"What’s going on?" the man’s guarded gaze fell on them.
Zhixi hadn’t had time to speak when Qian Feifei suddenly apologized with a mournful face, "I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, it really wasn’t on purpose!"
After she finished speaking, she turned to He Jingyao, her face flushed red and her eyes, unbeknownst to her, had welled up with tears, "President, this young lady insisted on waiting here for you and asked me to get her hot water, but she somehow didn’t catch it properly and the cup spilled..."
Upon hearing this, He Jingyao’s expression suddenly darkened. He threw the folder in his hands to a senior executive nearby and strode over.
Zhixi was still surprised by the female secretary’s quick change of expression, when suddenly she was lifted into the air, and by the time she realized what was happening, He Jingyao had already horizontally scooped her into his arms.
"Did it burn you?" he asked in a cold voice.
"No... not really," Zhixi stuttered.
He Jingyao pressed his lips together, gave her a glance without a word, then carried her with large strides into the office, leaving behind a stunned Qian Feifei and a suddenly pale Adam!
"Assistant..." Sun Feifei spoke in a pitiable tone, but Adam just coldly glanced at her, then quickly followed inside.
Fortunately, the office was equipped with a first aid kit. By the time He Jingyao placed Zhixi on the couch, Adam had already brought over the burn ointment.
The ointment in hand, He Jingyao asked in a deep voice, "Where did it burn you?"
Zhixi extended her right hand for him to see. The redness on the back of her hand caused He Jingyao’s pupils to shrink sharply, and his face immediately was clouded with an ominous shadow that sent a shiver of fear through Zhixi.
"Ice!" he ordered coldly.
Adam, who was prepared, immediately brought over the ice.
As He Jingyao applied the ice to the back of her hand to cool it down, Zhixi couldn’t help but moan quietly. The man coldly glanced at her, and she quickly bit her lip, daring not to make another sound.
However, his movements became even gentler, applying the ice to her hand for a long time. Fortunately, the water wasn’t scalding hot so although it reddened her skin, it didn’t blister.
"It’s okay now..." Zhixi timidly spoke up. Chapters first released on noveⅼfire.net
Only then did the man apply the burn cream to her and looked at her again, "What about your body? Did it burn you there?"
"No, no!" She shook her head vigorously, "I was wearing clothes. Just my coat got splashed and it’s dry now."
After saying this, she went to lift her coat with her recently medicated right hand, but the man quickly caught her wrist, "Don’t move!"
She had no choice but to obediently rest her hand on the armrest without stirring further.
The man checked her coat to make sure the hot water hadn’t soaked through to the inside before he stopped.
His expression was still very grim.
"Jingyao, don’t be mad... I was just bored at home and came to see you," Zhixi said softly.
"Since you came, why didn’t you call me, hmm?" he asked in a grave voice.
Zhixi subconsciously glanced at Adam next to her and hesitated, "Er..."
"President, it’s my fault. I told the Young Mistress you were in a meeting and shouldn’t be disturbed by phone calls," Adam’s voice was hoarse with seriousness.
During the time He Jingyao had been applying ice and medicine to Zhixi, he had come to a realization... the person before him wasn’t just like the Young Mistress, she was the Young Mistress!
No matter why she had seemingly come back from the dead, how her appearance and voice had slightly changed, there was no doubt she was the Young Mistress... The way these two interacted and looked at each other led Adam to swiftly confirm this.