Chapter 22: The Real Zhuang Zhou

Zhuang Zhou’s legs gave way, and with Ye Song’s sudden pull, he fell straight into her arms. It felt as if he’d crashed into a soft bundle of cotton, a fresh fragrance enveloping him, accompanied by a tingling sensation. He realized that aside from being cold and aloof, Ye Song’s figure was unexpectedly exquisite.

Lost in this reverie, Zhuang Zhou sensed a pair of icy eyes fixed upon him. There was no need to guess—it was Ye Song’s gaze.

But he wasn’t about to squander such a prime opportunity; he tilted his head and pretended to faint right then and there.

“I’ll give you three seconds. If you don’t get off me, I promise you’ll regret it,” Ye Song said, her face darkening.

Zhuang Zhou felt something pressing against his chest. Looking down, he saw Ye Song gripping a gleaming shark knife, pointed directly at him.

“Damn!”

This woman!

He hurriedly stepped back, one hand on his forehead, feigning amnesia, and nervously touched his chest, exclaiming, “Huh, where am I? What happened? Officer Ye, what did you just do to me?”

If anyone exemplified the guilty accusing first, it was Zhuang Zhou.

Ye Song replied coldly, “Stop pretending. Don’t let me see you again, or you won’t get a cent of your consultation fee!”

“What?” Zhuang Zhou panicked. “In that case, I’ll disappear immediately!”

He bolted from the operating room, but after just a few steps, his body suddenly pitched forward, and he collapsed once more—right into Ye Song’s arms.

Ye Song genuinely wanted to kill this scoundrel,