After one night of indulgence, the abstinent tycoon kissed her every night with his hand on her hip.

Jiang Zhi was slightly taken aback, then quickly realized what was happening and said, "President Ling, I can put me down myself..."

"Jiang Zhi! Don't talk to me!"

Ling Jingyuan's eyes were deep and his expression was somewhat cold. Jiang Zhi frowned upon hearing this.

What's gotten into this man now?

Is she angry?

What did she do to offend him?

"Mr. Ling, please put me down, this isn't appropriate..."

Ling Jingyuan chuckled upon hearing this. The man's dark, deep eyes stared straight at Jiang Zhi, the domineering and intense aggression in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Jiang Zhi, do you believe that if you say again that we're not familiar with each other, I'll kiss you right now!"

Jiang Zhi: ...

What is this man saying?

Perhaps it was because Ling Jingyuan's gaze was too intense, or perhaps it was because Ling Jingyuan's aura was too strong, but Jiang Zhi obediently shut her mouth and didn't say anything more.

Because she had a feeling that Ling Jingyuan wasn't joking and that he really meant what he said.

Ling Jingyuan gently placed Jiang Zhi on the sofa, then looked intently at the bandages wrapped around Jiang Zhi's legs and arms, his expression darkening.

"Jiang Zhi, why didn't you tell me you were injured?"

Ling Jingyuan knelt on one knee, his large, well-defined hand gently touching Jiang Zhi's injured area. He looked up at Jiang Zhi, his voice low and tinged with suppressed anger.

Jiang Zhi looked completely bewildered upon hearing this, her incredibly beautiful eyes filled with confusion.

Why did she tell him she was injured?!

Does this man even know what he's saying?

Jiang Zhi glanced at the kneeling man with a complicated expression and couldn't help but whisper, "President Ling, why am I injured...?"

"Okay, I don't blame you anymore."

"Have you gone to the hospital for a checkup? What did the doctor say?"

Ling Jingyuan interrupted Jiang Zhi, looking down at her.

Jiang Zhi: ...

Jiang Zhi has a good temper; she's usually very gentle and rational in her dealings with people and things, except for matters of principle. But now, facing the man in front of her, she suddenly feels an urge to get angry and lose her temper.

What is this man doing?

He doesn't blame her anymore?

Jiang Zhi let out a slight breath, her face somewhat cold. "President Ling, thank you for coming to see me, but I'm fine. It's not convenient for me to entertain you here. Please leave."

Ling Jingyuan smiled slightly upon hearing this, "It's alright, I don't need you to entertain me."

Seeing that Ling Jingyuan showed no sign of leaving, Jiang Zhi frowned and spoke again.

"Mr. Ling, we're not familiar with each other, you're not here..."

"Jiang Zhi!"

Jiang Zhi's words, "I'm not familiar with her," seemed to ignite a switch in Ling Jingyuan's mind. His eyes suddenly darkened, and he sat up slightly, his strong arms tightly encircling Jiang Zhi on the sofa.

He immediately pressed his body against Jiang Zhi, and their breaths instantly mingled. When Jiang Zhi looked up, she could see the man's perfect face.

"Jiang Zhi, try saying we're not familiar with each other again!"

Ling Jingyuan spoke with a hint of gritted teeth, and he glanced down at the pitiful woman, a look of heartache and pity flashing in his eyes.

If he hadn't seen her injured, he wouldn't have been so polite to her; he would have already pulled her into his arms...

Jiang Zhi looked away slightly, her gaze fixed on the man's intense, slightly angry eyes. She didn't dare confront him directly; who knew what he might do next?

"What happened to your injury? Have you seen a doctor? Jiang Zhi, speak up."

Seeing that the man wouldn't give up until he heard an answer, Jiang Zhi could only briefly explain the situation. Ling Jingyuan frowned slightly after listening, but his expression relaxed a little when he heard that the doctor said it wasn't serious.

