Chapter 149: What More Do You Want from Me?

Watching Wang Zhiye trembling in the corner, shivering, Li Xian frowned.

Could it be that he had behaved improperly somewhere? Why was this girl so nervous?

He paused, trying to smile more gently, "I have a question for you."

Seeing Li Xian's smile becoming more and more "lecherous," Wang Zhiye couldn't help but retreat further, "What question?"

Li Xian was actually quite embarrassed to ask, but he wasn't familiar with the female employees at Xinbei Company. Moreover, the question he wanted to ask was quite private. If it spread and caused a negative impact, it would be bad.

After some thought, he made up his mind, "How do you usually deal with your menstruation, and what do you use?"

Wang Zhiye was stunned.

She carefully scrutinized Li Xian from head to toe and then from toe to head.

Then, in a thunderous rage, she grabbed the warm kettle from the windowsill and threw it directly at him!

Li Xian, head down waiting for an answer, suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead, and then his entire face felt a burning sensation!

Inside that kettle was hot water poured in just this morning. Although the kettle's insulation wasn't great in this era, after only six or seven hours, the water inside was still hot enough.

Li Xian felt as if he had been thrown into a boiling pot like a frog. His clothes were completely soaked, and the high-temperature wool sweater clung tightly to his body, feeling like a large iron pressing against his skin.

"You pervert! Freak!"

In his ear, there was Wang Zhiye's angry scolding.

...

City Hospital.

In front of the dermatology clinic, the nurses were chatting and laughing heartily. One of them said something about "the Dragon Boat Festival has passed," "cooked pig head," and other miscellaneous things, carrying two tubes of burn ointment to the ward.

Seeing the young man lying on the bed with bare shoulders and covered with a large blanket... person, covering his mouth and throwing the burn ointment on the bed.

"Luckily, the kettle lid wasn't closed tightly, so the water wasn't too hot. Otherwise, it could have disfigured you. Nothing serious, ah. If you feel like staying here to observe tonight, go ahead. If you don't feel like it, go back. Take antibiotics for another day, use burn ointment for a few days, and once the skin peels off, everything will be fine."

The person lying on the bed was Li Xian.

By now, his face was completely red, resembling a crab that had been boiled. Facing the nurse's advice, he did not respond, just staring blankly at the hospital's white ceiling.

Beside him, Wang Zhiye, with her head down, hesitated and picked up the burn ointment on the bed, nodding to the nurse, "Okay, thank you."

As the nurse stifled a laugh and left, Wang Zhiye awkwardly poked Li Xian on the bed with her finger.

"Hey, I'm going to apply the medicine."

There was silence in response.

Wang Zhiye bit her lip, squeezed out the burn ointment onto her hand, and applied it to him. The ointment was green and seemed to contain menthol, cooling.

As she gently spread it on Li Xian's face, it felt like spreading mustard on a crab shell.

Carefully and evenly applying it to the crab-like face, Wang Zhiye felt she should say something, "You... if you wanted to ask about that... just say it. I thought you were talking about something else..."

"What else did you think it was?!"

Unexpectedly, after asking this, the crab on the bed became angry.

"Damn it, my grandfather said I couldn't get close to water this year, so I couldn't even go to the bathhouse. The basin for bathing at home was already installed for me to change to a shower. I even avoid road signs with water symbols on the streets. What more do you want from me? Huh? What more do you want! Lao Zhang! Tomorrow, find someone to remove the kettle, teacups, flower pots, and trophies from my office!"

Li Xian's sudden rage frightened Wang Zhiye, who quickly stood upright.

On the other side of the bed, Zhang Dagong scratched the back of his head, "General Manager, there's no water in the flower pots and trophies..."

"Metal gives rise to water, water gives rise to earth, don't you know?!"

Facing Li Xian's theory of the Five Elements, Zhang Dagong nodded quickly, "Okay, General Manager, I'll arrange it tomorrow."

...

Although Li Xian's burns looked scary, they weren't actually very serious. Luckily, when he poured hot water for Liu Weihan yesterday, he forgot to put the lid on, so the water cooled down a bit—it only turned his face and neck red.

But this incident had scared Li Xian greatly and also managed to ruin his good appearance in the short term.

Just entering March, the wind outside had already picked up. Worried about Li Xian catching a cold, Zhang Dagong volunteered to take care of company matters and let Li Xian rest at home for two days.

With Li Xian absent from the company, Wang Zhiye and the people from the Bureau of Commerce were in trouble.

