Huh? Are villainous bosses this easy to flirt with?

Chapter 214 Because I really feel sorry for you

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After leaving the banquet, Huo Yunting immediately took Xie Qing to Ruikang Hospital, a private hospital under the Huo Group, for a full-body checkup.

Xie Qing was extremely familiar with this place; she had spent nearly half a month in this hospital after fracturing her left leg.

After completing a series of examinations, while waiting for the results, Xie Qing changed out of her blood-stained clothes, put on a light blue sweater she had bought along the way, and wore Huo Yunting's black coat over it, and sat on the hospital bed.

Her eyes were gentle and smiling, and her temperament was quiet and harmless, completely different from the fierce image she had just had a few hours earlier, wielding a military knife and beating up Zheng Xiao.

At this moment, Xie Qing rested her chin on her hand, tilted her head to look at Huo Yunting, who was standing guard by the bedside with a tight lip, and reached out to scratch his palm, "Cheer up, it's New Year's Eve tonight~"

Huo Yunting had experienced a night of ups and downs and was far from happy.

"Tingting~"

Xie Qing suddenly leaned closer and pointed behind his ear, "There's something behind your ear."

Huo Yunting instinctively reached out to touch it, but Xie Qing stopped him, saying, "Let me do it!"

With slender fingers, she gently touched behind Huo Yunting's ear and magically produced a delicate red rose. "Ta-da~ A New Year's rose for you."

Huo Yunting was amused by this childlike trick, took the rose, and unconsciously smiled, "When did Qingqing hide it?"

"On the way back after the checkup—"

Xie Qing blinked and smiled slyly, "I passed by a wall of roses and secretly took one."

She wrapped her arms around Huo Yunting's neck, their noses touching intimately. "Are you feeling better now?"

Huo Yunting's ears turned slightly red, and he coughed lightly to hide his excitement. "I'm still in the hospital, don't tease me."

"I wasn't flirting with you."

Xie Qing blinked innocently, her tone pure and kind, "I just wanted to make you happy."

These words were practically taunting.

"you really……"

Huo Yunting couldn't help but chuckle, his eyes darkening as his well-defined fingers unconsciously touched Xie Qing's sensitive earlobe, gently kneading it.

Before they knew it, the distance between the two had grown closer and closer. When they came to their senses, Huo Yunting had already pinned Xie Qing to the edge of the bed and was gently kissing his lover's face.

From relaxed brows to trembling eyelashes, from a straight and delicate nose to soft red lips, it's as if they're savoring some exquisite delicacy, not wanting to miss an inch.

With a "click," the door was pushed open.

The young doctor, holding the test report, had just stepped inside when he witnessed this ambiguous scene. His face flushed red, and he slammed the door shut with a "bang."

"Why don't you go in?"

The kind-looking old man behind him asked.

The young doctor stammered, his ears turning bright red, "Um... Director He... it's not very convenient inside..."

Old He glanced at the tightly closed door, then at the young doctor's flushed face, and instantly understood.

Inside the ward, Huo Yunting heard the noise coming from the doorway. He lingered on his lover's lips, kissing them a few more times before finally getting up, still wanting more.

He tidied Xie's slightly disheveled hair, wiped the moisture from her lips with his thumb, and then said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The two people at the door pushed the door open and entered. The young doctor didn't dare to look around. He cleared his throat and began to report the test results.

Old He walked straight to Xie Qing's side and squatted down to examine his left leg, which still had an old injury, without saying a word.

When the young doctor uttered the words "the blood contains trace amounts of psychoactive substances," Huo Yunting's eyes darkened, and his desire to kill Zheng Xiao grew even more urgent.

Sensing the sudden drop in temperature in the ward, the young doctor hurriedly added, "Fortunately, Mr. Xie ingested an extremely low dose, which has now been largely metabolized and will not cause any harm to his health..."

After finishing his report, Old He stroked his white beard and said slowly, "Master, please rest assured, Mr. Xie's health has improved by about 70-80% after nearly a year of traditional Chinese medicine treatment."

"It's just that this old injury in my left leg has been neglected for too long, and the cold and dampness have penetrated deep into my muscles and bones. In the future, when it's rainy, my left leg will inevitably ache, so I'll have to be more careful."

Xie Qing belatedly realized, "Sir, the Chinese medicine I drink every day is all prescribed by you?"

"Yes."

Old He nodded with a smile, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes.

One late winter night last year, the Huo family's medical team, including him, was summoned by phone to a small county called Anping County.

That very night, he examined Xie Qing, who was in a coma, took her pulse, and prescribed medicine, never expecting that they would only officially meet today.

After reporting Xie Qing's condition, Elder He did not rush to leave, but looked at Huo Yunting and said, "The patriarch has not come to receive acupuncture for a long time, so his headache must have improved significantly."

Huo Yunting's heart skipped a beat, and he glanced at Xie Qing guiltily, only to meet the other's ambiguous smile.

She turned her face away uncomfortably, forcing herself to remain calm, "It's all better now."

Just as Old He was about to ask if it would be convenient to do a check-up, Huo Yunting, fearing that the more the other person talked, the more secrets they would reveal, quickly dismissed him with a few words.

The ward door closed, leaving only Xie Qing and Huo Yunting inside.

"Tingting, you really kept it a secret."

Xie slightly raised her chin and said, word by word, "You've never told me you have a headache."

In fact, he had always known about this—after all, it was clearly mentioned in the original work.

They originally wanted to wait for Huo Yunting to confess in person, but in the end, they had to rely on an outsider to reveal it.

"Qingqing, I didn't mean to hide it from you."

Huo Yunting defended himself in a low voice, "I'm really all better now, so I didn't think it was necessary to tell you and make you worry."

It seems... that's really the case.

Xie Qing thought back carefully and realized that he had never seen the other person suffer from a headache. He had never been sick throughout the year and was as strong as an ox.

but--

"Is this a question of whether it's good or not? This is clearly a question of deception o(′^｀)o!"

Xie Qing rolled over and pinned Huo Yunting down on the bed, lying face down on his chest with her hands supporting her chin. "Tell me the truth, and I might consider not being angry."

Huo Yunting hesitated for a moment before beginning to explain.

After hearing everything, Xie Qing's lighthearted smile froze. She seemed to have been struck by the sudden truth, and even her breath caught in her throat for a moment.

He never imagined that Huo Yunting had been receiving psychological treatment since he was ten years old, which lasted until he was thirteen, and that his headaches were a sequela of forced hypnosis.

The air was deathly silent. Huo Yunting suddenly spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty, "Qingqing...you're not angry with me, are you?"

"Did you do this on purpose, Tingting?"

Xie Qing poked the other's firm chest, "You said these things on purpose so that I would feel sorry for you and not want to get angry with you?"

Under the light, Huo Yunting's eyes were unbelievably gentle. "Then... will it work?"

Xie Qing looked into his eyes and suddenly smiled.

"It works."

She stroked Huo Yunting's cheek with her fingertips, "Because I really feel sorry for you...that's the truth."