After the divorce, I trained my dog, and the scumbag father and son knelt down at my door.

Yan Niannian gave him a deep look.

In comparison, her attitude seemed quite generous and open.

"At the auction, you went out specifically to find evidence for me and even got injured. Why didn't you tell me?" Yan Niannian slowly walked in.

Zhuo Yuchen gave a wry smile. "You knew everything?"

"Ok!"

Yan Niannian nodded.

"When I came back, you no longer needed me."

Why bother telling you? It would only cause you unnecessary trouble.

Zhuo Yuchen's low, husky voice was very soft.

But in Yan Niannian's heart, it still couldn't help but stir up ripples.

Looking at Zhuo Yuchen, her eyes glazed over for a moment.

Through that hint of humility, Yan Niannian seemed to see her former self.

She lived without a sense of self back then.

Their lives revolved entirely around Zhuo Xuan and Zhuo Yuchen.

They were thorough and meticulous, working tirelessly.

Whether openly or secretly, she did a great deal for them, father and son.

But in the end...

Only you are moved.

The father and son were not grateful.

They found her nagging and annoying, and sometimes they didn't even want to listen to what she had to say.

And so, in that hopeless life, filled with contempt and disgust, she consumed herself day after day, year after year…

Now, it seems like everything has been turned around.

Seeing that Yan Niannian's expression was not good, Zhuo Yuchen subconsciously clenched his fist.

He got nervous again.

"Niannian, what's wrong?" Zhuo Yuchen called out to her cautiously.

I wonder if I said something wrong just now, which made Nian Nian unhappy.

Yan Niannian snapped out of her daze.

"It's alright, Zhuo Yuchen. Let's call the doctor to take a look at your hand!"

This time, Zhuo Yuchen did not refuse.

On the contrary, I felt secretly pleased.

His constant thoughts were a sign of his concern for him.

Exactly!

The doctor came quickly.

"Mr. Zhuo, could you please roll up your right sleeve?" the doctor said respectfully to Zhuo Yuchen, who was sitting on the sofa.

"Ok!"

Zhuo Yuchen nodded.

He was electrocuted on his right hand, so he could only use his left hand to pull it up.

It's not intuitive, which makes the movements look a bit slow.

Yan Niannian frowned as she watched Zhuo Yuchen's actions.

This is a medical appointment, not a fashion show.

Is such elegance really necessary?

After rolling her eyes in dissatisfaction, Yan Niannian simply took matters into her own hands.

She suddenly leaned forward, grabbed Zhuo Yuchen's right arm, and started stroking it upwards.

Zhuo Yuchen was stunned.

He narrowed his eyes, a complex emotion flashing in his deep gaze.

It's fair to say that Yan Niannian's actions in helping were anything but gentle; they were quite forceful.

One moment, and his arm would ache slightly.

But it was precisely this slight pain that made Yan Niannian's fingertips trace across his skin, clearly amplifying the pleasure she felt from the bottom of her heart.

A smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

He likes it very much!

After the right forearm was exposed, the doctor rushed forward.

He first performed a physical examination on Zhuo Yuchen and found no obvious bruises, purple marks, or black marks.

Then, he did a grip strength test.

It's alright!

Despite the pain, Zhuo Yuchen was able to perform the bending, stretching, and gripping movements normally and well.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't seem like a big problem.

When Zhuo Yuchen was shocked, the voltage was low and the duration was very short.

So although it may cause swelling of the arm muscles and occasional incoordination, it can be fully recovered in eight to ten days with medication.

"Mr. Zhuo, your hand is fine..."

The doctor was about to tell the truth.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yuchen suddenly turned around and grabbed his wrist.

They significantly increased their efforts.

While experiencing the pain, the doctor was startled.

He quickly looked up at Zhuo Yuchen.

Their eyes met, and Zhuo Yuchen narrowed his eyes, a dark glint of warning flashing in them.

The doctor shrank back, a chill creeping up uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.

He finally figured it out.

If I say the wrong thing, I'm doomed.

Yan Niannian didn't notice Zhuo Yuchen's little actions; her attention was entirely on the doctor's face.

She pressed on urgently, "How is Zhuo Yuchen's hand?"

The doctor quickly changed his tune, "The situation is not optimistic. The electric current has damaged the tendons. He can't use his hands excessively for the time being and will need someone to take care of him for everything."

"Otherwise, it will leave lasting effects and affect future sensitivity."

"And the people who take care of President Zhuo..."

After a pause, the doctor gave Yan Niannian a meaningful look before continuing to speak.

"Ideally, she should be a young woman who is familiar with Mr. Zhuo, knows his preferences, and has lived with him for many years."

"Responsible and patient..."

Yan Niannian: "..."

She glanced at the doctor, her lips twitching speechlessly. "Then you might as well just say that the woman must be his ex-wife."

The doctor gave an awkward, forced smile.

Now, his expression was incredibly awkward.

Zhuo Yuchen kept his head down and didn't say a word.

But the corners of her lips unconsciously curved into a slight smile.

"By the way, Miss Yan, it would be best to encourage Mr. Zhuo to increase his outdoor activities as well."

"Mr. Zhuo is usually too busy and under a lot of work pressure, which is not good for his hand recovery."

"Go hiking, go to an amusement park or something, anything is fine."

"But one thing is certain: we must ensure that President Zhuo is in a good mood."

After his little scheme was exposed, the doctor simply gave up and went all out.

He frowned and began giving Yan Niannian the "medical instructions."

Then, he stood up and said to Zhuo Yuchen, "Um... Mr. Zhuo, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Yes!" Zhuo Yuchen nodded.

He was very satisfied with the doctor's response.

After the doctor left, only he and Yan Niannian remained in the office.

No one spoke, and the silence revealed an inexplicable and complex eeriness.

Yan Niannian lowered her head.

Thick eyelashes cascaded down, landing on her delicate, porcelain-white face.

The shadows obscured the emotions in her eyes.

It's impossible to tell what Yan Niannian is thinking.

After giving Yan Niannian a deep look, Zhuo Yuchen cautiously broke the silence.

"Niannian, my hand is going to be crippled. Will you dislike me?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Niannian finally raised her head.

"Don't be ridiculous! You think you can cripple someone with such a minor injury? Zhuo Yuchen, are you made of paper?"

"Or are you trying to extort me?"

Raising an eyebrow, Yan Niannian gave Zhuo Yuchen a big eye roll without any politeness.

Zhuo Yuchen suddenly leaned forward.

The warm breath gently sprayed onto Yan Niannian's face.

His voice was deep and husky as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "Can I extort you, Niannian?"

"If I could, Niannian, I would really like to extort money from you for the rest of my life."

Yan Niannian's pupils dilated sharply.

She was completely unprepared.

Their noses touched, their breaths mingling.

She wasn't sure if she was startled by Zhuo Yuchen's sudden action, but her heart raced and skipped several beats.