Flirting Strongly! Secret Love! The President Is Gentle and Persuasive

Ning Heng snapped out of her daze.

She looked at the car behind him and gritted her teeth. "…It was you who hit me."

If you don't help, who will?

The responsibility for the accident falls entirely on him—how can there be talk of 'help'?

The man lightly curled his lips, and the hand he had extended towards her came closer.

Ning Heng hesitated for a moment and reached out her hand.

She had thought he would only help her stand up.

But unexpectedly, the man bent down, his large hand grabbing her waist, lifting her off the ground...

Her body left the ground and was pressed against the man's chest. She looked up and saw his sharp, cold jaw. The chilly fragrance of his body surrounded her, infiltrating her nostrils.

Ning Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Yuan Qing and the driver were both stunned!

The boss actually... picked up a woman?!

Ning Heng struggled in his arms.

The man's hand on her leg pressed intentionally, applying some force.

Her injured knee immediately twinged with pain.

Ning Heng stopped moving.

The man carried her to the front of the car. Yuan Qing had already gotten out, opening the back door. The man gently placed her inside.

At that moment—

A group of people walked out of the back gate of the castle.

Mayor Zhao was being escorted by several people like a star.

"The Ning family is really something! They can't even bother to show up except for the bride! If they had said they didn't value Miss Ning, we wouldn't have wasted our time here today!"

"This bride is really embarrassing! If you ask me, she's better off staying in the countryside for the rest of her life and not embarrassing herself like this!"

"Yeah, just a country bumpkin! What makes her worth Mayor Zhao personally coming all this way?"

Zhao Dehan was about to speak when he suddenly saw the scene in front of the car.

A man with an extraordinarily noble aura was holding a woman in a wedding dress... getting into the car.

A wedding dress?

Is it Miss Ning?

But the side of that man's face...

He...

Isn't he the newly appointed...

In an instant, his eyes widened, his legs giving way.

"Hey, Mayor Zhao!"

"Are you alright? Take it slow!"

The car drove off under Zhao Dehan's shocked gaze. He slowly snapped back to reality.

With a cold face, he turned to the others, sternly reprimanding them: "Shut up! Miss Ning's affairs are not something you can discuss!"

The others fell silent, too afraid to speak.

Inside the Lincoln car.

Since Ning Heng got in, she felt uncomfortable all over.

The man sat right beside her.

After getting in, he simply ordered "Go to the hospital," then closed his eyes to rest, not looking at her again.

However, his presence filled the entire car, overwhelming her senses.

This was the first time Ning Heng had met such a person.

Just by his aura, he made people instinctively keep their distance, too afraid to act out.

The man suddenly glanced over at her, his gaze landing on her calf.

Her calf had a scratch, and blood was still dripping, flowing down to her ankle, even splattering on the car.

"How long until we get to the hospital?"

Yuan Qing answered from the front, "About half an hour."

The man's brows furrowed slightly.

He glanced at the traffic. "There's a pharmacy ahead. Stop there."

The driver obeyed.

After stopping, Yuan Qing got out to buy some medicine.

When he returned with a bag of medication, he handed it to the man in the backseat.

The man took out cotton swabs and iodine from the bag.

He then bent down, lifted her skirt, and gently grabbed her ankle.

Ning Heng's heart skipped a beat. "No need… I can do it myself."

But he tightened his grip and, in a voice as cold as his demeanor, said, "Don't move."

Ning Heng froze.

She watched as his long, slender fingers slowly took off her shoe. Blood was flowing down to her ankle and even touching his cold white wrist.

But he seemed completely unfazed.

Finally—

Her delicate foot landed in the man's large palm.

Ning Heng's face turned bright red with embarrassment.

He held her foot in his palm, placed it on his leg, and began to wipe the bloodstains off her leg with a tissue, before dipping a cotton swab in iodine and applying it to the wound to stop the bleeding.

The iodine touched the wound, and it felt like hot oil had been splashed onto her.

She clenched her fingers tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The man noticed her stiffness. "Does it hurt?"

Ning Heng furrowed her brows. "It's fine."

"Tell me if it hurts."

Ning Heng remained silent.

His movements slowed down, and the pain lessened significantly.

Finally, the wound was treated.

Ning Heng sighed in relief.

The next moment, the man suddenly picked up her shoe from the floor.

He bent down and started putting the shoe on her foot, the hand that had held her ankle now gently cradling her foot.

Ning Heng bit her lip, turned her head, and refused to look.

Once he finished, the atmosphere became awkward.

Yuan Qing and the driver, who had overheard everything, were still in shock and disbelief.

The man's hands—those hands, so refined and powerful, used to negotiate at the highest levels—had just helped a woman put on her shoes.

About half an hour later, they arrived at the hospital.

As soon as she got out of the car, a group of medical staff, already prepared, rushed over and respectfully addressed the man, "Sir, is this the injured young lady?"

The man nodded. "Yes."

Ning Heng was then helped onto a stretcher.

Next came X-rays, examinations, and checks to ensure there were no bone injuries.

After everything was done, professional cleaning and bandaging followed.

Throughout the entire process, the man stayed by her side, never leaving her.

Finally, she was sent to a private room.

Perhaps it had been too tiring a day, or maybe she was just exhausted.

Ning Heng lay on the bed, falling asleep without realizing it.

She slept through the afternoon.

When she woke up, it was already evening.

The sun was setting, and the dim yellow light from the window filtered in. The evening glow painted the sky in a dramatic red.

She suddenly realized there was someone else in the room.

The man sat in a chair by the window, his tall, noble frame sitting with perfect posture. He was staring at her intently, his eyes darker and deeper than the night outside.

She didn't know how long he had been watching.

Ning Heng was startled. "You... haven't left yet?"

The door of the room suddenly opened, and Yuan Qing entered with a food box.

The man took the box from him and placed it on the bedside table. "Eat something."

"...Thank you."

Inside, there was vegetable porridge.

The label on the box read: Yipin Zhai.

Yipin Zhai was a place where porridge was rare and hard to get.

It was said that they only served heads of state or important political figures. Even the Ning family had to make a reservation a week in advance.

This man's identity was definitely not ordinary.

Ning Heng had heard of most of the high-end places in the capital, but she had no clue who this man was.

"Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, it's fine."

Under his intense gaze, she took a small bite.

The atmosphere in the room was tense.

Just when she wasn't sure what to say, the man suddenly spoke in a deep, cold voice. "I'm sorry for today. You can ask for any compensation, and I will fulfill your request."

Ning Heng pressed her lips together and said lightly, "It's not necessary."

There was a pause.

She added, "...We're strangers, you've done enough."

The man's expression darkened noticeably.

Ning Heng froze.

Yuan Qing, seeing that she seemed startled, couldn't help but speak up, "Miss Ning, our... Sir means that he doesn't like owing people. You should make a request."

His tone suggested that if she didn't ask, they wouldn't stop.

Ning Heng tightly gripped the spoon.

After a long while.

Under the man's penetrating gaze, she forced herself to speak, "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't want anything. You can leave now."

But once the words left her mouth, the room's atmosphere became even colder.

It felt like the chill of the Himalayas, with freezing winds wrapping around her, making her feel ice-cold.

No one dared to speak.

The tension was unbearable.

Finally, the man spoke again—

"Marry me."