Chapter 114 The Worrisome Matter

Taking out a silver needle, Jiang Ziyu turned and bumped into Di Mingjue's embrace. Her nose caught the scent of male hormones emanating from his body, and recalling their entangled kiss, she hastily retreated a step.

Her lower back hit the table, and alcohol splashed out as it was jostled. The air filled with the smell of alcohol.

The scent in her nostrils changed. Jiang Ziyu took a deep breath, turned her back to Di Mingjue, and said, "I don't know anything, I just said it casually. The silver needles are sterilized, sit on the chair and wait."

Fingering the few needles, Jiang Ziyu felt the continuous breathing from her back.

"Sit properly!" After a mental struggle, Jiang Ziyu turned back and commanded Di Mingjue.

She thought he would ignore her words, but to her surprise, Di Mingjue obediently walked over and sat on the chair.

After a few seconds of hesitation, Jiang Ziyu approached him with the silver needles. As usual, she lifted his hair and inserted the needles into his fair scalp.

One by one, the needles, quickly soaked in alcohol, were all inserted into Di Mingjue's scalp.

Setting an alarm, Jiang Ziyu prepared to leave.

"I can see!" Di Mingjue suddenly spoke from behind.

Her back was to him, and she dared not turn to face him.

Just as Jiang Ziyu was unsure of what to do, Di Mingjue's despondent voice came again.

"It's blurry again." He anxiously pressed, "When will I be able to see completely?"

She needed to find a way to make Di Mingjue unable to recognize her as soon as possible.

Jiang Ziyu was full of worries, and she didn't hear Di Mingjue's questions at all.

Distraught, she walked out of the room and paced back and forth at the doorway.

Her phone buzzed twice in her pocket, and the darkened screen flickered between on and off.

Putting aside her troubles, Jiang Ziyu picked up her phone and looked at the incoming text messages.

"Di Jue Group?"

The message on the screen was from Mu Liangchen, informing Jiang Ziyu about the recent situation of the Jiang Corporation. He also mentioned that Di Jue Group had proactively approached them for collaboration with ZY.

Jiang Ziyu glanced back at the closed room door, a sense of unease growing in her heart.

Did he already know her identity? Or was it just a simple desire for cooperation?

Her gaze flickered between the door and the phone screen. Jiang Ziyu lowered her head to reply to the message.

As soon as the message was successfully sent, Di Mingjue's shout came from inside. Pushing open the door, she saw Di Mingjue, sitting in the chair, attempting to stand up.

"Don't move!" Jiang Ziyu anxiously checked the silver needles on his head. "I told you not to move around when receiving acupuncture, otherwise if the needles shift to other nerves, your eyes won't only not recover, but you might develop other conditions."

After adjusting the position of each silver needle, Jiang Ziyu finally felt at ease.

"I could see just now, will I be able to get off acupuncture treatment soon and my eyes will be completely normal?" Di Mingjue's words were filled with yearning.

He had been lying down for three years and truly didn't want to miss Qianqian's growth process due to his blindness.

Standing to the side, Jiang Ziyu was once again distracted.

"Another illusion?" Di Mingjue tilted his head up.

His eyes shone with a light. If she hadn't known the truth, Jiang Ziyu's half-raised hand would have already covered her face.

"Mm."

"In a day or two?"

Facing his persistent questioning, Jiang Ziyu reached out and pulled out the silver needles from his scalp one by one.

Not hearing the alarm ring, Di Mingjue reached out to stop her, "It's not time yet!"

There were still ten minutes before the needles were to be removed.

Jiang Ziyu glanced at it and gave a perfunctory explanation, "I forgot to set the alarm."

Forgot?

But he had clearly seen her setting the alarm before the acupuncture.

"You don't want my eyes to heal?" Di Mingjue voiced his inner thoughts. Unable to see Jiang Ziyu's expression, he pricked up his ears.

Try it?

Jiang Ziyu gazed at Di Mingjue, observing the subtle expressions on his face.