Chapter 138: Showing Affection Without Any Limits!

"Awooo, I'm so nervous for our first date!" Lin Zhiwei buried her small head in the pillow and whined.

Ling Ziheng couldn't help but chuckle. He hadn't expected that his little girl, who always loved to put on a tough front, could also get nervous.

"I have a perfect plan," Lin Zhiwei sat up abruptly, then grimaced and howled, "Ouch, ouch, ouch!" as she pulled at her wound.

Ling Ziheng hurried over to check on her. Fortunately, she hadn't torn the stitches. He shot her a glance, and the little girl immediately shrank back in a well-behaved manner. "I got too excited and completely forgot, hehe." She reached out to stroke his face and said righteously, "My darling is ridiculously handsome, absolutely no one else is allowed to see him!"

"Alright, I won't let anyone else see me." A gentle smile slowly spread across Ling Ziheng's lips, sweeping away the gloomy and oppressive mood from just moments ago, while he continued to peel an apple for her.

Lin Zhiwei leaned against him, greedily breathing in the faint, delicate scent of magnolia that clung to him, and muttered softly, "How did I get so lucky? My boyfriend is handsome, wealthy, and treats me so well. I must be dreaming!"

Ling Ziheng's hand peeling the apple paused for half a second before he said softly, "Weiwei, I am the lucky one." Meeting you was the brightest moment of my life, just like a beam of light instantly piercing through the dark and lonely abyss. Only in that moment did my originally frozen heart burst with vitality.

"Thinking about it now, it's such a shame. I injured my hand, which seriously ruins the quality of our date," Lin Zhiwei suddenly said with a look of pure grievance. "And it had to be my right hand! Damn it, how am I supposed to show off my prowess in front of my darling now? My stamina is obviously going to fall short!"

Uh... Ling Ziheng's mouth twitched slightly. Why did those words sound so ambiguous and loaded with hidden meaning?

"Ah, don't let your mind wander! I meant..." She had a special program planned. The moment she thought of saying that, it seemed to imply even more, so Lin Zhiwei immediately turned her head away in embarrassment, biting her lip with a hopeless expression.

Ling Ziheng smiled with fond indulgence and fed her a piece of apple. Lin Zhiwei bit down on half of it while remaining secretly annoyed with her own slip of the tongue.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her lips, and an intoxicating, subtle fragrance surrounded her. Ling Ziheng bit the other half of the apple and licked her lips, his husky and seductive voice murmuring right beside her ear, "It really is sweet."

Having been teased once again, Lin Zhiwei swallowed the whole piece of apple without chewing, a rush of crimson instantly blooming across her face.

"Weiwei, are you sure that once your hand heals, your stamina will be completely fine?" Ling Ziheng's large palm gently stroked her flushed little face, following up on the topic from earlier.

"..." Lin Zhiwei really wanted to bite off her tongue. It was she who had started this loose-talking game, and once again, she had fallen right back into this enchanting demon's spell.

"Ah, my eyes are blinded, my eyes are blinded... Do you two show off your affection with no limits at all? I've been standing at the door for ages, and absolutely no one cares about me." Nan Yu knocked on the door, rubbed his head, and complained with utter exasperation.

"We are standing right here showing off our affection properly, what the hell are you upset about?" Lin Zhiwei said unconcernedly.

"Damn it, little Lin, have a little conscience, will you?" Nan Yu was clearly annoyed to the extreme.

"How many times have you dumped me to go flirt with girls? Who was the one who heard I was coming to Huaguo and straight up deleted me last time?" Lin Zhiwei narrowed her eyes as she listed Nan Yu's past misdeeds.

"Uh..." Nan Yu scratched his head, knowing he was in the wrong. At the time, he thought she was losing her mind when she suddenly claimed she was going to Huaguo, which was why he had deleted her.

Ling Ziheng nonchalantly added a supportive pillow behind his little girl and instructed Pei Xi, "Order some desserts. Weiwei likes them!"

