Chapter Eighteen: Applying Medicine and Spilling Heartfelt Words

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Seeing that his kind reminder made her look at him as if he were a wolf, Li Yan spread his hands and smiled helplessly, "Come on, my gaze is quite pure, okay? If I were really lustful, I wouldn't remind you, but would take the opportunity to get close to you. I'm kindly reminding you now!"

"You speak as if you're experienced, yet still a wolf..." Yurong muttered another sentence, then stood up to leave the office.

Li Yan wanted to tease her by saying, 'I've seen everything, what's there to be surprised about?' but he held back, knowing that even as a joke, it would be hurtful. After all, she's his woman, and the more she cares and remains pure, the more he should cherish her, not hurt her.

He lowered his head to look at his computer, avoiding eye contact so as not to embarrass her, and reminded again, "Remember, pick up speed, don't be late for work. Today, other executives should arrive early, and you might have to call an emergency meeting as soon as you arrive. When everyone's morale is high, you, as the company leader, shouldn't be late!"

"Got it! When have I ever been late, unlike you?" Yurong retorted, grabbing her phone and running out.

The matter with Zhou Shiru has undergone major changes, not only turning danger into safety but also showing signs of a comeback, relieving her of her morning worries. Furthermore, from Li Yan's words, she learned he didn't use illegal means to intimidate Zhou Shiru, dispelling another layer of concern, leaving Yurong very relaxed.

Sprinting back to her bedroom, she noticed her cheeks felt a bit warm without knowing when, making her feel shy and a bit apprehensive. Would he think I'm hinting at something?

But regardless, now isn't the time to dwell on this matter; Li Yan made a good point. The company still has to face a public relations battle today and a serious internal leak to address. Yurong needs to arrive earlier and discuss with reliable people like Hai Fu. Lin Fenni, being the PR department director, holds considerable influence and hasn't shown any obvious problems. Just based on private evidence—obtained through illegal computer access—it's not easy to act against her.

…

While Yurong went to freshen up and change, Li Yan quickly took his computer back to his room and then immediately went to Yue Yao's room.

Yue Yao was already up and had finished freshening up. Although she doesn't need to go out for work every day, her routine still aligns with theirs, getting up on time for breakfast.

Yue Yao, still in her pajamas, was a bit surprised when she opened the door to see Li Yan, instinctively peeked outside, and whispered, "What are you doing here?"

At home, Yue Yao holds the identity of his wife's best friend, requiring them to maintain distance. Only when they're alone can they drop the pretense. With everyone getting up in the morning, they might be stumbled upon by Zhang Yurong anytime; hence, Li Yan had never visited the guest room to see her in the morning.

Li Yan signaled for her to come in before speaking, waiting until the door was closed to say, "I'm here to apply medicine for you."

"Apply medicine?" Yue Yao widened her eyes, "I can do it myself..."

Her wounds have now healed on the surface and still require continued application of medicine for a period. Internal injuries still require medication.

"I know you can do it yourself, but reaching back there can be quite difficult for you. Let me help you apply it once!"

"Oh…" Yue Yao softly agreed. She knew well enough that at this moment, Li Yan's visit wouldn't be caught by Yurong, but if delayed too long, it might happen. So with his intention clear, she didn't linger with words, readily agreeing.

Soon, Yue Yao brought over the medicine, walked to the bedside, turned her back to Li Yan, gently removed her pajamas, and lay down on the bed. During those days of grave injury in the hospital, Li Yan took considerable care of her. The situation was quite different back then, the excruciating pain from the gunshot overshadowing any thoughts.

However, the circumstances have changed now; despite the pain and the scabbing wounds, her condition isn't vastly different from her regular state. It's not a public place like a hospital but rather a private bedroom, with only the two of them present, which made her heart and body slightly tremble from letting her clothes off in front of Li Yan.

Li Yan didn't think much of it; after seeing Yue Yao settle comfortably, he picked up the medicine, inquired about its usage and amount, and then sat beside the bed to apply ointment on her scar as directed by Yue Yao's quiet reminders.

He focused entirely on applying the medicine, while Yue Yao, lying on the bed, closed her eyes, silently savoring this rare intimacy. Despite years of interaction and rapport between them, genuine moments of closeness have been scarce. The gunshot injury this time has mentally brought them much closer, making them realize each other's feelings beyond mere collaborative partners or best friends.

With eyes closed, Yue Yao's thoughts flew back in time, to when she often got hurt during training. Li Yan was strict during her training, but afterwards would help apply medication for her injuries. Though that period wasn't very long, as she was determined, braving hardships during training, and quickly ceased getting hurt. Later, Li Yan took on the title of "King," and she, less frequently engaging in frontline tasks, transitioned to strategic deployments, tactical research, planning, management, and so forth. In the name of "Queen," she became his deputy. Subsequently, King became "their" spiritual leader, appearing infrequently, whereas Queen took charge of the overall management of tasks big and small…

Recent experiences made Yue Yao somewhat nostalgic. She subconsciously wished her injuries were more severe, recovering slower, as current circumstances make his daily care possible — granting them a devoted time each day. Yet once healed, those days of keeping distance might return.

But she would never deliberately affect her recovery, since she's well aware that King still needs Queen to assist, and "their" organization relies on her management. She can't selfishly occupy his time indefinitely. Otherwise, it might eventually cause his displeasure! Since that could lead to emotional overspending, she avoids such depletion, favoring a slow and consistent approach!

Thus, what she can do is cherish each moment!

…

After finishing applying the medicine, Li Yan lowered his head to blow gently, aiding the quick drying of the medication. Upon close examination, the scar was not prominent, and the scab would soon shed, leaving not too noticeable a mark. Yet a scar would forever reside on Yue Yao's smooth, jade-like back!

"I thought by having you oversee 'them,' you'd avoid getting hurt on missions, yet for my sake, you got severely hurt..." Li Yan murmured, perhaps it's fate!

His words, though quiet, echoed thunderously, resonating deeply within Yue Yao's heart! Li Yan's casual lamentation made her heart restless.

Back when Li Yan designated her for internal management, theory analysis, planning, and deployment, Yue Yao felt slightly disappointed because she desired to showcase and prove herself during missions. She also felt quite upset, as it seemed to her that she fell short of Li Yan's expectations, leading him to chart another path for her.

Later, realizing that this path held significance for Li Yan, she dedicated all her energy to learning required knowledge, striving to meet his criteria, and assist him, eventually taking over and managing the organization completely. Over the years, she became accustomed to being his envisioned Queen, entirely handling affairs, enabling him to comfortably detach from leadership roles. The past disappointments and sadness became distant memories.

Yet now, listening to Li Yan's words, she suddenly realized that his intention back then wasn't because she better fit another course, nor due to her inability to meet his demands, let alone disappointment in her… His guiding her down another path was, in fact, for her safety, keeping her behind the scenes, avoiding mission hazards, injuries, or fatalities!

In that instant, Yue Yao felt an overwhelming urge to cry with joy.

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