Du Jie Kai paused slightly on the other end of the phone: "Is this Han Xi’s phone?"
Lu Jinghan glanced at Han Xi: "It’s Xiao Xi’s phone, but she’s not here. I’m her boyfriend. If you have something to say, you can tell me."
Han Xi looked at him in surprise, her face turning red again.
Just now, Lu Jinghan had heard every word of Han Xi and Li Manman’s conversation.
"Boyfriend?" Du Jie Kai repeated the three words with a questioning tone.
Wasn’t Han Xi supposed to be single at the moment?
How did a boyfriend suddenly appear?
Lu Jinghan rested his left hand on his leg, tapping his fingers on his pants: "Sir, what exactly do you want with my girlfriend?"
"Nothing, sorry about that." Du Jie Kai decisively hung up the phone.
Instantly, the air in the whole room seemed to solidify, leaving only the sound of their breathing. Han Xi was now not only blushing, but feeling hot all over.
"Doctor Han, can I invite you to lunch? You saved my life, and I haven’t properly thanked you." Lu Jinghan handed the phone to Han Xi.
Han Xi took the phone and stood up from the sofa: "No need, Mr. Lu, you’ve already given me so many supplements."
"If it weren’t for you, I might not be sitting here right now. I must treat you to a meal."
"No need, really no need." At this moment, Han Xi really felt too shy to have a meal with him.
Lu Jinghan glanced at his watch, stood up from the sofa with one hand in his pocket, and his deep, amorous eyes slightly raised: "Or maybe, considering the many times I’ve helped Doctor Han, shouldn’t you treat me to a meal?"
Han Xi really couldn’t refuse this, after all, he did repeatedly help her.
"Um... okay." Han Xi thought that refusing again would be a bit pretentious.
It was already time to get off work, Han Xi took off her white coat, grabbed her bag, and left the office with Lu Jinghan.
The two stood side by side waiting for the elevator, and Han Xi inexplicably felt a bit nervous and uneasy, rubbing her fingers back and forth by her sides.
The elevator doors opened on this floor, and the two walked in. Just as the doors were about to close, many people squeezed in, filling the once empty elevator.
Han Xi was pushed back a few steps, and Lu Jinghan frowned, pulling her behind him, his tall figure shielding Han Xi.
For some reason, Han Xi’s heartbeat quickened.
After exiting the elevator, Lu Jinghan smiled slightly at Han Xi: "Take my car."
They approached a black Maybach, and Lu Jinghan opened the passenger door for Han Xi, watched her sit in, then walked around to the driver’s seat, fastened his seatbelt, and drove away.
Han Xi didn’t speak the entire way, watching the rapidly receding street view outside the window until her eyes blurred. She closed them to rest for a while, feeling a bit tired from performing surgery all morning.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a villa. Lu Jinghan unbuckled his seatbelt and looked at the woman sleeping in the seat, his body involuntarily leaning forward, gradually nearing her, his long, defined fingers lightly touching Han Xi’s soft lips.
Sensing the cool touch, Han Xi opened her eyes. She hadn’t been sleeping deeply, and as she turned, her lips brushed against Lu Jinghan’s close-fitting thin ones, the gentle contact intertwining their breaths.
Suddenly, Han Xi’s blood boiled, making her face red and ears heat up. She moved back slightly to keep a distance from Lu Jinghan.