Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Treatment

"Zhang Jie, you live here?"

Ye Huan was greatly surprised. The building in front was likely an employee housing block from the 1980s, looking very old and full of historical charm.

While the base salary at Tianyun International wasn’t high, the commission rate was quite good, reaching up to five percent. Senior employees could easily earn over ten thousand a month. With Zhang Huimin’s financial capability, renting in a better community shouldn’t be a problem.

Why would she live here?

"Yes, on the third floor." Zhang Huimin blushed slightly.

It was the first time she was carried by a man, and her heart was pounding rapidly.

After reaching the third floor and opening the door, Ye Huan glanced around.

The home decor was extremely outdated, with a bulky television relying on transistors, dating back more than ten years, and even the incandescent light flickered under a thick layer of dust. Still, it looked very tidy, clearly regularly maintained.

"You... you can put me down now..." Zhang Huimin said shyly.

"Be careful then."

"Okay."

Zhang Huimin blushed and nodded. After getting down from Ye Huan’s back, she opened the shoe cabinet and bent over to take out a pair of men’s slippers.

But just as she was about to speak, she let out a scream as sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her legs to buckle, pitching her forward.

Seeing this, Ye Huan swiftly caught her and without a second thought, placed her on the sofa. Removing her high heels, he held her feet.

"Xiao Ye, what are you doing..." Zhang Huimin said through gritted teeth, her face flushed with embarrassment.

A woman’s feet are practically her third hidden feature, and having them cradled by a man like this was utterly embarrassing for her.

"Zhang Jie, your ankle is already swollen, the bone might be slightly dislocated, and it needs immediate attention," Ye Huan said earnestly.

"But it’s so late; how can it be treated? You... you should let go of my foot first," Zhang Huimin spoke weakly.

"I’ll handle it."

"You will?"

Zhang Huimin didn’t get it and was about to ask, then suddenly let out a scream, covering her face with a throw pillow.

Her face behind the pillow was so red it seemed it might drip blood.

Despite being in her thirties, her foot was being cradled and massaged by a young man?

This is outrageous!

touch each other like this, stop now!" Zhang Huimin

said, "Zhang Jie, we aren’t touching directly; there’s a layer of fabric in between, isn’t

clad

a

this really count

"But... but..."

If it’s not handled now, you might end up bedridden for half a month." Ye Huan spoke seriously,

extremely nervous, especially

after a few seconds, she noticed the pain in her feet began to ease with Ye Huan’s massage technique, and even a cooling sensation started to

...

"Snap... snap!"

of

the misaligned bone is corrected, and the swelling has subsided significantly. Try walking normally now." Ye Huan took a deep breath and concluded the arduous foot

Huimin lowered the pillow, nodded, and took a couple of steps on the ground, exclaiming,

Jie, you need to be cautious. Even though the swelling hasn’t fully subsided, absolutely refrain from wearing high heels and minimize walking as much as possible,"

"Huh? You’re leaving?"

left her mouth, Zhang Huimin hurriedly covered her mouth, her

expression was notably awkward, recognizing how her words could be

"I... what I meant to say is, it’s so late, why don’t you... you stay over for

Zhang Jie, with men and women avoiding close contact?" Ye Huan’s resolute look almost made Zhang Huimin faint

to sleep together!" Zhang Huimin exclaimed, her face flushed, "You can sleep in the bedroom, and I’ll

I’ll still take the sofa." Ye

but considering the societal implications of an unaccompanied

the woman offered, it shouldn’t

on, who would choose to sleep under

not, I’ll

finish, Ye Huan interrupted, "Zhang Jie, if you keep saying that, I’ll leave. I love sleeping on sofas the most,

love sleeping on

Huimin was thoroughly

involved with Wang Biao?" Ye Huan quickly shifted the topic, avoiding

"Wang Biao?"

said helplessly: "I owe him money, and he often comes to collect

employee at Tianyun. You seem to lead a modest life

her face laced

atmosphere was incredibly

breaking the silence: "Xiao Ye, don’t laugh, but actually, the money... wasn’t borrowed by

you, then

on the night we got married, my husband went clubbing with his group of rowdy friends and ended up getting hit by a

mouth

wedding night and then getting hit

That’s definitely divine retribution!

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