Got on the car.

Shen Wanci was just about to lower her head to look at her ankle when someone had already bent down and grasped her calf.

A strange scent of a man hung over him.

His long fingers gently pressed around her swollen ankle. Shen Wanci cried out in pain, instinctively wanting to retract her foot.

Lu Yanchi grabbed her tightly, looked up, and his gaze fell on Shen Wanci's brows that were furrowed in pain. There seemed to be a violent emotion surging in his eyes, but when he looked at her, it returned to normal: "Don't move."

The hoarse voice was low and gentle.

Lu Yanchi took off her shoes and held her foot, turning it left and right. "Does it hurt?"

Shen Wanci felt it carefully: "It's okay."

“No broken bones, but soft tissue bruising. Still need to take it easy,” Lu Yanchi thought of her bouncing gait just now, a few points of anger gathered in his chest, momentarily losing control of his volume: “At least one month no getting out of bed.”

Shen Wanci wanted to say something, but seeing her assistant who was focused on driving, she swallowed her words and retracted the foot that Lu Yanchi was holding: "Mr. Lu, thank you for your advice, but when I can get out of bed is up to the doctor."

Lu Yanchi frowned, his voice laced with a touch of grievance: "Taking some more time to recover will eventually get better. What if one doesn't heal properly and leaves after-effects, becoming crippled..."

"Cough..."

In the front row, the assistant heavily coughed, interrupting him. "Miss Shen, Mr. Lu cares about you and worries that you'll suffer in the future. The injury to your joints is serious; don't underestimate it. If it's not well-healed, you'll be in pain even on windy, rainy, or cloudy days."

Lu Yanchi gave him a approving glance and then shifted his gaze to Shen Wanci's stomach. He hadn't intended to say anything, but he couldn't help himself and added, "You're still pregnant. Don't jump around like that in the future."

Shen Wanci gave him a cold smile, her lips twitching sarcastically: "President Lu, you've overstepped your boundaries. This is my ex-husband's concern."

"I..." Lu Yanchi was so angry that he blurted out.

He only uttered a single word, and reason forced him to swallow it back down.

In this situation, Shen Wanci not recognizing him is the safest option. Ji Siyuan might use her to test him, but as long as they haven't completely torn their faces apart, he won't resort to extreme measures.

Although the Bo family is currently in a low period, they are not to be trifled with.

Shen Wanci saw that he didn't speak: "What's wrong with you?"

Lu Yanchi pursed his lips: "I'm just giving you some advice."

"Hmph."

Shen Wanci sneered and stopped paying attention to him, lowering her head and starting to watch videos.

The assistant, seeing the atmosphere in the back tense up, quickly chimed in: "Miss Shen, our CEO Mr. Lu is the type called a 'good husband material'. He's perfect for marriage. Although he looks cold on the outside, he's very caring and attentive. He takes care of everything big or small, and loves children very much. The Lu Corporation has donated to many orphanages, not just with money and goods, but Mr. Lu also volunteers there every month."

"Most importantly, if you ever encounter any danger, he'll definitely be at the front, protecting you behind him. He's far more reliable than those men who seem polite and gentle on the surface but only know how to talk the talk. Those types are clearly pampered at home, unable to carry anything or lift a finger. If you get hurt, don't even think about him carrying you to the hospital – he'd probably be exhausted after taking you down just one flight of stairs."

Wang Dahu felt that he was now just a boastful tool, even morality was thrown away.

"General Lu just rubbed your feet for you, I've grown so big, let alone a woman's foot, I haven't even touched a woman's ankle."

Shen Wanci glanced at Lu Yanchi, disdainfully scoffed, and said with her eyes: Don't think that because you let your assistant say this, I don't know it was you who taught them.

With an amiable and gentle demeanor, this description couldn't be more fitting for the radiant Dian Yu Cheng, could it?

Lu Yanchi proudly raised his chin: "Although he didn't say it nicely, it's the truth."

The car stopped at the entrance of the hospital. Shen Wanci pushed open the door and got out of the car. As soon as her foot touched the ground, a piercing pain shot through her ankle. Let alone walking, even just lightly tapping her toes sent a sharp jolt of pain.

She leaned against the car door, just about to ask her assistant to get a wheelchair from the front desk when Lu Yanchi walked around the front of the car. "I'll carry you," he said.

He finished speaking, then bent down halfway, reaching out with his hand to hug her.

"No need, just get me a wheelchair from the front desk," Shen Wanci hurriedly dodged his outstretched hand. Just now in the hallway, she heard Lu Yanchi say that his arm bone was fractured. If he let her get carried in, wouldn't it break again?

Lu Yanchi looked at his empty hand, pursed his lips.

Anxieties, frustrations, grievances...countless negative emotions surged up in my heart.

"Late porcelain?" Nie Yuchen's voice came from behind her, and before she could turn around, the man was already beside her. "How did you get hurt?"

Shen Wanci's ankle was so swollen that she didn't even need to bend over; it was obvious at a glance.

"I twisted my ankle."

Nie Yu Cheng turned his gaze to Lu Yan Chi, who was beside him with a face as if he were constipated, and exclaimed in surprise: “Mr. Lu, what are you doing here?”

Lu Yanchi's face was cold, his voice hard: "I brought Miss Shen to the hospital and just bumped into Shao Nie."

Nie Yu Cheng smiled and nodded. "Then thank you, I'll take care of Wan Ci. It's getting late now, Mr. Lu, you should go back and rest early."

He bent down and whispered to Shen Wanci, "Can you walk?"

Shen Wanci shifted her feet and shook her head. "I can't, you go to the front desk..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Nie Yucheng leaned down and scooped her up in his arms.

The movement was too sudden. Not only Shen Wanci, but everyone else didn't react in time. By the time they reacted, he had already walked out several steps with Shen Wanci in his arms.

Nie Yu Cheng: "I'll carry you in. I just asked the front desk, and there are no wheelchairs available right now."

Shen Wanci wanted to come down, but there was no wheelchair. By the time she moved to the clinic, the doctor probably had already left work.

She stiffened and leaned against Nie Yucheng's chest.

Lu Yanchi's gaze lingered on her back like a tangible presence, making her too afraid to turn and look at his face.

She was probably feeling a mix of being wronged and angry, after all, she had just rejected him and then turned around to let Nie YuCheng carry her in. With his simple emotional intelligence, he probably couldn't think of anything else, his mind was full of "she won't let me hug her," but she let Nie YuCheng hug her.

Nie Yucheng chuckled and said playfully, "Relax a little, or I'd think I was holding a rock instead of a person. If you thought of me as a male nurse or caregiver in a hospital, you wouldn't have any psychological burden."

Shen Wanci awkwardly tugged at the corner of her lips: "There shouldn't be nurses and caregivers that handsome."

Lu Yanchi, who was standing behind, listened to every word without missing a beat. He snorted dismissively, "Even if he's handsome, he's still a liability. When have you ever been injured and he showed up on time? A man this unreliable, if he didn't have a good-looking face, he wouldn't even be able to get a wife."