Chapter 6: Young Master, What’s Wrong?

He scrambled to his feet and ran.

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At the entrance on the outskirts of the city center park, a lavishly extended limousine stood parked.

The driver, Old Wang, glanced at his watch. It was already half past eight; the young master had entered the park half an hour ago and still hadn’t come out.

But he wasn’t worried. His job was to deliver the young master to Dynasty Bar for a gathering with friends. Since the young master himself wasn’t in a hurry, neither was he.

Today was the young master’s birthday. The Master and Madam had personally fetched him from school, brought him back to the old manor for dinner, and they’d finished eating by half past seven. The young master had even drunk a little wine.

Madam, uneasy about him driving, had instructed Old Wang to take him.

But as they passed the city garden, the young master suddenly requested to get out, wanting to take a walk in the park.

Perhaps he’d had a bit too much to drink and wanted some fresh air. Old Wang had asked if he should accompany him, but was met with a cold refusal.

Having served as the Zhan family’s driver for over twenty years, Old Wang had practically watched the young master grow up. He knew his temperament well—being turned down was routine.

So he waited in the car.

…

A tall figure emerged from the winding path of the park.

Old Wang caught sight of him, quickly got out, and went up to meet him.

“Young Master, are you all right?”

Zhan Su’s expression was dark and furious, his gaze cold enough to chill the air. As he walked, he wiped his chin with his sleeve.

Looking only at his chin—ignoring those icy, blade-like eyes—one would think he was strikingly handsome, exuding a natural allure.

“To the hospital,” he ordered.

Old Wang was startled. The young master’s health was exceedingly precious!

He’d been responsible for bringing him out tonight. If anything happened, the blame would fall on him.

“Young Master, are you feeling unwell?” Old Wang hurriedly opened the car door.

Zhan Su pointed to his chin. “Someone bumped into me. Take me to the hospital, now.”

This time, Old Wang’s heart leapt to his throat. Someone bumped into him? The young master’s expression was so grim, his entire demeanor off—could it be…?

“Was it a woman?”

The very thought of that woman made Zhan Su want to kill her. She had dared to take liberties with him, Zhan Su! In this world, she was the first.

His eyes and every line of his face radiated murderous intent.

Old Wang, seeing the confirmation in his gaze, covered his mouth in shock.

A woman? Good heavens!

This was a disaster! The young master’s condition was congenital—what did they call it, social phobia, or more plainly, an allergy to women. If a woman so much as brushed against him—regardless of age or relationship—he would break out in hives, and in severe cases, need to be hospitalized for disinfection and treatment, sometimes for a week or two.

“Young Master, your chin is all red. Did you get hit there?” Old Wang asked anxiously.

Zhan Su’s face darkened further.

If only that were all!

She had even performed artificial respiration on him… that damned woman!

She was as good as dead.

He gave a vague affirmation, unwilling to admit that he’d been forcibly kissed by a woman—he couldn’t be sure Old Wang wouldn’t faint on the spot if he heard that.

Old Wang hurriedly ushered him into the car, twisted open a bottle of mineral water, and took out some disinfectant gauze, beginning to clean the area as he had done many times when the young master was a child. He quickly finished the basic treatment.

But then Old Wang noticed, “Strange, Young Master, there don’t seem to be any of those usual hives on your chin…”

“Young Master, are you sure it was here you got hit? There’s no rash.”