"Mr. Fu…" Song Nian pulled a chair over and sat down, opposing Fu Junyu. "You can't find information on me so you used your son as bait?"
Song Nian was so angry that she wanted to punch Fu Junyu's bewitching face on the spot and let him have a taste of her fist.
Unfortunately, she couldn't. This recklessness would spoil her big plan.
Although all the close contact she had with Fu Junyu after returning to the country made her dislike this man immensely.
At this juncture, his son was lying in bed with a high fever yet he still had the mood to test her. Atrocious!
There was no warmth in Fu Junyu's cold eyes. Even if he was misunderstood, he didn't bother to explain himself. He went straight to the point. "How much can I pay you to treat my son?"
Song Nian covered her mouth and yawned lazily. She said casually, "Why? Mr. Fu isn't looking for SN anymore?"
"I am still looking for SN. As for you…" Fu Junyu's foxy eyes were filled with coldness. "I won't let go of you yet."
Flipping her hair lazily, Song Nian looked up lazily and asked languidly, "Reason?"
"My friend thinks very highly of you." As his cold voice fell, Fu Junyu's beauty assaulted her sight. He pressed his lips against his and coughed softly, his eyebrows and eyes becoming flirtatious as they glanced at her.
He was beautiful and exquisite. His lips were red and his teeth were white. With this cough, his sickly pale face was dyed with a thin layer of scarlet. For some reason, it was pleasing to the eye, giving him a fragile and ethereal look.
She thought of the rumors about him in the outside world: ruthless, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded, and decisive. However, he was also a sickly beauty who looked like he was soft and easy to push down. He was a refined scum indeed. The contrast was huge.
Her pair of twins had clearly inherited his superior looks.
"Good friend?" Song Nian's beautiful eyes darted around, looking languid and alluring. "The bespectacled and elegant doctor at the Chinese restaurant?"
Fu Junyu didn't like the fact that she had to add a prefix to the person he was talking about.
"It's him." Fu Junyu's cold voice was calm. "He has high standards. So I've decided to accept his suggestion."
After Fu Junyu finished speaking, he felt that he had been too enthusiastic.
For a moment, he suddenly had doubts about the rumors he had heard of about himself. He was so talkative right now, why would anyone say that he was a man of few words?
Song Nian seemed to be deep in thought. Her eyes curved slightly and her beautiful crescent moon was warm and languid. She slowly curved her lips and said in a charming voice, "What's his name? Do you have his contact information?"
Fu Junyu frowned and looked at Song Nian. He didn't expect this woman to be so bold and straightforward.
"Wanheng." Fu Junyu looked away from Song Nian. "I don't have his contact details."
Song Nian hummed lightly and turned to look at Fu Yanqing on the bed. The boy didn't look so uncomfortable anymore, which meant that his fever was subsiding.
"Wanheng, that's a nice name," Song Nian praised generously. "It's not impossible to treat your son. As for the price, I'll give you an accurate answer after a full body checkup."
Fu Junyu felt uncomfortable when Song Nian praised Wanheng. When he heard her say that she was willing to consider treating his son, he felt inexplicably better.
He was extremely displeased with how he was currently feeling, but his face still appeared arrogant, indifferent, and distant.
"Miss Song, Master Fu is in the room. Doctor An is treating Young Master. It's not convenient for you to go in…"
Outside the room, Special Assistant Zhou's voice sounded.
Song Nian's red lips curved slightly. "Mr Fu, can I check your son's body now?"
"Of course you can."
Song Nian didn't stand on ceremony. "Then, Mr. Fu, please leave first. I need some privacy."
A ruthless and bloodthirsty look surfaced in Fu Junyu's eyes as he warned, "You better promise not to play any tricks. If anything happens to my son, I'll bury your daughter with him."