Chapter 927: Chapter 907: The Day Without Clap Will Die
Back at Disheng, Jiayi was still deep in thought.
She unbuckled her seatbelt, got out of the car, and entered the villa. Suddenly, a pair of long arms reached around her from behind, wrapping around her waist and pulling her backward.
Her feet left the ground. With a startled "Ah," she fell into someone’s burning embrace.
"You scared me!" She didn’t need to turn around to know who it was and scolded him lightly.
"What guilty deed did you do?" He leaned forward from behind her, biting her delicate earlobe and gently licking and nibbling it, savoring the way the little woman melted bit by bit in his arms.
She still remembered how he’d teased her over the phone earlier. Annoyed, she struggled a little.
He tightened his grip around her from behind, shamelessly pretending not to know: "What is it?"
"You tell me!" she huffed angrily.
He curled his chiseled, thin lips into a smirk. "Do you have to be so petty?"
Petty? Did he just call her petty?
Making her, in front of so many employees, coquettishly call him "husband" and even kiss him over the phone—
What kind of person does that?
And they weren’t even married at this point!
What would his subordinates think of her? They’d probably laughed themselves to tears!
Jiayi’s face flushed red: "I don’t care. You need to fix this!"
He tightened his hold, trapping her even more firmly. "Alright, just come to the office a few more times. Once you’re familiar with them, you won’t feel embarrassed anymore."
Everyone knew she was the Boss’s woman—who would dare laugh at her? This little woman was just thin-skinned.
This was his solution?
Jiayi fumed, "Go to your office? I’m never going there again! I swear, if I ever go to your office again, may you step in dog poop the minute you walk out the door!"
"What’s the point of swearing on me?" His face fell.
Of course! Why would she swear on herself? She wasn’t that stupid.
While she was thinking this, he scooped her up and strode toward the stairs.
"What are you doing?" The issue wasn’t settled yet—
"Did you forget what you promised me over the phone? Did you think I came home so early just for nothing?"
"...Mr. Huo, don’t you think your subordinates would laugh at you for leaving work early to come home and do this?"
"Who would dare laugh at me? Are they in that much of a hurry to reincarnate?"
"I’ve been out all day; I’m so tired... Can we do it tomorrow?" She softened her tone, trying a different approach.
His stride faltered.
She thought he was finally letting her off the hook, but then she saw his blazing eyes lock onto hers, and he firmly said, "No."
"Why not?"
"Do you not know what day it is today?"
Jiayi muttered, "What day? Is it ’Die-If-We-Don’t-Have-Sex Day’ or something?"
"It’s your ovulation day. Today is a good day to conceive."
She hadn’t expected him to remember her ovulation schedule and suddenly recalled how, lately, he’d been frequently circling dates in the little calendar in their bedroom.
So that’s what he’d been calculating—her menstrual cycle and ovulation!
Before she could react, he already tossed her onto the gigantic king-sized bed in the bedroom.
He grabbed a pillow and placed it under her lower back—this position was more conducive to success.
Under a flood of searing kisses, all the words she wanted to say were drowned out.
She panted breathlessly, nearly drowning in his arms.
"Baby, lift a little higher."
"The position needs to be better for conception."
He even sternly reminded her every now and then.
Before he could fully proceed, she finally managed to gather the fragments of her mind he had scattered with kisses. Gasping, she pushed him away:
"Wait, wait... I really have something serious to say! Don’t you want to know why I went to see Little Doubao today?"
The man, clearly driven by lust, raised his flushed, handsome face, visibly displeased: "Chu Jiayi, are you seriously bringing up Little Doubao at a time like this?"
"It’s about Su Yan seeing a psychologist," she said directly.
The blazing fire in him seemed to be doused with cold water. He raised his tall, imposing frame and looked at her skeptically: "What’s going on?"
Seeing that he’d calmed down, Jiayi sat up, grabbed a throw pillow to hug, and explained everything to him, sparing no detail. At the end, she added, "I think we might be able to use this to expose what Su Yan has done."
"What’s your plan?" He glanced at her.
She scooted closer and shared her idea with him.
...
By the time evening approached, a stately and solemn black Bentley pulled up outside An Haokang’s clinic building.
"Are you sure you don’t want me to go with you to see Dr. An?" Huo Zhenyang’s deep eyes settled on her.
"No need. If you step in, it’ll look like we’re pressuring Dr. An. Let me handle it. I believe he’ll agree." Jiayi took a deep breath.
Given Huo Zhenyang’s status and influence, if he were to drop a hint, Dr. An would likely comply.
But Dr. An had been treating her for so long. She didn’t want him to feel cornered by undue pressure; it was better for her to handle this herself.
Seeing he had no objections, Jiayi opened the car door and walked into the building.
...
After a busy day, An Haokang clocked out and left the clinic.
Just as he stepped out of the elevator, he saw a familiar figure rising from a lobby sofa. It seemed she’d been waiting for him to finish work.
"Miss Chu?" An Haokang was startled and walked over. "Wasn’t today’s session over already? Why are you here again—do you need anything else?"
Jiayi held her breath. "I have a favor to ask, Dr. An."
Noticing her serious expression, An Haokang led her to a corner of the lobby where they both sat on a sofa.
Jiayi explained her reasons for coming.
As expected, after his initial shock, An Haokang looked pained and declined politely: "I can agree to any other request, but for this—please understand, as a doctor, doing this would violate medical ethics."
His refusal had been within Jiayi’s expectations. She looked at him silently. "Medical ethics are indeed important, but do you think they’re more important than the law, Dr. An?"
An Haokang studied her intently.
"If you help me, you’re violating medical ethics. But she—she’s broken the law. She has two deaths on her hands, and I’ve been labeled a suspect because of her. All the evidence and witnesses I had to prove her guilt are gone. This is the only option left. Dr. An, you’re a globally renowned psychiatrist—if not you, who else can I turn to?"
Jiayi’s voice was sincere, her almond-shaped eyes grave as she fixed her gaze on the young doctor before her, gripping the soft cushion in her damp palms.
After a long silence, An Haokang finally blinked and said, "Alright."
Jiayi jumped up in delight and bowed deeply. "Thank you, Dr. An!"
Amused by her reaction, An Haokang chuckled. "That’s not necessary. You’re right—when it comes to a human life, things like medical ethics and professional codes are meaningless. Besides, we’ve known each other for a while. Helping clear your name is something I ought to do."
They discussed the follow-up arrangements and noticed that the sky had darkened.
An Haokang left first. Watching his retreating silhouette, Jiayi exhaled deeply before stepping out of the building and getting into the car.
No need to ask—Huo Zhenyang could already guess the outcome. "Dr. An agreed?"