"Right away, Young Master." Pei Xi immediately sprang into action.

"Did you see that?" Lin Zhiwei pointed at the rapidly departing figure of Pei Xi and mocked Nan Yu, "Now *that* is what you call a qualified personal bodyguard."

"My little Xixi is the type who works without complaint and expects no reward, whereas I am the type who proves my true feelings in times of crisis, alright? If I leave, you'll probably miss me," Nan Yu leaned against the wall and curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Your little Xixi? Have you ever asked if he's willing to be yours?"

"I am dashing and debonair, why wouldn't he be?"

Seeing the two of them arguing with great enthusiasm, Ling Ziheng seized the opportunity to step away for a moment to find Hawkins.

"I'm going outside to take a call, and I'll send Yin Mier in on my way. She's been waiting in the hallway for a long time." Ling Ziheng patted the little girl's head and gave a slight nod to Nan Yu.

"Okay, okay." Hearing Yin Mier's name reminded Lin Zhiwei that she had been left hanging outside for ages.

Ling Ziheng used the excuse of taking a call to walk out to the corridor. After gesturing for Yin Mier to go inside, he walked over to the lounge at the corner of the hallway, where Dr. Hawkins was indeed already waiting.

"Mr. Ling, your little girl is truly extraordinary. I almost couldn't keep up the act, good thing you showed up," Hawkins said with a helpless shrug.

"Thank you for the trouble. Based on your experience, what is Weiwei's current condition?" Ling Ziheng motioned for Hawkins to sit down. Hawkins complied, pushing his laptop toward him and speaking with a hint of seriousness. "You also have some medical background, especially regarding the research on Mirage. You've even conducted continuous research on yourself in the past, so these data points should not be unfamiliar to you..."

Ling Ziheng stared at the rows of data and tables, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"I can confirm that Miss Lin has taken Mirage in the past, and in a very large dose—exceeding any case we have ever encountered. There are still traces of Mirage toxins remaining in her body. The stimulation from the toxins, combined with the loosening of her memories, is why she keeps fainting from time to time," Hawkins pointed at a set of data and stated firmly.

"However, the comforting news is that I also found some special antidote components targeting Mirage within her body. These medicines are unlike anything I have ever seen; it seems like... formulas belonging to some ancient families." Dr. Hawkins put on his glasses, pulled up magnified microscopic images, and pointed excitedly at the complex visuals.

"I suspect that whoever saved her must have treated her, which is why Miss Lin has been so healthy all these years. It is simply miraculous."

"As for the memory loss, I apologize as I am not an expert in that field, but I am certain it is the effect of those ancient medicines. When I did my rounds this morning, Miss Lin already showed symptoms of nightmares, which indicates that her memory gaps are loosening and she is slowly recovering her memories. However, I believe a full recovery will not happen overnight!"

Ling Ziheng's face was already masked in a chilling frost. "Then... will she lose her current memories?"

"I know you must be deeply concerned about this, but I'm sorry, no one can say for sure. Perhaps the person who treated her could provide an answer," Hawkins shrugged helplessly.

"Thank you, this information is extremely helpful to me." Ling Ziheng stood up and bowed in gratitude.

"Please don't be formal, Mr. Ling. This is my duty, and researching Mirage has also been my lifelong endeavor." Hawkins's serious expression brooks no doubt; the emergence of Mirage is a hazard to all of society, and such a drug must never be allowed to run rampant.

After Hawkins left, Ling Ziheng sat alone in the lounge, resting his chin in his hand. Pei Xi caught a glimpse of his master's silhouette, enveloped in an endless wave of bitterness, and stepped forward to comfort him. "Young Master, it must have been the Lord who saved Miss Weiwei. The Lord must still be searching for new methods all these years. Miss Weiwei will definitely get better, and her present memories won't just vanish!"

"As long as she is healthy, it doesn't matter even if she forgets everything about the present," Ling Ziheng murmured, his tired eyes lowered. "As long as she is healthy, what does it matter if I have to pursue her all over again..."