The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 381: I Also Like Her Work

Chen Li didn’t ask any more questions. She turned and went downstairs, opened her laptop, and started to handle her work, silently waiting for the treatment to end.

Nan Yu held the scalding traditional Chinese medicine and placed it on the bedside table next to Huo Juanyan.

"Wait for it to cool down a bit before drinking."

Huo Juanyan saw the tips of her fingers reddened by the heat, a dark glint flashed in his eyes.

"Actually, you could have let them bring it directly in."

Nan Yu looked at the tips of her fingers that were reddened, and her lips lifted slightly, "It’s not a big deal."

She had been scalded by much hotter water countless times before.

When she was first sent to her uncle’s house, in order to make her earn money to pay off debts, he sent her to play the piano in nightclubs from dawn till dusk, non-stop.

In the beginning, she could barely hold on, but as time went on, her fingers bled from the endless playing.

But her uncle was unwilling to spend money on sending her to the hospital for treatment, nor was he willing to let her go.

Following some folk remedy from the village, her aunt would forcibly dunk her hands into boiling hot water until they were numb with pain, which effectively served as pain relief.

Then the next day, they would bandage her fingertips and send her back to play the piano and earn money.

Playing until her hands were a bloody mess, until her bones were exposed, until her hands were completely ruined, and she could no longer play the piano.

Only then did her uncle and aunt have no choice but to give up on making her continue to play the piano. However, they didn’t send her to the hospital for her hands but let her fend for herself.

It was during those times of greatest pain that she met her master Gu Gongming.

Nan Yu looked at her now unharmed hands, a trace of relief appearing in the depths of her eyes.

Fortunately, she met her master back then, who healed her hands with his secret technique, allowing her to become the Ghost Doctor with these hands now.

Huo Juanyan saw Nan Yu getting lost in her thoughts, his gaze carrying a measure of evaluation.

But quickly, he retracted his gaze, picked up the medicine from the bedside table, and downed it in one gulp.

Nan Yu, seeing this, exclaimed in surprise: "Isn’t it hot?"

Huo Juanyan slightly frowned and shook his head, "It’s not hot, just a bit bitter."

Upon hearing this, Nan Yu suddenly remembered the sweet chocolate Uncle Li gave her earlier. She rummaged through the box for the chocolate she hadn’t eaten before, and offered it to Huo Juanyan.

She smiled lightly, "Family Head Huo, this chocolate is very sweet. Have a piece, and it won’t taste bitter anymore."

Huo Juanyan looked at the piece of chocolate, his furrowed brow not relaxing in the slightest, a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

Nan Yu saw that he was still holding the bowl and thought he might find it inconvenient to unwrap it, so she unwrapped it herself and presented the chocolate to Huo Juanyan’s lips again.

"Try it."

Huo Juanyan, with a smile in his eyes, opened his mouth as if compelled by a mysterious force.

The piece of chocolate entered his mouth, the sweet, rich taste bursting forth, mingling with Nan Yu’s unique scent.

Nan Yu’s eyes and brows carried a smile, "Family Head Huo, is it sweet?"

Huo Juanyan’s eyes darkened, his deep and magnetic voice, slightly hoarse, responded.

"Sweet."

Nan Yu continued to smile, "Good if it’s sweet."

She snatched the empty bowl from Huo Juanyan’s hand and stuffed the rest of the chocolate into his hand.

"If it’s too bitter, eat a bit more."

Huo Juanyan looked at the additional half piece of chocolate in his palm, and the sweet taste that still lingered in his mouth.

He swallowed quietly and silently pinched the remaining half piece of chocolate in his hand.

As Nan Yu placed the empty bowl on the table, she picked up the book Huo Juanyan had been reading halfway through.

"Do you also like the books written by Shang Xian?"

Upon hearing Nan Yu’s words, Huo Juanyan turned his head towards the book in her hands.

"Yeah, Shang Xian writes well, so I read when I have time."

A faint smile spread across Nan Yu’s face, "I also like her works."