Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

He did not feel any fondness for her whatsoever.

In fact, all the people who followed CEO Bai's side did not have any positive feelings for her.

However, considering that she looked down even on CEO Bai, he was rather surprised that she looked up to a doctor like him. “It's been a while, Miss Fang. It seems like you've lost some weight.”

He shouldered many different responsibilities. One of them included being CEO Bai's private doctor. Thus, he had naturally met Fang Xinxin before.

“I merely had some success with my diet.” Fang Xinxin smiled politely.

s.h.i.+ Qian did not pay her any attention post that. He scanned the icy-cold Bai Qinghao and immediately changed his indifferent att.i.tude for an expressive one. “CEO, you appear completely fine on the surface. Are you suffering from any hidden diseases?”

“Are you looking for death?” Bai Qinghao's gaze was as sharp as knives.

s.h.i.+ Qian immediately became obedient. “I would never dare. May I know why you called me here?”

“Her hand is injured. Treat the wound.” Bai Qinghao glanced at Fang Xinxin with heartache.

Fang Xinxin finally understood the reason for his presence. It turned out that Bai Qinghao had called s.h.i.+ Qian over because he was still concerned about her injury. He wanted her to receive treatment from a professional doctor.

Her idol was so thoughtful!

s.h.i.+ Qian approached Fang Xinxin and carelessly glanced at her hand. “Hasn't it been bandaged? It'll be fine.” It would be fine even if this woman died.

Bai Qinghao was dissatisfied with his perfunctory att.i.tude. He snapped heavily. “Check carefully!”

“Yes, sir.” s.h.i.+ Qian was about to grab Fang Xinxin's hand when Bai Qinghao frowned. “Put on a pair of gloves!”

s.h.i.+ Qian found this troublesome. “This subordinate does not have mysophobia. There shouldn't be any need for it, right?”

“I don't like other men touching my women,” there was a hint of warmth in his demanding tone.

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“…” s.h.i.+ Qian reb.u.t.ted in his heart. It turns out that the Great CEO is jealous!

You're the only one who treasures Fang Xinxin, this ugly trash. Even if she has lost weight, isn't she just as ugly as ever?

Aside from Fang Xinxin, no one else had been reborn. Thus, even s.h.i.+ Qian did not know of her actual looks hidden under the scabs.

He helplessly brought out a pair of white gloves meant for medical purposes. He lifted Fang Xinxin's right hand and scanned it carefully. “Although the wound is long, it's not very deep. The medicine was applied in time. As long as the wound doesn't come into contact with water or dirt, it'll be fine in a few days.”

In the past, he had met Fang Xinxin a few times in the Yu Ting Villa. He recalled that back then, she was as dark and fat as a black pig.

As a professional doctor, he suspected she had taken weight-gain drugs.

She could have consumed it by accident, or someone else could have drugged her. However, he could not be bothered to interfere with her matters and hence never pointed it out.

In fact, he stood on the same side as Liu Li. He similarly felt that when this woman stood next to their CEO, she was disgracing their n.o.ble and outstanding CEO.

He did not expect Fang Xinxin to lose weight. Even her skin was fairer now…

He noticed that her figure was truly slender and exquisite. Her skin also appeared fair and delicate to the point where it seemed like it would tear easily.

Furthermore, as he held her hand in his palm, he noticed that it was extremely small. Her fingers were thin and long. This was exactly how he expected the hands of a wealthy family's daughter to appear. They were extremely suited for playing instruments like the piano…

This was his first time becoming dazed from the sight of a woman's hands.

“Cough!” Bai Qinghao coughed loudly in unhappiness. He narrowed his eyes. “Have you seen enough?”

s.h.i.+ Qian immediately returned to himself. “I've checked carefully. Miss Fang is really fine.”

Bai Qinghao finally relaxed. He coldly and heavily announced. “You can scram now!”

“No way, CEO. This subordinate rushed over so urgently. I haven't even eaten…” s.h.i.+ Qian took in the table of dishes and the bottle of 1982 Chateau Lafite Rothschild wine. “May I know if this subordinate could have the honor of staying back to dine with you?”