Yan Cheng glanced at her without saying anything.
Wen Qing understood that this meant that he agreed.
Song Jiaren sat in the car. The originally spacious space seemed narrow because of her entrance. She occupied almost two seats alone. She looked at the man who was still coughing and said, "Give me your hand."
Yan Cheng closed his eyes. Even in such a wretched state, he was still like an emperor. He stretched out a hand and handed it to Song Jiaren.
Song Jiaren looked at this hand and couldn't help but swallow hard. Oh my god, this hand was so beautiful.
Receiving the man's dissatisfied gaze, she retracted some of the infatuation in her eyes. She coughed lightly and put on a serious expression. She placed her fingers on his wrist, but in reality, her fingertips secretly brushed past his wrist.
She could not help but sigh. It was really unfair for a man to have such good skin on his hands.
The temperature in the car suddenly dropped by quite a bit. Song Jiaren belatedly noticed Yan Cheng's cold gaze and smiled obsequiously. She didn't know that her smile had squeezed the fat on her face into a lump, making her look very ugly.
She stopped what she was doing and took his pulse seriously. As time passed, her expression became more and more serious.
Wen Qing stood at the side and frowned. "Do you know how to treat illnesses or not? If you worsen Master Cheng's illness, I will definitely make your entire family die with you."
Song Jiaren glanced at him and said coldly, "You're so annoying. Shut up."
Wen Qing was shocked by her aura. Why did this fatty give off a similar vibe to Master Cheng?
Song Jiaren took out a silver needle and inserted it precisely an inch below Yan Cheng's chest.
Wen Qing immediately exclaimed, "What are you doing, woman!?!" He reached out and grabbed the audacious woman. In that instant, he thought he must have been hallucinating. How could such a useless woman be like Master Cheng?
Song Jiaren almost fell out of the car after being pulled by him. She said angrily, "This is treatment. What else can I do? Ask your Master Cheng if he's better."
Wen Qing realized that Yan Cheng had stopped coughing.
Yan Cheng said, "Wen Qing, let go of Miss Song."
Wen Qing released her and stood up straight.
Song Jiaren tidied up her messy clothes and glared at him. "He's a grown man, but he's so fussy. He's being annoying."
Wen Qing pursed his lips as he stood at the side. He kept his eyes on Yan Cheng and only heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that he had really recovered. As for Song Jiaren's ridicule, he didn't care.
Yan Cheng revealed a rare gentle expression and said, "Where did you obtain your medical skills from, Miss Song?"
Song Jiaren said with a flamboyant expression, "I'm a self-taught genius."
The mirth in Yan Cheng's eyes deepened as he said, "I saw those men in black running out of the Song family just now and was very worried. So, I helped you and returned this jade pendant to its original owner." After saying that, he signaled Wen Qing to hand it to her.
Song Jiaren smiled even more warmly and received the jade pendant without any trace of reservation. "Thank you, Master Cheng."
Yan Cheng smiled and said, "Logically speaking, you should call me uncle."
Song Jiaren didn't know what he was talking about, but she had no intention of continuing. She said directly, "It's already late, I'll go back first. I'll thank you next time."
Yan Cheng did not stop her. As he watched her figure disappear into the night, the gentleness in his eyes completely disappeared, leaving only a scheming look.
Wen Qing bent down and asked, "Master Cheng, are you… really feeling better?"
Yan Cheng shook his head.
When Wen Qing was somewhat disappointed, he said, "Not a little better, but a lot better."
These words shocked Wen Qing. Yan Cheng's body had already reached the point where medicine could not cure it. That was why he had let Song Jiaren give it a try just now. He didn't expect her to really have such capabilities.
He asked, "Master Cheng, should we bring Miss Song here?"
Yan Cheng waved his hand and said, "There's no need for that. It's better for both parties to be willing."
He spoke frankly, but there was a greedy glint in his eyes.
Wen Qing saw that he had his own plans and stopped talking.
Song Jiaren only heaved a sigh of relief after she walked out of Yan Cheng's line of sight. She was really afraid that the man would go back on his word and ask someone to capture her.