Gynecological Troubles

Huo Xuan was taken aback, then chuckled wryly. "Manager Wu, you've misunderstood. I have some medical knowledge and noticed underlying health issues. I merely wanted to help—nothing more."

Wu Qingying flushed with embarrassment. "I'm sorry... I overthought it."

He shrugged. "No harm done. Beautiful women often assume men have ulterior motives." He gestured for her to lie prone on the sofa as he prepared to apply pressure therapy.

Her ability to earn a Ph.D. in business administration in just four years spoke volumes about her dedication—but also the physical toll it had taken.

As his penetrating gaze assessed her, Huo Xuan remarked, "Your stomach's in terrible shape. You've abused it relentlessly, haven't you?"

Wu Qingying stiffened. She'd developed severe gastritis during her U.S. years—skipping meals, eating irregularly, and consuming too much cold food. "I... was too busy studying. Sometimes only one meal a day. You're remarkably observant, Chairman."

"Your stomach isn't the only issue," he continued. "You have gynecological problems—excruciating cramps during menstruation, correct?"

Her body tensed. "Yes. After two abortions, the pain became unbearable each month."

Huo Xuan sighed. "Abortions severely damage the uterine lining. Some women become infertile after multiple procedures."

Biting her lip, Wu Qingying now fully believed in his medical prowess—and reassessed her opinion of him. I misjudged him. Chairman Huo is principled and skilled. Chairwoman Lin is fortunate to have such a partner!

Golden light emanated from his palms as Buddha Eye energy flowed into her, warmth spreading through her body. A soft moan escaped her before she clamped her mouth shut, embarrassed.

Mid-treatment, Huo Xuan detected lumps in her breasts—likely benign fibroadenomas, though still concerning.

After a pause, he said, "Manager Wu, there are masses in your breasts. I can treat them, but it may require... physical contact."

Rolling onto her back, Wu Qingying said calmly, "You're a gentleman, Chairman. I'm not shy."

Since she consented, Huo Xuan proceeded. "Bear with me briefly." His hands moved toward her chest.

Her ample bosom strained against her blouse, the sight sending his pulse racing.

The moment his palms made contact, the urge to knead overwhelmed him—but he maintained his virtuous facade, breathing evenly. "Manager Wu, your bra is too tight. It's unhealthy for breast tissue."

Her cheeks pinked. "I... will adjust."

Though the treatment concluded quickly, Huo Xuan lingered, fingers tracing gentle circles.

Electric tingles radiated through Wu Qingying's body, eliciting shivers and goosebumps. She clenched her thighs, teeth sinking into her lower lip.

After ten indulgent minutes, Huo Xuan reluctantly withdrew. "Your condition was severe, but my inner energy has restored balance. Rest adequately, and it won't recur."

Sitting up, she murmured, "Thank you, Chairman." Curiosity got the better of her. "What is this 'inner energy'?"

He smiled. "Think of it as qi or internal force—like in martial arts novels."

Her eyes widened. "Real martial arts exist? Could you... smash a rock with your palm?"

Resigned to demonstrating, Huo Xuan plucked a porcelain cup from the table. With a ping, he snapped off a fragment, then crumbled it to dust between his fingers.

Wu Qingying gasped. "Incredible!"

While basking in her admiration, Huo Xuan checked the time. "It's late. Rest well—tomorrow will be busy."

Though reluctant to leave, she had no pretext to stay. "Goodnight, Chairman."

The next morning at breakfast, Wu Qingying's phone rang at 10 AM. Duan Xu's furious voice screeched through: "You bitch! What the hell did you do? Targeting my father and sister? Who's backing you?"

She glanced at Huo Xuan, who said coolly, "Tell him unconditional divorce is his only option."

Realizing Huo Xuan's influence far exceeded her expectations, she steadied her voice. "Duan Xu, refuse, and worse will follow."

After a torrent of obscenities, she hung up.

Ten minutes later, Duan Xu called again—this time defeated. "Fine, you win. My family's been detained. I'll sign whatever—just let them go."

Elated, Wu Qingying icily replied, "Meet me now with the signed papers."

When Duan Xu arrived at the hotel, his glare locked onto Huo Xuan. "This was you!"

Huo Xuan smirked. "Sign and leave. Or face consequences."

Snarling, Duan Xu slammed the divorce agreement onto the table. "Who wants this slut anyway? Here!"