Just as Xie Lin was about to say "no" once again, a chilling glance from Han Jingnian halted his words, filled with a silent warning that echoed across the room.
He quickly swallowed, choking down the words with a gulp. Overwheld with nervousness, he accidentally forced saliva down the wrong pipe, triggering a heavy bout of coughing. Once under control, he turned to Xia Wan’an and waved his hand, "Madam, thank you, but I’ve already eaten."
"Oh, you’ve already eaten..." Xia Wan’an sounded disappointed, "That’s a pity, this was breakfast made by Han Jingnian, and it’s his first ti at that..."
Only then did Xie Lin glance at the dining table, seeing much of the breakfast still untouched, far too much for two people to finish.
He craved for it, but President Han, who had prepared this al for Madam, would not allow it...
"Dr Xie, Han Jingnian’s breakfast is really good. Do you want to have more?"
Xie Lin glanced at Han Jingnian, seeing no signs of relent, he suppressed his craving for food and replied,"No need, Madam, I am quite full."
He was full... of longing. With that thought, he couldn’t ignore the hunger-induced gurgling from his stomach.
"Well, if you say so, Dr Xie. It’s a real sha..." As she spoke, Xia Wan’an thrust a dumpling into her mouth right in front of him.
Watching the scene unfold before him, Xie Lin swallowed hard, quickly changing the subject, "Madam, could you hand your left hand? I want to check your pulse, see how the Chinese dicine regin is working out for you."
Xia Wan’an uttered a reply of acknowledgnt and gave him her hand.
After taking her pulse, Xie Lin saw Xia Wan’an staring at him, so he responded with, "Your health is a bit better than before, but Chinese dicine takes ti to kick in. Next month, co to my clinic for a thorough check-up."
"Thank you, Dr Xie.", Xia Wan’an thanked and glanced at the ti on the wall clock, surprised to see that she was running late,"Oh no, I have a eting in half an hour. I need to head to the office now..."
As she said this, Xia Wan’an hastily stood up and started to rush towards the bedroom, then called out, "Han Jingnian, rember to put the leftovers in the fridge."
Han Jingnian grunted in affirmation then, as he watched Xia Wan’an scramble away, he said, "Zhang Cheng is downstairs. Have him drive you to the office, then he can co back for ."
"Got it," replied Xia Wan’an as she grabbed her bag and left the house.
After she had left, and the front door closed behind her, Xie Lin looked at Han Jingnian, "Mr. Han, Zhang Te ntioned that you suffered a severe nosebleed yesterday afternoon?"
Han Jingnian did not reply to Xie Lin’s query, instead he asked sharply, "How is she doing?"
"The effects are not visible yet; we’ll have to wait and see. If it doesn’t work, then we’ll have to co up with an alternative solution."
Han Jingnian gave a slight nod of understanding but did not speak further.
Xie Lin once again opened his mouth to speak, "Mr. Han, perhaps we should check what’s wrong with you first?"
Han Jingnian didn’t speak, but instead extended his hand towards Xie Lin. Xie Lin reached out and grasped Han Jingnian’s wrist...
...
When the elevator was about to reach the twenty-seventh floor, Xia Wan’an realized she had forgotten her work card. She headed back to the front door, input the password, and as she swung it open, she heard Xie Lin’s voice from inside.
"Mr. Han, I’ve told you before to be careful with the dicinal soups the madam makes for you. Moderation is key for any dicine. You had no issues to begin with, the low sperm count was a lie to appease Madam, you didn’t need those supplents. Now you’ve overdone it and have nosebleeds, right?"
PS: This Chapter continues with a lottery for a small, adorable pillow.
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