Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan-Chapter 208 - : Favoring the Vixen

Chapter 208: Favoring the Vixen

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Silently cursing the “vixen,” Lushen lowered the car window and called out, “Sixth Brother! The car is here—”

Lushen couldn’t help but think that Quan Banting, with his keen senses, must have heard the approaching Mercedes from a mile away. It was evident that he simply wanted to enjoy some extra time with someone.

Lushen’s heart suddenly felt a chill.

He wanted to be like Jiang Ziya, a demon-slaying hero, who tamed the country’s calamitous beauty, but unfortunately, the person he was determined to help was the wayward King Zhou of Shang! (T/N: the historical King Zhou of Shang who was known for his tyrannical rule in ancient Chinese history.)

Quan Hanting respectfully placed Shen Wan into the car and then went to the other side, opening the door, and taking a seat.

“Little Seventh, drive.”

“…Oh.”

Shen Wan looked at the scenery outside the window, her brows furrowing. “This isn’t the way to the hospital.”

Within the first ring road, there was only one emergency room, and this road led straight to the outskirts. There wasn’t even a pharmacy, let alone a hospital.

Quan Hanting replied, “We’re going where we need to go.”

With that said, he took out his phone and called someone, bowing his head as he spoke. “Mr. Zou, I apologize for the disturbance, but I have a trauma patient here. Could you please rush to the villa on the hill? Good… Thank you.”

They sped along the road and stopped in front of a private villa on the outskirts of the city.

To call it a “villa” was not entirely accurate because it was different from what the exterior suggested.

Hidden among the vegetation, the house had a more Chinese-style architectural style, somewhat resembling a modernized traditional courtyard house. It didn’t have sharp roofs or exaggerated domes; instead, the roof was flat and looked like it was covered with black tiles from a distance.

Only after entering did Shen Wan realize that these tiles were not ordinary ones.

They were called “glass tiles,” which, as the name implied, were originally transparent and automatically adjusted their color based on temperature changes. Of course, they could also be manually controlled according to the owner’s preferences.

If she remembered correctly, this product wouldn’t be on the market for another three years, but Quan Hanting was already using it ahead of time.

Indeed, the world of the wealthy was beyond your imagination.

This reminded Shen Wan of the “sensor door” in the underground palace at the hot spring resort, another technological achievement of the future.

“Is it beautiful?” Quan Hanting teased her, seeing her constantly looking up at the ceiling.

Shen Wan nodded. “It’s not bad.”

“As long as you like it, I can have a few boxes sent to you, complete with installation.”

“The prerequisite is that I have to have a house like this. Unfortunately, I don’t.”

Quan Hanting led her to the sofa, bent down, and examined the wound. “No problem, I’ll give you one.”

Lushen, standing nearby, couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. His inner thoughts were in turmoil—

What happened to the cold, indifferent demeanor?

I used to ask for it, and I wore out my lips, but you didn’t give me one. Oh, now that you’ve encountered a vixen, you’re eagerly offering one up?

Sixth Brother, wake up! If this continues, you’ll be drained dry sooner or later…

Shen Wan shook her head. “No need.”

Lushen sighed heavily. This vixen seemed to have some self-awareness, but the next moment—

Quan Hanting said, “I want to.”

She might not want it but might get forced into accepting his gift because of his persistence.

Little Seventh, who was tearing his heart out, thought, “What else can I say?”

Shen Wan didn’t pursue the matter further but could feel the intense gaze of the man beside her.

What on earth was wrong with this man?

Could it be that he had been kicked by a donkey and lost his mind?

The silence didn’t last too long. A gray-haired, white-bearded old man entered hastily, carrying a medical kit. “Who’s injured?”

Lushen pointed to her on the sofa. “She is!”

His tone was a bit abrupt, which made Zou Lian glance at him.

Quan Hanting stood up and gave way, saying, “Mr. Zou, please have a seat here.”

Putting the patient first, Zou Lian didn’t hesitate and sat down, turning to Shen Wan. “Come, let me take a look at the wound….”