Jing Shao is infertile, but his nanny is pregnant with his child.

Unfortunately, the original owner's body was too weak. Anyone in the family could hit her if they wanted to. She could only train slowly and it took her two or three years to recover to the state she was in in her later life.

Lu Yan didn't say much about this issue. She took out Panax notoginseng and Salvia miltiorrhiza and asked Wang Jin to cut some lean meat and blanch it.

After kneading the dough, Lu Yan brought over an aluminum pot, placed it on the coal stove, and put in the Panax notoginseng, Salvia miltiorrhiza, and lean meat.

Once the soup with Panax notoginseng, Salvia miltiorrhiza, and lean pork was ready, the noodles were also cooked.

No one else came back at noon today, so Zhou Yanchen and the other three sat around the table to eat.

Zhou Yanchen glanced at the soup in the basin and frowned.

Lu Yan got up, ladled half a bowl for herself, drank a few mouthfuls, ate a bite of meat, and then got up again to serve Zhou Yanchen a bowl.

Zhou Yanchen frowned even more deeply and opened his mouth to speak.

"I don't suspect you of poisoning me."

He still recognized Panax notoginseng and Salvia miltiorrhiza.

He just didn't want to drink.

Lu Yan: "It's delicious, try it. If you don't like it, I'll make you something else."

Zhou Yanchen glanced at the soup in front of him, then closed his eyes and picked it up after a while.

After taking a sip, Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment.

The soup wasn't bitter at all; in fact, it was surprisingly delicious.

Seeing that Zhou Yanchen drank a bowl of soup in no time, Lu Yan smiled.

"So Mr. Zhou is afraid of taking medicine."

Not only is she afraid of taking medicine, but she also loves sweets, just like her son.

Having his weakness exposed, Zhou Yanchen's eyes darted away.

Lu Yan seemed to have discovered a new continent and chuckled softly.

Wang Jin suppressed a laugh and stood up to serve Zhou Yanchen another bowl of soup.

Apart from Lu Yan drinking the half bowl, Zhou Yanchen finished the rest and ate another bowl of noodles.

After the meal, Zhou Yanchen wheeled himself into the house, instructing Wang Jin to bring a basin of water before entering.

Lu Yan didn't think much of it, got up and cleared the dishes into the kitchen.

A short while later, Wang Jin came over to help, but Lu Yan was stopped by Wang Jin when she tried to help.

Lu Yan didn't stand on ceremony, "Thank you, Brother Wang."

These should be her chores.

Wang Jin: "I should be thanking you! This is the first time I've eaten so much in one meal since the Third Young Master's accident!"

"Um?"

"Hmm!" Wang Jin glanced outside discreetly while washing the dishes and said in a low voice, "When Third Young Master went to the battlefield, he ate everything. But when he came home, he became very picky about food. After the incident, coupled with his bad mood, he ate even less."

Today I actually drank three big bowls of soup, ate two big steamed buns, and a big bowl of noodles.

He knew it was all because Lu Yanfan cooked so well.

If only Lu Yan could stay and take care of the Third Young Master.

Always...

Wang Jin suddenly stood up straight.

Although Lin Changjian wasn't a very good person, one thing he said reminded him.

If, if Lu Yan married his family's third young master, then...

Realizing his own thoughts, Wang Jin shook his head heavily, as if that would shake off the absurd ideas in his mind.

Lu Yan chuckled, "What are you doing?"

Wang Jin smiled sheepishly, "It's nothing, it's nothing."

An hour after dinner, Lu Yan knocked on Zhou Yanchen's door.

"Mr. Zhou, I'm coming in."

"etc!"

After Lu Yan finished speaking, she pushed open the door and came in without waiting for Zhou Yanchen's response. By the time she heard Zhou Yanchen's somewhat flustered voice, it was too late.

The door opened, and Zhou Yanchen was sitting on the bed, holding a towel in his hand. There was a basin of water at his feet, and there were traces of wiping on the wheelchair.

Zhou Yanchen held up the wet towel, looking slightly embarrassed and unsure where to put it.

Zhou Yanchen's wheelchair was probably a wooden one specially made for him by the leader's wife. It had a smooth and shiny surface and was easy to clean.

Lu Yan felt uncomfortable; was she really that dirty?

Why did he have to go through all that trouble, wiping it over and over again?

This was the first time she had ever been rejected by a man!

I'm angry, extremely angry!

Oh well, she's a germaphobe, she should understand.

Zhou Yanchen immediately looked away and casually tossed the towel into the basin.

Lu Yan walked towards him. "Mr. Zhou, it's time for your massage."

Perhaps because he felt guilty, Zhou Yanchen did not refuse this time. He took off his outer pants and pulled up his thermal underwear.

Lu Yan didn't really take it to heart.

She earns a high salary, and people only clean the wheelchair she's sat in because they're germaphobic; they don't even ask her to do it!

What's the big deal?

Lu Yan quickly calmed herself down.

Lu Yan stood on the bed. "Mr. Zhou, can you lie down?"

Zhou Yanchen: "Lying down?"

Lu Yan nodded, "Yes, if you do it like this, I can only massage a little bit above your thigh, and it's not convenient for my hands to press acupoints. It will be more effective if you lie down."

Zhou Yan hesitated for a moment, then turned over and lay face down on the bed.

Lu Yan held Zhou Yanchen's left leg and pressed up along the tendons from his calf, stopping her fingers at the base of his thigh.

Zhou Yanchen's tall body instantly stiffened.

He only lost sensation from his thighs down, but still had sensation above his thighs.

The girl's hands were soft, yet surprisingly strong; the places she touched felt like they were being energized.

Lu Yan quickly noticed Zhou Yanchen's reaction and moved closer to him. "Mr. Zhou, you're having a reaction?"

Zhou Yanchen: "?!?!?!?!"

Zhou Yanchen looked up and met Lu Yan's face, which was so close to his own, and his face instantly burned.

Does this woman even know what she's saying?!

Zhou Yan's throat tightened, "Stay away from me."

Every time she got close, her fragrance would waft into his nose and linger in the air for a long time, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Lu Yan was baffled. "Mr. Zhou, I need to know if you could feel anything above your thigh just now. I need to understand your situation."

Yesterday's massage didn't reach this spot; he didn't react when I pressed it.

But today, when we pressed it up by more than ten centimeters, he had a strong reaction.

The problem is, she didn't use much force.

Zhou Yanchen: "......"

She was referring to her legs.

He also thought...

Zhou Yanchen cleared his throat. "I can feel it up there."

Lu Yan nodded understandingly, "Okay, I understand."

Lu Yan went back and continued to massage him. While massaging him, she didn't forget to tell him, "You must tell me whether your hands are light or heavy. If you want it heavy, I have plenty of strength."

After saying that, her hand moved to Zhou Yanchen's inner thigh, this time with more force than before.

Zhou Yan let out a muffled groan.

Lu Yan was a little unsure about Zhou Yanchen's reaction and asked, "Mr. Zhou, is this force enough? Is it too heavy?"

Zhou Yanchen felt as if the place she had pressed was on fire, making his whole body feel hot.

Lu Yan leaned closer again. "Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Yanchen seemed resigned to his fate, "Go ahead and press it."