking, this medicine is a family heirloom.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in the wrong for hitting someone, and that Xia Wantang had been really good to him, he wouldn't have been willing to take out this treasure.

"Tch, that's easy for you to say. Don't blame me for being blunt, if there's anything wrong with my leg, you'll have to take responsibility for me for the rest of your life."

Xia Wantang said that, but she didn't really care.

After trying to move around a bit to make sure the pain was gone, I stood up and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"not yet."

"That's perfect, I'll have a meal with you, sister."

The table was set with food and candles, creating a nice atmosphere, but there was only one set of tableware.

Before Chu Nan could think further, Xia Wantang took off her coat and casually hung it on the coat rack, revealing a burgundy halter dress underneath.

"Sit down, please. What would you like to drink?"

Plain water is fine.

"No, it's no fun drinking alone. You have to keep me company."

She walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of red wine, and opened it.

Chu Nan wanted to say he wouldn't drink it, but seeing that she had already opened the bottle, he had no choice but to shut up.

After Xia Wantang poured the glass, she handed it to him.

"Cheers."

She tilted her head back and drank it all in one gulp as soon as the glasses touched.

Chu Nan only took a small sip, and the spicy liquor made him cough as it went down his throat.

Xia Wantang laughed, "You can't drink?"

"Not really."

"It's okay, you'll get used to it after drinking it a few more times."

She poured herself another glass. "Don't just stand there, eat some food and try your sister's cooking."

"You did this?" Chu Nan asked, somewhat surprised.

"What, it doesn't look like it?"

Xia Wantang raised an eyebrow. "I live alone, I can't order takeout every day."

Chu Nan took a bite and said, "Delicious."

"Then eat more."

Xia Wantang downed her drink again, seemingly having a high alcohol tolerance, but the flush on her face betrayed her... she was a little drunk.

"Brother Chu, do you know?"

Xia Wantang held her wine glass, her eyes glazed over, "After my husband passed away, I've been running the company all by myself..."

Her gaze was no longer focused; it seemed to be on Chu Nan, but then again, it seemed she wasn't looking at him at all.

"Those guys were all staring at my spot, eager to devour me completely."

A bitter smile appeared on her lips. "I'm a woman, without children, without anyone to rely on. They all think I'm easy to bully."

Xia Wantang took another sip, and her peach blossom eyes regained some clarity as she looked at Chu Nan.

Sometimes I just want to lean on someone, even if it's just for a little while...

As she spoke, she leaned her head against Chu Nan.

"Sister Tang, you—"

Chu Nan felt a surge of panic. Just as he was about to speak, Xia Wantang covered his mouth with her white index finger.

Shh...don't talk.

Those large, almond-shaped eyes, under the influence of alcohol, held a hint of flirtation, and even her cheeks looked unnaturally flushed.

Chu Nan felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and quickly looked away.

But Xia Wantang wasn't about to let him off the hook. She leaned close to his ear and whispered in his ear, "Hold me."

These words sounded like a request, yet also like a command.

But whether it was a request or an order, it had nothing to do with Chu Nan anymore.

Before he could react, Xia Wantang had already embraced him...