"Is it time to change the medication? Where is it? I'll change it for you..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhi immediately shook her head. She needed to change the dressing, but she didn't need him to; she could manage it herself…

"Jiang Zhi, don't make me say it twice, where is the medicine?"

Jiang Zhi: "President Ling, I can manage on my own, you don't need to be here..."

Seeing this, Ling Jingyuan stood up without saying anything and searched around the living room. He quickly found the medicine prescribed by the hospital.

He returned with the ointment, knelt down on one knee beside Jiang Zhi's legs, and gently and carefully unwrapped the gauze from Jiang Zhi's legs. When he saw that large patches of skin had been rubbed off her originally fair legs, his eyes were filled with heartache.

This woman says it's not serious, but it looks painful!

She's really good at enduring things.

"Tell me if it hurts."

Ling Jingyuan took out the ointment and gently applied it to Jiang Zhi's wound. After all, a large piece of skin had been lost. When the ointment was applied, Jiang Zhi frowned slightly and gasped.

It hurt, but she could endure it!

Looking at the woman's appearance, Ling Jingyuan's eyes were deep and he seemed to be thinking about something. He carefully and gently applied medicine to Jiang Zhi's wound and then carefully bandaged it.

After doing everything, he slightly rose and, while Jiang Zhi did not react, lowered his head and kissed her lips deeply, tenderly and affectionately, with a hint of heartache and pity.

"Jiang Zhi, I'm sorry."

Just as Jiang Zhi was wondering, Ling Jingyuan released Jiang Zhi's lips and looked at her deeply.

"I shouldn't have lost my temper with you that day, made you angry and caused you to get into trouble, so I should take responsibility for you and take care of you until you recover."

Jiang Zhi: No, what does my injury have to do with him?

To take care of her?

She doesn't need it!

"Mr. Ling, you're overthinking it. My injury has nothing to do with you, I don't need you..."

"Have you eaten? What would you like to eat? I'll make it for you."

Ling Jingyuan acted as if he hadn't heard Jiang Zhi's words, and went straight to the kitchen after finishing his own speech.

Jiang Zhi had a bit of a headache; this was somewhat surreal!

The president of the prestigious Ling Group, the head of one of Beijing's top wealthy families, is going to cook for her?

What is her relationship with him?

He and she...

Jiang Zhi lowered her eyes slightly, suppressing the darkness in them. "President Ling, thank you for today. Please go back."

The only response Jiang Zhi received was the man's calm voice from the kitchen. He seemed to be on the phone: "Send me a few sets of clothes and toiletries, and buy me groceries—anything that's good for my scrapes—as soon as possible. Deliver to the address..."

Jiang Zhi: ...

Faced with Ling Jingyuan, Jiang Zhi felt completely at a loss. This man never played by the rules, and she couldn't keep up with his moves at all; she was always being led by him.

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang. Ling Jingyuan opened the door, took the clothes and groceries brought by his assistant, and went into the kitchen.

Forty minutes later, three dishes and a soup were served on the table. To Jiang Zhi's surprise, Ling Jingyuan bent down slightly and carried her to the table to sit down.

"Eat up, these should all be things you like."

He noticed her tastes at that private restaurant.

Jiang Zhi was slightly taken aback when she saw the dishes on the table, which looked and tasted quite good. Could Ling Jingyuan really cook?

It looked quite nice; all the dishes were even her favorites. She glanced at Ling Jingyuan with a complex expression, then lowered her eyes slightly.

"Drink some soup; it's good for the wound."

A bowl of soup was placed in front of Jiang Zhi. She looked at the soup and her eyes darkened slightly, as if she was thinking of a familiar scene.

She used to do this even when her mother was still alive...

Jiang Zhi ate the meal in silence. Ling Jingyuan watched the woman eating quietly and sat quietly beside her without saying a word.

That day, no matter what Jiang Zhi said, Ling Jingyuan showed no intention of leaving. Jiang Zhi had no choice but to go back to her room and leave Ling Jingyuan alone in the living room.

Ling Jingyuan stared at Jiang Zhi's tightly closed bedroom door, his eyes deep and unreadable.