Now, the whole company knew that their own general manager had nearly been boiled by a girl from the Forestry Bureau. Facing the members of the Bureau of Commerce who had come to conduct a survey, they immediately became hostile.

You see, the factory's current good performance was all thanks to their general manager's efforts!

If something happened to the general manager, what would the company do in the future?

This sense of post-event anxiety turned into resentment towards all members of the Bureau of Commerce.

The Finance Department, already annoyed by these outsiders, directly sealed up the accounts they had brought out. The cafeteria, which normally supplied lunch, became even more strict; when they saw the people from the Bureau of Commerce coming, Master Jiang Yu, also known as Old Jiang, added phlegm to their food right in front of them.

Under the guise of forgetting to add seasoning.

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Wang Zhiye, already feeling guilty, was on the verge of tears.

Her colleagues, who had endured "unfair treatment," urged her to quickly apologize to Li Xian and complete the task to return to the Forestry Bureau. In such a place where the general manager was treated like an ancestor, they feared further retaliation, even pouring hot water from upstairs.

In desperation, Wang Zhiye could only buy fruit and ask Zhang Dagong for Li Xian's address, then went to his door.

Li Xian had just finished decorating his new home after signing the purchase agreement with Gu Qian, so when he sent the man away, Wang Zhiye arrived.

Upon opening the door, Li Xian saw the troublemaker standing at the door with a snake-skin mesh bag in her hands, filled with various fruits like bananas and oranges.

The mesh bag was too heavy; she probably couldn't carry it with both hands and didn't want to put it on the ground, so she could only tiptoe to hold it.

Seeing Li Xian open the door, she didn't dare to look up, just sneaking glances.

Li Xian's face turned red with anger, "What are you doing? Didn't you want to come to my door with fruit today to make amends?"

"N-no! I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry, I drank a bit too much last night, and I might have been impulsive... you know, people get a little out of control when they drink!"

"Didn't you say at noon yesterday that you could handle a thousand cups without getting drunk?"

"Well... I just didn't throw up, I drank too much... and lost control a bit..."

Wang Zhiye squinted, making a slightly dismissive gesture, her face filled with embarrassment and apology.

Seeing her like this, Li Xian snorted coldly and opened the door.

Seeing Wang Zhiye struggling to carry the fruit into the house, he snatched it away and put it at the door.

"I bought this for you!"

"I don't eat fruit! Bring dried fruit next time."

Bang.

The door was shut by Li Xian.

Inside the house, there was silence, with only the TV and VCR still playing the tape of "King of Comedy."

Wang Zhiye stood there, unsure whether to sit or stand, watching Li Xian flop down on the sofa without saying a word, extremely awkward.

Noticing the burn ointment on Li Xian's hair, which was probably inconvenient for her to apply, Wang Zhiye cleared her throat lightly and pointed, "Your hair..."

"My whole life is lonely, and the only thing I depend on is this head. Even if you want to take it away, it's probably not that easy!" At this moment, Stephen Chow on TV pushed away the busty 36D-wearing leaf portrayed by Ye Xi Mei, squinting his eyes and saying this line firmly.

Li Xian stared at Wang Zhiye with dead fish eyes, saying nothing.

After being interrupted twice by a smart-mouthed person, Wang Zhiye was annoyed.

Seeing that Li Xian had ignored her since entering the house, she gritted her teeth and stomped her barefoot on the ground, "Didn't you want to ask about menstruation yesterday? Just say it! Ask it! I'll tell you!"

In the midst of the drama unfolding on the TV, where Ye Li was being inadvertently poked in the chest with a breakfast hotdog, Li Xian's expression remained as cold as ever.

Unsure of how to respond, Wang Zhiye let out a sigh. She tried to muster a polite smile, but the awkwardness was palpable. "You have burn ointment in your hair; let me..."

"My life is solitary, much like a lone boat adrift in the sea, having long abandoned concern for life and death," a line from the TV interrupted Wang Zhiye again, this time delivered with exaggerated drama by Stephen Chow.

Li Xian's fish-like gaze remained fixed on her, silent and unyielding.

Infuriated by being interrupted twice, Wang Zhiye couldn't hold back anymore. She grabbed the remote from the coffee table and hastily turned off the TV.

Then, turning back to face Li Xian, who still bore the expression reminiscent of Stephen Chow, she blurted out in embarrassment, "It was too... noisy. It was getting on my nerves."