Hello There, Prideful Chairman - Chapter 60

Chapter 60: Miss Su, It’s a Slash

The silk scarf was tied into a tight knot.

Beiming Shaoxi yanked at it for a while and took a whiff of a feminine scent that was growing stronger and stronger.

Ji Anan’s doe eyes suddenly flew open. “Nancheng… What are you doing…?”

Nancheng? That name again.

Beiming Shaoxi’s pupils dilated, but before he even had a chance to expel his rage, Ji Anan’s facial expression suddenly changed drastically. “Beiming Shaoxi, how dare you sneak up on me while I’m asleep? Kiss my feet!”

Ji Anan lifted up her leg to give him a kick, and it landed right on his head.

His head had already been aching, and this kick was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

Ji Anan watched him collapse before her eyes, his body falling heavily on hers.

“So heavy…” She was nearly squashed flat. “It hurts!”

“…”

“Beiming Shaoxi, get off of me!”

His flaming hot body still crushed hers without moving a single inch.

Ji Anan put her hand to his forehead and touched it tentatively. It was scorching!

“How can you still think about harassing me when you’re so sick? What a lovesick pig head.” Ji Anan struggled to crawl out from under his heavy body.

She was secretly a little thrilled that Beiming Shaoxi had passed out, because now she had the bed all to herself!

Ji Anan laid down flat on the huge soft bed and rolled around happily. Then, she suddenly sat up and stared at the unconscious man on the sofa.

Would it really be alright for her to leave him on his own?

He had a head injury that hadn’t been treated yet, and he was caught in the rain with a fever… What if this was life-threatening?

At this time, all the Beiming family’s maids were resting, not to mention the fact that she didn’t even know which floor the maids lived on, so where would she even go to look for them?

Ji Anan really despised herself for having an overly compassionate heart that made her unable to simply leave him to die…

She had caused his wound, so she had to take some responsibility for it.

Ji Anan turned the room inside out as she searched for the first aid kit, then she walked back to Beiming Shaoxi’s side.

As she yawned, she used a tweezer to carefully lift away his hair so she could see where his wound was situated.

The clotted blood matted his hair together into clumps, meaning she couldn’t discern the exact location of the wound.

She grew impatient and decided to apply the antiseptic over a large area, then tie the bandage around the whole thing.

She poured the entire bottle of antiseptic over his head, and the ointment was applied everywhere.

After applying layer after layer of bandages around Beiming Shaoxi’s head, his head looked like a white radish.

He looked like a mummy who had just returned from the battlefield. His entire head, including his chin, was heavily wrapped in layers of bandages.

His nose was well-defined, while long and voluminous lashes stemmed from his deep-set eyes.

Ji Anan took out two anti-inflammatory pills and popped them in his mouth.

His pursed lips were curved attractively.

Since he was unconscious and therefore couldn’t swallow the pills, they melted in his mouth.

“Beiming Shaoxi, you really do your looks no justice.”

Ji Anan reorganized the first aid kit, then rubbed her sore neck and discovered that her silk scarf had been somewhat unfastened…

…

The morning sun was warm and shone brightly.

The sun created complex shadows on the windows and spilled onto Ji Anan’s face.

She was sound asleep in the rocking chair by the window.

Her eyes were shut, and her dark curled lashes gave off an air of tranquil serenity.

The shadow of a hand fell over her and was about to take off her glasses when she turned her face away and said, “If you kiss my foot one more time, you’ll spend another day in a coma.”

“…”

Ji Anan opened her eyes. “The medication is on the coffee table. Take two more pills after you’re fully up.”

She bent over in the rocking chair and was about to stand up when a strong masculine hand grabbed her firmly by the wrist.

Beiming Shaoxi stared fixedly at the silk scarf on her wrist. “You’ve been injured.”

“I accidentally burnt myself—”

“Miss Su, it’s a slash.”