Zhen Jiu’er froze.

She stared blankly at the man whose legs she had just pressed down on.

He sat in a wheelchair — clearly, his legs were paralyzed.

But he was extraordinarily good-looking! Handsome to the point where words simply failed!

Features that should have driven women wild instead carried a pair of eyes brimming with cold air, and in an instant, made people feel a terrifying depth to him.

Those eyes were like black holes.

Once Jiu’er’s gaze fell into them, no matter how she struggled, she couldn’t break free even slightly.

It was as if some force had sealed her in place, and she could never climb back out.

They called him… Ninth Master…

Lu Beicheng reached out and removed the work badge pinned to her uniform.

“Zhen Jiu’er?”

That voice was surprisingly pleasant.

Jiu’er finally came back to her senses.

She didn’t know what she’d been thinking a moment ago — she’d actually felt that this man in front of her resembled her Ninth Imperial Uncle.

But how could that be possible?

His eyes were good-looking, sure, but they weren’t the same as her Ninth Imperial Uncle’s eyes.

And his voice — that didn’t belong to her Ninth Imperial Uncle either.

A wave of disappointment washed through Jiu’er’s heart.

“Ji-Jiu, Jiu’er, get up, quick, get up!”

Not far away, someone cautiously, tremblingly urged her: “Quick, get up, Jiu’er, quick…”

The voice wasn’t very loud, and it was even trembling — fully showing that the speaker was currently terrified out of her mind.

Get up?

Jiu’er shook her head, looked down, and her beautiful eyes suddenly went wide.

She was actually lying sprawled across the man’s legs!

Zhen Jiu’er scrambled up as fast as she could and hastily retreated to the side.

So this was the Lu family’s Ninth Master?

Lu Beicheng — she’d only ever heard the name, never seen the man in person.

But what Zhen Jiu’er didn’t know was that Lu Beicheng was actually crippled.

Such a shame — this man had such an overwhelming presence, and a pair of incredibly long, gorgeous legs. If he could stand, he’d surely have all of Jiangzhou swooning.

“Sorry, I didn’t… see you just now.” Jiu’er bowed in apology, but she was in a hurry and had no intention of staying.

“Ninth Master, I still have things to do, I’ll be going now!”

But the moment she took a step, a tall figure blocked her way.

She frowned.

“Ninth Master is asking you something,” the man said in a deep voice.

A flicker of displeasure darkened Zhen Jiu’er’s eyes: “I’m in a hurry.”

Although this Ninth Master of the Lu family truly held an extraordinarily noble status in Jiangzhou — certainly not someone a lowly intern doctor like Zhen Jiu’er should offend —

She really was in a hurry. She still had a lot to do.

However noble he was, he couldn’t compare to her Ninth Imperial Uncle.

In front of her Ninth Imperial Uncle, no one else mattered at all!

“Please step aside!” Her voice turned cold.

Everyone around them — passersby, onlookers — all gasped in shock.

This little intern doctor actually dared to speak that way to Ninth Master’s gold-medal assistant. Was she tired of living?

Didn’t she know that with just one word from Ninth Master, Zhen Jiu’er wouldn’t be able to survive in Jiangzhou anymore?

If Ninth Master so much as opened his mouth, which hospital in all of Jiangzhou would dare take her in?

Had this girl hit her head in the operating room and scrambled her brains?

Ji Mingyu was just about to say something when he saw Lu Beicheng’s long fingers tap lightly on the armrest of his wheelchair.

Ji Mingyu immediately stepped back, letting Zhen Jiu’er leave.

He strode behind Lu Beicheng and slowly pushed the wheelchair forward.

“Ninth Master, that’s the little girl.”

Lu Beicheng said nothing.

Zhen Jiu’er walked briskly toward the office without looking back.

Ji Mingyu pushed Lu Beicheng into the elevator.

The moment the elevator doors closed, Lu Beicheng’s thin, cool lips pressed together slightly: “Bring her to see me tonight.”