Chapter 3 — Prescription in Your Name

Ky Uyen felt a little guilty. Seeing that everyone in the Qin family manor was busy, each with their own work, the housekeeper was still checking the results and taking notes. Too strict, is this the world of the upper class? Ky Uyen went downstairs and decided to go to the small kitchen to find something to eat.

“Doctor Ky, the CEO has a schedule tomorrow and needs you to come with him.”

I don't know when, the assistant general stood up from the sofa, it seemed like he had been waiting for a long time.

“Yes.”

“I will announce specifically when.”

He pushed down his gold-framed glasses and smiled elegantly.

“Then let me go first.”

The assistant suddenly remembered that General Tan had told him to investigate Ky Uyen's background, and his heart moved. He looked at her face, which was not startling but the more he looked at it, the more it looked like hers, as if he noticed some vague abnormality in Tan Trung's eyes. Therefore, he felt he should remind her:

“Tomorrow the president is invited to attend a gala dinner on the yacht, he may need you to come along.”

Ky Uyen was surprised. Isn't this the heroine's plot? At the gala dinner on the yacht, the female lead went with the male lead as his girlfriend, then was humiliated by a young lady who was in love with the male lead, the male lead was cold and indifferent, the female lead was in tears and suffered humiliation - a cruel climax in the story.

“Yes.”

Once you arrive, just live in peace. Either way, the plot is already like a wild horse with its bridle broken, not knowing which direction to go, so that's it, just do your role as a personal doctor well. Even if there is no more white lotus female lead, there will still be all kinds of different female leads appearing. The assistant general smiled, the light reflecting from the lenses sparkled with intelligence. Before the party starts, Ky Uyen has a lot to prepare. In addition to carrying all the necessary medicines, this yacht will float at sea for two days and two nights until it reaches port. She also had to coordinate with the makeup team sent by her assistant to be meticulously cared for from head to toe. Since the afternoon, Ky Uyen has been busy without rest, like a pinwheel spinning non-stop.

“It's done, Miss Ky.” When the costume designer finishes adjusting the evening gown, everything is finally over.

Ky Uyen looked at herself in the mirror - a woman in a long dress, her mind couldn't help but think: If something unexpected happens, this outfit won't be convenient at all. She wasn't used to wearing high heels, especially these ones that were ten centimeters high. She tried taking a few steps — it was a bit difficult.

"Can I change to another pair? This pair is too high."

“No way, Miss Ky, look at how these shoes match your dress.”

The designer grinned. “Changing another pair would ruin the whole thing.” Okay, anyway, during the party there probably won't be much need to move around... Ky Uyen walked out of the makeup room. Outside, Tan Trung was sitting on the sofa, seemingly waiting for a long time. He was looking at documents, heard footsteps and raised his head. What caught my eye was Ky Uyen in a long black dress - her hair was no longer tied in a high bun like usual, but was curled in big waves down her back. The dress hugged her body, showing off her perfect curves. Snow-white skin, combined with the black dress color, creates an intense contrast, giving Tan Trung a strong visual shock. His eyes down - that waist, my two arms are enough to hold it. He stood up, with wide shoulders and long legs, his tall figure made people unable to take their eyes off him.

“Let's go.”

When they arrived, they were a bit late. The cruise port is full of luxury cars. Although Ky Uyen cannot name each one, she can clearly feel the smell of money blowing on her face. Tan Trung gallantly helped her get out of the car. Luckily the skirt wasn't slit high, just barely reaching the top of the thighs. Ky Uyen is not tall, but her body proportions are very beautiful, her legs are long, and appear invisible when she walks. Tan Trung is almost nine feet tall, Ky Uyen, even wearing shoes ten centimeters, is still half a head shorter than him. He didn't seem to like his girlfriend's arm in arm, so the two just walked close together, not far nor close. The entrance to the yacht was covered with red carpet, so Ky Uyen tried to keep up with his footsteps. She looked straight ahead, tried to adapt to the shoes, and walked naturally. But bigger challenges still lie ahead. To get on the yacht, you have to go through a flight of stairs - not high, just five steps. Ky Uyen's heart was filled with tears: These shoes were really difficult to walk in. She was most afraid of slipping and falling backwards, then being on the front pages of tabloids with headlines like:

"Shock! The girlfriend of the heir to the Qin family fell down on the yacht!"

At that moment, Tan Trung seemed to realize her difficulty. Before stepping onto the first step, he put his hand around her waist and gently used force to bring her onto the boat. Getting on the yacht, Ky Uyen silently breathed a sigh of relief - finally escaping the humiliating situation. But... Tan Trung's hand was still on her waist. This dress is very tight in the front, even has long sleeves, but the highlight is the completely bare back - from the cervical vertebrae extending down, revealing a stretch of white skin close to the hips. His hand was hot, friction against the skin made Ky Uyen's scalp numb. The calluses on his palms just rubbed against his skin. Ky Uyen suddenly remembered - Tan Trung had a hobby of shooting guns, no wonder his hands were so rough.

“General Qin!” Someone came up to say hello.

Anyway, the main character of today's party is Tan Trung, most of the guests came because of him. Ky Uyen was led by Tan Trung to greet several important generals. He always kept his hand around her waist, even if it was just a simple greeting, he didn't let go. The initial distance was broken, the two were close to each other, Ky Uyen could almost smell the scent on Tan Trung's body - a passionate breath, carrying a strong possessiveness. Tan Trung does not use perfume. The smell of his body was strong, and she was half-hugged and walked around by him. Even though she was used to high heels, her whole body was still dizzy.

“…I want to rest for a bit.”