She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Han Xi subtly changed the subject.

As they approached the Beijing International Medical Center, Han Xi squeezed Fang Li's hand and smiled, saying, "Don't worry, you're my only wife."

Fang Li: "......"

The car stopped, and the man next to me let go and got out.

She felt a chill on her hand and suddenly realized that the two of them had been holding hands the whole way.

"Let's go." The car door next to him opened, and the man stood outside, holding onto the door.

Fang Li paused for a moment, then stepped out of the car.

After she came down, Han Xi naturally took her hand and walked inside.

Fang Li followed beside him, her gaze fixed on their clasped hands. She felt a strange, itchy feeling in her heart, and her fingertips were numb and she dared not move.

Han Xi led her upstairs to the VIP center. They entered an office with ease, and soon a man wearing frameless glasses walked in with some documents.

"Oh, what a rare guest!"

The two were sitting on the sofa. When they saw someone come in, Han Xi got up, while Fang Li remained seated.

Han Xi took two steps toward the man, put his hands in his pockets, leaned back on the sofa, and said, "How have you been lately? I haven't received your research reports in a long time."

The man's face fell, and he gave a wry smile: "President Han, did you come here just to show off your capitalist face?"

"Capitalist?" Han Xi smiled faintly. "It seems Dean Chen isn't planning on getting the R&D funding for next quarter?"

"..." The man paused, his chin puffed out slightly, and he laughed, "How could that be? I misspoke. You're not a capitalist, you're an entrepreneur. I hope Mr. Han can transfer the R&D funds for next quarter into the account on time."

"It depends on your performance." Han Xi raised an eyebrow.

The man was Chen Yingsheng, Han Xi's good friend and childhood friend, and the vice president of the International Medical Center.

Chen Yingsheng nodded. "Alright, speak up. What brings President Han here?"

Han Xi pretended not to hear the grinding of his teeth in his voice, got up and sat down next to Fang Li, and naturally took her hand and said, "My wife, Xu Fang Li, please ask Dean Chen to take a look at the injury on her hand."

"What did you say?"

Mrs?!

Chen Yingsheng's anger vanished instantly. He adjusted his glasses and carefully examined Fang Li on the sofa, a meaningful smile gradually creeping onto his lips.

"No wonder I haven't seen you out for so long. It turns out you've settled down with your beautiful wife at home."

Han Xi glanced at Fang Li subconsciously, his brow furrowing slightly: "You're talking too much nonsense."

Chen Yingsheng raised an eyebrow: "Alright, I won't say anything more. Let me see how the injury is treated."

He disinfected his hands, then sat down at the coffee table opposite the two of them. He took the arm that Han Xi was holding in his hands, carefully cut off the gauze wrapped around it, and then removed it layer by layer.

Fang Li sat on the sofa, unconsciously gripping the edges of the sofa tightly with both hands.

Chen Yingsheng noticed her unusual behavior and chuckled reassuringly, "Don't be nervous, relax."

Fang Li forced a smile and loosened her clenched fist slightly.

She glanced to the side and saw the man beside her staring intently at her forearm, looking even more nervous than she was.

When Fang Li returned yesterday, her arm was wrapped tightly in gauze, and you couldn't see how serious the wound was inside.

As the gauze was peeled off layer by layer.

All right.

Without any cover, the several torn wounds on Fang Li's forearm were completely exposed to Han Xi's eyes.

Several jagged cuts, stitched up, resembled ugly centipedes crawling on Bai Jie's wrist, appearing quite serious at first glance.

Especially after a night, the wounds that had been cleaned started to bleed again, and scabs formed on the stitches. In addition, the area around the wounds and the needle holes were red and swollen, making it look even more frightening.

Fang Li was also a little surprised, not expecting that after a day, it would be even more frightening than yesterday.

She glanced at the man beside her somewhat awkwardly. Sure enough, his face was as cold as a gust of wind, dark and gloomy like the weather before a storm. His eyes, in particular, were dark and deep, with a chilling current surging within them, so silent that it made one afraid to look directly at him and feel a chill run down one's spine.

Just then, Chen Yingsheng frowned and asked, "How did you get injured? How could it be so serious?"

Fang Li: "...It's alright...I guess."

"And you're still telling me everything's fine?" Han Xi glanced at her sideways, his eyes swirling with dark thoughts.

Fang Li shuddered, pursed her lips, and said, "It just looks serious, but the wound isn't actually that deep..."

Her voice grew softer and softer as the man beside her grew increasingly dark.

Han Shiyu!

It's best if you never come back in this lifetime, otherwise...!

Judging from their appearance, Chen Yingsheng knew that the injury was strange. Although he was curious, he wisely did not ask and instead said, "The wound is stitched up well. Remember to change the dressing on time every day. It should be fine."

He got up and took the first-aid kit from the cabinet. As he changed Fang Li's dressing, he instructed her, "Remember not to let the wound get wet for a while. This kind of laceration heals more slowly than a clean cut. It would be bad if the wound got infected."

Fang Li glanced quickly at Han Xi beside her, pursed her lips, and nodded obediently: "I understand, thank you."

Chen Yingsheng moved very quickly. Although he didn't seem very gentle, he didn't touch Fang Li's wound at all. Apart from cleaning the blood scabs, Fang Li felt almost no pain throughout the process.

The wound was quickly re-bandaged.

Chen Yingsheng took off his gloves and stood up. "Alright, I'll get you some gauze later. You can change the gauze yourself if it gets dirty. Come to the hospital in a week to have the stitches removed."

After leaving the hospital, the two got into the car.

The driver started the car and slowly drove out of the hospital. Fang Li sat next to Han Xi, looked at him and said, "Are you going to the company later? Can you give me a ride?"

She went to great lengths to persuade Zhou Yufan to return to China, and the day before yesterday she confidently told him she would see him at the studio, but he didn't show up yesterday.

The studio is just starting out and is in the business development stage. It would be really inappropriate for her, as the founder, not to go.

Han Xi glanced at her sideways, his expression still somewhat gloomy: "You are not allowed to go to the studio until your injury heals."

"......"What?!

Fang Li looked at Han Xi in astonishment: "Why? I only hurt my hand, not my leg."

“It’s inconvenient for you to go to the studio right now,” Han Xi said calmly. “You injured your right hand, how can you work? You even have difficulty eating by yourself.”

This morning while eating breakfast, she held the chopsticks with her left hand, almost shoving them in the air the whole time. Several times she couldn't get the food into her mouth, and he had to help her.

“But the studio is just starting out. It would be too much of a problem for me, as the boss, to just not go,” Fang Li said softly.

"Is the studio more important or your hands?" Han Xi frowned slightly, clearly not wanting to argue about it anymore.

Fang Li: "..." She pursed her lips and remained silent.