Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Trousers Came Off

Lu Hao nodded. "I'm here, Miss Shang. How is your recovery?"

At that moment, Lu Hao walked over to Miss Shang with a casual air, and discreetly inhaled the scent surrounding Shang Yunjie. He was employing the diagnostic technique of 'listening and smelling' from the ancient Qinglong medical tradition, analyzing her physical condition.

Yet, to Shang Yunjie, this action held a peculiar significance. After all, a man entering a lady's boudoir and sniffing around seemed rather intrusive. A blush immediately bloomed across her snow-white cheeks.

"What are you sniffing?" she asked, casting a puzzled glance at Lu Hao. She seized the opportunity to shoot a furtive look at Long Gui, hinting for her to leave the room swiftly.

Long Gui caught the signal and quickly exited.

Lu Hao then studied Shang Yunjie's face closely, paying particular attention to the space between her brows and her lips, using these features to further assess her health.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" Shang Yunjie grew embarrassed, lowering her head.

"I'm not staring," Lu Hao replied, rubbing his nose. "I just need to diagnose..."

"Do you think I'm beautiful?" Shang Yunjie suddenly posed a question that caught Lu Hao off guard.

He hadn’t expected such a query, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond.

"Miss Shang, you jest. A lady like you is considered a top beauty anywhere," Lu Hao answered, choosing a polite reply.

She slowly picked up an apple from the table and began to peel it. "I heard that last time, when you performed surgery on me..."

"You undressed me completely—is that true?"

"Which part of my body do you think is the most beautiful?"

Lu Hao was startled by her words. Was she here to hold him accountable?

Suddenly, Shang Yunjie lifted the hem of her pink pajama pants.

A slender, fair jade-like leg was revealed before Lu Hao, flawless save for a few fading scars. With her family's resources, she had access to the finest medicines for recovery.

Next, she made an even bolder move, slipping her pajama top off her shoulder, transforming her conservative sleepwear into a sensual camisole dress.

Her eyes glimmered with allure, as if extending a mysterious invitation to Lu Hao.

Just then, Shang Yunjie spoke again: "Brother Lu, which part of me do you think looks best?"

Lu Hao blurted out, "Your legs."

No sooner had he spoken than he regretted it. This woman was like a siren, coaxing confessions out of him. Now, even if he claimed not to have looked, his words betrayed him.

"Oh..." Shang Yunjie drew out the syllable, her eyes dancing with cunning, reminiscent of a mischievous fox. She rolled over, hands reaching behind her head to tie up her hair.

"Doctor Lu, could you come here and help me fasten my pajama buttons? I can't manage it alone."

Lu Hao’s expression changed instantly. "Miss Shang, that might not be appropriate..."

"Perhaps Miss Long Gui should assist you instead?"

"Come on, please," Miss Shang shook her head, adopting a coquettish pose.

Luckily, no one from the Shang Corporation saw this scene, or they would have been utterly shocked. Within the company, Shang Yunjie was known as a decisive, domineering CEO—the sort who fired people without hesitation. To Zheng and Long Gui, she was the epitome of power and authority; how could she ever show such softness?

Reluctantly, Lu Hao stepped forward and helped pull up the zipper on her back, his hand inevitably brushing against her smooth, jade-like skin. The icy silk sensation sent a jolt through him.

Just then, Shang Yunjie turned to face him, scrutinizing his expression.

"Doctor Lu, why are you blushing? Are you feeling unwell? I recall the air conditioning is on, so it shouldn't be hot."

Her sly eyes fixed on Lu Hao, a playful smile curling her lips.

Lu Hao feigned wiping sweat from his brow. "I'm fine."

Yet, he couldn't shake the sense of ambiguity in the air.

"It's done, Miss Shang."

"Mm-hmm," Miss Shang replied, sitting obediently in her seat.

"Miss Shang, please take off your pants now, I need to..." Lu Hao blurted out unexpectedly.

"What? Isn't this progressing a bit too quickly? I..." Miss Shang, for once, did not slap him, but shyly lowered her head.

Lu Hao, seeing her embarrassment, felt awkward himself. A slip of the tongue—thank goodness Long Gui wasn't present, or she might have chopped him with her Tang sword.

"Miss Shang, I think you misunderstood me." Lu Hao cleared his throat and hastily explained. "I meant to ask you to expose the wound on your leg, so I can check how it's healing—especially the area stitched with pigskin last time. I need to remove it for you."

Shang Yunjie smiled. "So that's what you meant. I thought Doctor Lu's animal instincts were awakening, ready to prey on a delicate woman like me."

Lu Hao inwardly scoffed. Delicate woman? She conducts business by helicopter or speeding car, and her bodyguard Long Gui carries a blade at all times. Shang Yunjie herself might be a hidden expert—anyone who dared harm her would be asking for trouble.

"Miss Shang, you jest. I'm a serious doctor; I now have my own clinic. I hope you respect my professional ethics."

Shang Yunjie paused, then laughed. "I didn’t expect you to be so humorous, Mr. Lu."

With that, she boldly began to remove her pajama pants before Lu Hao.