"Chi Xian."
Ming Zheng also sensed Chi Xian's intention, lazily lifting her eyelids and casting a sidelong glance at him.
The beauty's eyes were languid, her starlike pupils brilliant.
As if containing a swirling vortex within.
Captivating the soul.
Chi Xian's long, slender eyelashes fluttered, and a docile, soft smile appeared on his face, a face that could topple cities.
"Zheng Bao."
He curved his deep, ink-dark eyes and smiled at Ming Zheng.
Ming Zheng raised the other hand, the one not entwined by him, and her slender finger tapped forcefully on Chi Xian's forehead.
"Enough is enough."
Her voice, a lazy, mature tone, carried a powerful presence.
With a hint of warning.
Chi Xian raised his gaze.
His eyes lingered on the finger pressed against his forehead, a finger as delicate as congealed fat and jade, making one want to bite it.
A faint ripple spread across his deep eyes.
Unaccountably adding a hint of danger.
That face, that expression, those eyes.
No matter how one looked at it, it seemed like he had walked out of a script for obsessive, yandere characters.
But his thin lips curled, and the words he uttered were still as soft and obedient as a little puppy: "...Okay."
Ming Zheng: "..."
This troublemaker... no, this clingy person, really knows how to play.
Ming Zheng withdrew her hand.
Then she looked up at Zhan He An, "I know what you want to say."
Zhan He An was still gaping, looking at the legendary aloof and abstinent, cold and ruthless Chi family head, whose aura of not wanting to be approached could be felt from three hundred meters away...
In front of Ming Zheng, he was so docile and obedient.
As expected of their Medicine Saint.
Not only was her medical skill superb.
She could even tame the dignified and godlike Chi family head!
Zhan He An's heart was filled with shock.
When he heard Ming Zheng speak.
He hadn't even snapped back to reality.
Until Ming Zheng continued, "My answer is still the same, I don't have time."
Zhan He An finally came back to his senses and quickly sat up straight, "Miss Ming Zheng, it's alright, you just need to put your name on the register for the Chinese Medicine Association! I will handle all other matters and will never trouble you!"
Their Chinese Medicine Association was highly promoted by Miss Ming Zheng herself.
Ming Zheng tilted her head slightly, her raven-wing-like eyelashes lifting, "You're doing quite well as the president, aren't you? Why do you insist on me being on the register?"
Zhan He An said with earnest seriousness, "Because, only Miss Ming Zheng is worthy of being the president of the Chinese Medicine Association!"
"I never considered myself the president of the Chinese Medicine Association, I am merely managing it on behalf of Miss Ming Zheng!"
He was indeed sincere.
And truly persistent.
Ming Zheng couldn't remember how many times Zhan He An had approached her about the position of president of the Chinese Medicine Association.
"President Zhan, as you can see, my life in Xiadu is chaotic, and my reputation isn't good either."
Zhan He An quickly replied, "That's fine, I know Miss Ming Zheng isn't that kind of person! If Miss Ming Zheng needs anything, the Chinese Medicine Association can also step forward to resolve the Ming family's matters for you."
He had witnessed the entire farce by the Ming family members just now.
And could roughly deduce the whole story.
"That's not necessary, the Ming family is finished." She wouldn't need other forces to resolve matters for her over one Ming family.
Moreover, if she did nothing now, the Ming family would self-destruct.
Zhan He An could tell that Ming Zheng's attitude was clearly softening.
Not like before, when she didn't even give him a chance to use his eloquent persuasion!
He suddenly seemed to recall something and quickly said, "Oh, right, Miss Ming Zheng, didn't you ask me to find a medicinal herb called Qian Yuan Grass before? I searched through ancient texts and traveled to many places, and finally found that herb.
"It's just that I couldn't contact you, so I kept it in the Chinese Medicine Association's warehouse."
Qian Yuan Grass?
Ming Zheng narrowed her starlike eyes.
Yes.
Before returning to the Ming family, she had mentioned to Zhan He An asking him to help find a herb.
Afterward, she returned to the Ming family.
And lost the opportunity to contact Zhan He An.
She didn't know if Zhan He An had eventually found Qian Yuan Grass, or if he had sent it to the Mo Sect.
At this moment, bringing it up again, Ming Zheng felt a moment of realization.
Qian Yuan Grass was what she had requested for her fourth senior brother.
Before their master picked him up, her fourth senior brother had suffered greatly and sustained many injuries, which had damaged his physical foundation, leading to his frail health and frequent illness.
If it weren't for his exceptional talent.
It was unlikely that her fourth senior brother would have been able to stay in the Mo Sect.
Let alone become a senior brother of the Mo Sect.
The sickly beautiful fourth senior brother, despite his frailty, his strength was still unmatched.
But, he was a frail beauty after all.
A slight exertion.
Could easily cause him to faint, or lie in bed for ten days to half a month.
And Qian Yuan Grass was the primary medicine to repair her fourth senior brother's body.
Not to mention completely healing the internal injuries left from his childhood, it could at least prevent her fourth senior brother from fainting at the slightest disagreement.
This herb was extremely difficult to find.
She hadn't expected Zhan He An to actually find it for her.
With this herb, Ming Zheng really felt a bit embarrassed to refuse Zhan He An.
Of course, if she truly didn't want to join the Chinese Medicine Association.
Zhan He An would definitely hand over Qian Yuan Grass.
However, she had always disliked owing favors.
Furthermore, with a president like Zhan He An, who had great compassion, she didn't mind joining the Chinese Medicine Association.
"Then, when are you free? I'll go with you to the Chinese Medicine Association to get Qian Yuan Grass." Ming Zheng's words also equated to accepting Zhan He An's request.
Zhan He An understood, and his eyes immediately lit up, completely unlike a man nearing fifty.
He was so excited that his eyes were practically glowing: "Good, good, good! Miss Ming Zheng, I am now..."
He wanted to say that he was free anytime and it was convenient now!
But the words on his lips.
Upon meeting the gaze that was cast towards him, like frost covering ice.
All got stuck in his throat.
That gaze, that aura, that sense of warning.
The taste was right!
This was the Chi family head he knew!
Zhan He An swallowed and tried to adjust the expression on his face, forcing a dry laugh, "Um... um, tomorrow..."
As he said the word "tomorrow," he specifically looked at Chi Xian's expression.
Seeing Chi Xian's face still cold.
He changed his mind, "Then the day after tomorrow..."
Chi Xian's expression remained unmoved.
Zhan He An: "..."
He understood.
"If Lord Chi doesn't mind, you can accompany Miss Ming Zheng. Whenever you are both free, contact me. I will await Miss Ming Zheng and Lord Chi's arrival at any time!"
See how understanding he was!
This understanding...
Made Ming Zheng's delicate brows furrow slightly.
She lowered her raven-wing-like eyelashes and cast a sidelong glance at the man beside her.
Chi Xian rested half of his face on one hand, his head tilted, his eyes filled with a deep, lingering smile, gazing at her without blinking.
His hair at the forehead was slightly disheveled.
His ink-dark eyes seemed to hold a tenderness that could squeeze out water.
His thin, rosy lips were still curved with a lingering smile.