The female doctor glanced at Ning Wan, her face adorned with a faint smile, although somewhat distant, she politely said, "These are all things I should do, I will have my assistant give you an extra bottle of the medication later."

As she spoke, she didn’t linger any longer; after tidying up her medical kit, she nodded slightly to Lu Jingchen and Ning Wan and then turned to leave.

Song Qiao moved directly next to Ning Wan, her eyes slightly red, and with a tinge of anger said, "Wanwan, do you know how dangerous it was for you to do that before? If something happened to you, what would I do?"

They met during each other’s toughest times, crying, laughing, and even goofing around together. They’ve argued before, but each time, they’d make up in less than a day.

After all, both Song Qiao and Ning Wan are genuine foodies; if a meal couldn’t solve the problem, then two meals would.

Ning Wan’s previous disappearance, with no contact at all, had already worried Song Qiao to no end.

Seeing her act like that again now, her heart nearly jumped to her throat.

Their relationship had long been as close as sisters; how could they bear for anything to happen to the other?

Seeing Song Qiao’s eyes slightly red and obviously frightened, Ning Wan also realized it was indeed her previous lack of consideration. She quickly apologized with a face full of regret, "Qiaoqiao, I’m sorry... I won’t do it again next time..."

Lu Jingchen sat there, his gaze fixed on Song Qiao, and directly said, "Let’s talk about this later when we’re back." With that, he looked at Ning Wan, "Can you walk on your own now?"

Hearing Lu Jingchen’s words, both Song Qiao and Ning Wan’s gazes fell on her foot that was wrapped up like a dumpling.

Before Ning Wan could speak, Lu Jingchen continued, "If you can’t walk, I can ask Mo Han to come down and carry you to the car."

After all, Ning Wan is also a woman; he couldn’t say he’d carry any woman other than Song Qiao. Of course... if he had a daughter in the future, he could carry her too.

And Ning Wan probably wouldn’t want others to carry her either; asking the butler wouldn’t be practical as he’s already in his fifties or sixties, his old back wouldn’t be able to handle Ning Wan’s weight.

Upon hearing Xi Mohan’s name, Ning Wan’s face turned pale, and she instinctively refused, "No need, later I’ll just have someone support me, I still have one foot uninjured, I can walk by myself..."

If worst comes to worst, she’d just hop on one foot.

"..."

In the master bedroom on the second floor, Xi Mohan stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze falling below. Soon, he saw Lu Jingchen leading Song Qiao out of the villa, and Song Qiao was forced to follow behind Lu Jingchen, occasionally looking back with a worried expression until Lu Jingchen directly stuffed her into the car, and then he couldn’t see her anymore. Lu Jingchen stood by the car, also looked back, just for a few seconds, before heading to the driver’s seat and sitting in the black Maybach parked there.

Xi Mohan remained standing there motionless, his gaze fixed below, his face showing an indifference that hid his true emotions.

Soon enough, a maid was seen helping the woman walk out of the villa.

The man’s eyes fell on her foot wrapped in bandages, his brows furrowing. He turned to go out but forcibly paused.

The words that woman previously said played back like a rewind button in his ears over and over again.

Thinking back now, he felt an urge to strangle her.

He, Xi Mohan, has status, has position, no one has dared to reject him like this.

The women he wanted, with a mere gesture, could fill a truck, he didn’t specifically need her.

But strangely enough, his heart truly felt he needed her.

Clearly, there was no information about this woman in his memory, but the feeling he got facing her wasn’t just familiarity, but also a faint ache in his heart.

Watching Ning Wan get into the car with the maid’s support, and seeing the black Maybach drive out of the villa,

...

Ning Wan wasn’t visiting Lu Jingchen’s villa for the first time; back when Song Qiao and Lu Jingchen got married, she stayed here a few times.

As a result, there was still a separate guest room reserved for her here.

After returning to the villa, Song Qiao, worried, directly helped Ning Wan, though Lu Jingchen initially didn’t want her to do that. After all, what if she accidentally fell later, then what?