Feng Xianghui had never found Lu Yanting, Emperor Lu, standing before him, so unfamiliar. (Of course, they had never been close before either.)
Wasn't he the refined, aloof, mysterious heir to a top financial dynasty?!
How could he be this XX over a bed scene?! (XX stood for shameless.)
"Still unwilling?" Lu Yanting raised an eyebrow, looking down at him.
Feng Xianghui hardly dared say no. He could only nod. "I'm willing."
It wasn't that he was a coward. Mainly, Lu Yanting's gaze was too frightening, as though, if he didn't get the answer he wanted, he would throw Feng Xianghui back in front of the patient and personally teach the patient how to stab a director to death...
Someone passed by with his mouth glistening with grease and happened to see this scene. He froze, then smiled knowingly. "Oh my, are you two..."
"In the middle of a proposal?"
Lu Yanting turned around and saw Jian Ran's awkward expression. His own expression remained indifferent. "Director Feng was attacked by a patient just now. I saved him, and he wants to add a bed scene to repay me."
Feng Xianghui: "..." That was some fucking fabrication grounded in truth, without a single detail seeming out of place.
Jian Ran: "..." This guy still hasn't given up? But why drag me into it when you're the one who saved someone?!
Shortly after the commotion ended, the Hospital Director invited Feng Xianghui to his office.
The moment he entered, the cold raised goosebumps all over him. Puzzled, he asked, "Director, did you turn on the air conditioning?"
"No." The Hospital Director's voice was even colder, as though it had traveled over from the Ice Age. "Have a seat."
Feng Xianghui hugged his arms and sat on the sofa, speaking with a