Rebirth of the Celestial Miracle Doctor

Wen Jia felt Yun Mu's response and immediately panicked. She had never been this intimately close to a boy before, and the girl simply had no idea what to do. All she could do was obediently lie on her younger brother and dare not move at his command.

But this made their position even more awkward.

"Jiajia sister, why don't you try to stand up slowly?" Yun Mu suppressed the desire welling up inside him and said.

Wen Jia shyly nodded her head, adjusted her slender legs, and tried to use the office desk nearby to stand up.

But there's a saying that troubles never come singly. If everything were so simple, there would not be the word "accident" in the dictionary.

Right at that moment, the door suddenly burst open. The unexpected visitor gave both people, with guilty consciences, a huge fright.

Wen Jia's legs went weak, and she fell directly on top of Yun Mu.

"Sister, Yun Mu, what are you two doing?"

Qingcheng was shocked to see the two on the floor, their clothes in disarray, with Wen Jia's chest particularly indecent to behold. Moreover, the two were tightly embraced, which would inevitably lead anyone who saw them to have wild thoughts.

When Qingcheng called out, Yun Mu's fleeting desire disappeared immediately. He hastily stood up and helped Jiajia sister to her feet.

"Wife, the floor was slippery, and Jiajia sister almost fell," Yun Mu said meaningfully, glancing at Wen Jia's deep cleavage, "Besides, Jiajia sister is so full-figured, I couldn't stay on my feet and she knocked me down."

Yun Mu's word choice was filled with suggestion, and Qingcheng's brows knitted tighter and tighter.

She had always thought her good friend Wen Jia was very conservative. Could it be that in just a few days, this seducer had already conquered her?

"Sister, what happened to your clothes?" Qingcheng tried to soften her tone, but it still came out with obvious displeasure.

Wen Jia hurriedly adjusted the part of her bra that had slipped out and straightened her top.

"That, I just stretched lazily, and I didn't expect the quality of this clothing to be so poor."

Although it was true, for some reason, it sounded somewhat forced coming from Wen Jia.

And considering that each piece of clothing her best friend bought was either close to a thousand or seven or eight hundred, could the quality really be that bad?

Seeing Qingcheng with her eyebrows deeply furrowed, Wen Jia knew she was completely without defense this time.

It couldn't be helped. After all, this handsome young man was her good friend's husband, and it just so happened that this moment was witnessed; it was natural for anyone to think the worst.

Wen Jia simply kept quiet to avoid more arguing later on.

Qingcheng gave Yun Mu a cold look and said indifferently, "Come with me."

"Hehe, sure, wife." Yun Mu casually walked over to Qingcheng's side as if nothing had happened.

"Don't call me wife, you seducer." Qingcheng moved forward with disgust, creating a distance.

The two walked through the company corridor, one after the other, and arrived at the CEO's office.

It was Yun Mu's first time in the CEO's office. He was assigned as a secretary to Wen Jia as soon as he arrived at the company. Yun Mu felt that he might have done better in security.

But Yun Mu didn't want to be a company security guard. Even with his kung fu skills, he still thought it would be better to stay in the office.

In the office, you could do nothing at all and still enjoy Jiajia's lovely silhouette. At that thought, Yun Mu felt quite content.

"Yun Mu, I'm talking to you!" Qingcheng said, annoyed.

Yun Mu uttered an "Ah" and finally snapped out of the entangled scenes with Jiajia that filled his mind, "I'm listening, I'm listening."

Qingcheng glanced at Yun Mu with irritation and rummaged through a cardboard box in the office. She found a new white shirt and tossed it to Yun Mu.

"Here, change into this. This shirt was bought for you, and since you didn't bring many clothes from Kyoto City, the few you had were ruined that night and today."

Yun Mu gratefully accepted the shirt and felt it – oh, the texture wasn't bad, pure cotton. After holding it up against himself, it was a perfect fit, as if tailored especially for him.

A warm surge filled Yun Mu's heart. He hadn't expected his wife to be so caring as to buy him clothes.

"Thank you, wife. You're the best," Yun Mu blurted out and then started taking off his own clothes.

Qingcheng furrowed her brow: "How many times have I told you not to call me wife in the office? Hey, what are you doing!"

Qingcheng was thinking that Yun Mu deserved some recognition for his efforts at the company and, feeling guilty about what had happened that night, she wanted to make it up to him.

After sending those few off to the hospital, Qingcheng happened to pass by a decent men's clothing store on her way back and decided to go in and buy a few items for Yun Mu based on her memory of his size.

She hadn't expected this guy to casually start changing clothes in his boss's office without saying a word.

This was the CEO's office, after all—people could come in to report on their work at any time. If someone saw this, it would be a disaster.

Yun Mu had the shirt halfway on when he heard Qingcheng's questioning shout. He immediately took off the shirt he had just put on and apologized profusely.

"Sorry, wife—no, no, no, boss. Heh, look at my memory."

Although Yun Mu was previously a pretty boy, frail and weak, he was still occasionally persuaded by his dad to hit the gym, so his chest was rather sturdy.

Seeing Yun Mu's bare upper body, Qingcheng felt a strong male presence; her cheeks reddened and her breathing became rapid.

"You, what are you doing, put your clothes on," Qingcheng said, her face flushed.

Yun Mu certainly noticed his wife's reaction and smirked, leaning towards Qingcheng.

Seeing this, Qingcheng became quite flustered and took a step back hurriedly. Her delicate feet in fine high heels tripped over the corner of the desk, and she started to topple backwards.

"Ah!"

Yun Mu reacted instantly without hesitation, moving nearly in a flash to Qingcheng's side.

Qingcheng had already closed her eyes, bracing for the pain of the fall, but instead of the anticipated pain, she was caught in a warm embrace.

Faint traces of Ancient Dragon cologne mixed with sweat entered Wu Rou's nostrils, stirring her heart and causing her chest, clad in a pink sweater, to heave.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Yun Mu holding her in a half-kneel, very much like the male stars in TV shows and movies.

But the next second, Qingcheng realized they were still in the office and tried her best to calm her emotions.

"Let me go right now!"

Yun Mu chuckled and quickly helped Qingcheng to her feet, "As you wish, boss!"