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

Han Xi turned slightly to face her, raised his hand and gently held her small hand resting on her knee, and said in a gentle tone, "How about we go after the stitches are removed? By then the wound will have healed more, and I'll feel more at ease."

"What about the pile of work in the studio? Are we just going to ignore it?" Fang Li said sullenly.

Han Xi looked at her obviously depressed face and his long eyebrows twitched slightly. "I heard from Yu Tian that you found a very capable senior to come back to China to help you?"

Fang Li was surprised: "When did Brother Tian tell you this?"

"With him keeping an eye on things at the studio, what's there to worry about?" Fang Li didn't speak, but Han Xi squeezed her hand and said softly, "If there's any urgent work, just have them come to your house, okay?"

Fang Li glanced at him and muttered, "What can I say after you've already said that?"

Seeing that she was still unhappy with her long eyebrows slightly furrowed, Han Xi narrowed his dark eyes and said, "I know you are worried about the studio. I just asked Chen Yingsheng to recommend a professional caregiver. She will take care of your dressing and diet. Your wound will definitely heal quickly. I will not stop you when that happens."

He'd already gone this far, so it seemed Fang Li had no choice but to agree.

So, after leaving the hospital, the driver drove back to the villa on the hillside.

When I got home, Han Ming was indeed gone.

Judging from Aunt Rong's expression, they must have left a while ago. Han Ming knew that his son and he didn't get along, so he didn't make things difficult for the servants.

Because of Han Ming's sudden visit in the morning, the two of them didn't eat much for breakfast, especially Fang Li, who ate even less.

It was almost noon, but fortunately Aunt Rong and the others had made preparations in advance. As soon as the two entered, Han Xi gave them some instructions, and then she led them into the kitchen.

Lunch was ready in no time.

The meal consisted of six dishes and a soup for two people, with a focus on light and refreshing options.

Fang Li is originally from the South, and every dish suits her taste perfectly. Han Xi specially changed her spoon, and as soon as he saw which dish her eyes fell on, he would pick it up and put it on her plate in advance.

Fang Li ate smoothly with a spoon, even drinking two bowls of soup, her once flat stomach now bulging.

After they finished eating, Aunt Rong and her team cleaned up.

The two moved to the living room.

Sitting there was too boring, so Fang Li decided to turn on the TV.

As a result, he forgot that he was injured, and when he reached out, he immediately frowned deeply.

Han Xi was replying to work messages on his phone when he caught a glimpse of her out of the corner of his eye. He immediately put down his phone and came over, his long eyebrows furrowing deeply. He took her hand in his and gently lifted her wrist.

A clear pang of heartache welled up in his dark eyes. "Did you get involved?"

"...Yes, it hurts." Fang Li nodded, biting her lip.

She reached out too forcefully, and she even felt as if something had burst open, and now she was experiencing sharp, piercing pain.

Han Xi pursed his thin lips and immediately bent down to pick up the phone he had thrown aside.

Fang Li saw this, paused for a moment, and asked him, "What are you going to do?"

Han Xi dialed the number quickly with one hand, and without looking up, said to Fang Li, "Call Chen Yingsheng."

"No!" Fang Li was speechless. She quickly reached out and snatched the phone from his hand. Seeing that a call had already been made, she quickly hung up.

Han Xi watched her movements, his brow twitched, and he stared at her.

Fang Li held his phone, sighing inwardly, "I'm fine. I probably just pulled it a little. You see, there's no bleeding, which means the wound is okay. Besides, didn't you say you'd already hired a professional caregiver? If you're worried, just have her check on me when she gets here. Don't bother Dr. Chen."

Fang Li was genuinely afraid of what Chen Yingsheng would say behind her back, since she had troubled him time and time again over such a minor injury.

Han Xi stared at her for a while, then sighed helplessly, slightly rising to help her get the TV remote from the coffee table and turn it on. "What do you want to watch?"

Fang Li blinked her watery eyes and pursed her lips, saying, "Whatever, it's fine."

Han Xi quickly switched to the most popular TV station at the moment, which was broadcasting a new idol drama. Coincidentally, he recognized the male lead, Fang Li, whom he had met once at the Yaoxing Annual Meeting.

"How could it be him?" Fang Li chuckled.

Han Xi looked up at the man on the TV, her brow furrowing slightly: "You know him?"

"I met him once." Fang Li nodded and said, "He was a special guest at Yaoxing's year-end awards ceremony."

Han Xi got up and moved closer to the sofa, his gaze falling lightly on Fang Li's excited little face as he listened quietly to her story.

"His name is Zhou Yiheng. He's not very old, but he's highly regarded in the industry because he was a child star. By the way, he's an artist with Wenxi Film and Television. You know Wenxi Film and Television, right? The one next to your Han family."

Fang Li spoke with great enthusiasm, her fair face flushed slightly, and she would occasionally open her watery eyes to look at him.

Han Xi's throat bobbed slightly, and he could only hear her clear, cold voice reaching his ears, but he couldn't make out what she was saying.

The woman in front of me, her red lips fluttering, continued speaking: "You don't know, I also heard something about him back then... well, not exactly dirt on him, more like a little secret. Someone said he..."

"Fang Li," Han Xi suddenly spoke.

Fang Li paused, then stared at him blankly.

Han Xi's dark eyes narrowed, his thin lips pursed slightly, and he suddenly sat up, stepped forward, reached out and hooked his arm around Fang Li's neck, lowered his head, and gently pressed his lips against hers.

The kiss ended quickly.

Fang Li's pupils trembled.

Han Xi did not pull away, but continued to pinch the back of her neck, his forehead pressed against hers, his deep eyes seemingly able to penetrate people's hearts, gazing intently at Fang Li's shy, trembling long eyelashes.

Her voice was low, husky, and gentle: "Do you have me in your heart now... even a little bit?"

"......"

Fang Li lowered her head, taken aback by his sudden closeness and question. Her long, curled eyelashes trembled even more violently, and she swallowed hard before responding almost inaudibly with a "Mm".

My heart was pounding in my throat.

Almost instantly, two blushes appeared on Fang Li's face.

Han Xi's heart fluttered slightly, and the hand on Fang Li's neck unconsciously caressed her gently. His straight nose bridge pressed down slightly, and noticing her silently holding her breath due to nervousness, his thin lips fell again.

Fang Li's only movable left hand clenched tightly. The man's lips were lightly pecking and sucking, and a tingling sensation ran down her spine. She felt like she was being electrocuted, and even her toes were tingling.

"No...don't do this..." Fang Li couldn't take it anymore. Her small hand had somehow risen up and pressed between the two of them. Her trembling eyelashes dared not lift, and she said in a low, hoarse voice, "There are other people...they'll see..."

Han Xi's burning black eyes were fixed on Fang Li's rosy lips, his voice hoarse: "Want to go upstairs?"