The Real Heiress from the Countryside Turns Out to Be the Feudal Ancestor

Chapter 112

Her gaze faltered slightly.

Ye Qian's voice continued, "General Manager Fang couldn't make it today, so President He is taking us instead."

Sang Ning blinked. "I see."

He Siyu glanced up at her, his tone indifferent. "Are you getting in the car or not?"

Sang Ning nodded lightly. "Thank you, President He."

Sang Ning and Ye Qian got into the car.

The ride was eerily quiet. Though Ye Qian was usually talkative, she barely dared to breathe loudly the entire way.

He Siyu didn’t speak, keeping his eyes fixed on financial news.

Sang Ning remained silent as well. From the corner of his eye, he noticed her scrolling through the proposal for the AI medical project on her phone with focused attention.

Two hours later, they finally reached the mountain.

The car stopped at the hot spring resort atop Cloud Peak Mountain.

"Wow, this hot spring villa is absolutely breathtaking!" Ye Qian exclaimed as she stepped out of the car, staring up at the grand entrance and the sprawling, majestic gardens. She jumped in excitement.

It was already winter, and Cloud Peak Mountain was blanketed in snow. Sang Ning shivered the moment she stepped out, bundled in an oversized white down jacket, a thick red scarf wrapped around her neck. Her hair was tied in a messy bun, her face nearly buried in the scarf.

A gust of icy wind howled past, sending a chill down her spine. "So cold."

He Siyu strode straight into the hotel lobby. The doctors and specialists from Linshan Hospital had already arrived.

Assistant Yan had come the night before to reserve rooms and prepare for the guests.

"President He, what an honor! I didn’t expect you to come personally today," Dean Wei greeted with a smile, extending his hand.

He Siyu gave a slight nod. "Dean Wei."

Assistant Yan suggested cheerfully, "Shall we have lunch first?"

"After you." He Siyu gestured politely. Dean Wei and the others smiled and walked ahead.

The two groups shared a meal, exchanging pleasantries before briefly introducing the AI medical product.

The discussion was pleasant on both sides.

Sang Ning didn’t participate in the negotiations, only listening attentively and noting down key points.

After all, in AI healthcare, the medical aspect was the priority.

Once lunch ended, the afternoon was free for rest and leisure.

Ye Qian dragged Sang Ning off to ski.

"Let me tell you, the ski slopes here are national-grade—the snow quality is unbeatable!"

Sang Ning’s eyes flickered toward the skiers whizzing past outside the glass window. "But I don’t know how."

"It’s easy to learn! You’ll pick it up in no time."

A spark of excitement lit up Sang Ning’s eyes. "Alright, let’s try!"

Upstairs in the hotel, inside a private lounge, a tea table stood by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Dean Wei took a sip of tea. "You’ve got time to spare these days? Even for a small matter like this, you’d travel all the way here yourself?"

"I happened to be free," He Siyu replied flatly.

His gaze suddenly caught on a red-scarfed "penguin" wobbling onto the slopes. He turned to look.

She stood at the top of the beginner’s slope, skis strapped on, ready to go.

Dean Wei chuckled. "A phone call would’ve sufficed. Why go through all this trouble? It’s not even a major project—why the special attention?"

He Siyu withdrew his gaze. "The AI industry is booming. Huiyao wants a piece of it. This project is a priority for us now."

Sang Ning finally mustered the courage, pushing off with her poles and hurtling down the slope.

He Siyu’s grip on his water glass tightened, his posture stiffening slightly.

She careened downward, her movements unsteady, but somehow managed to stay upright.

Dean Wei continued, "You young folks have all these ideas. We old-timers don’t have the energy for it. If you need Linshan Hospital’s medical data, I’ll have someone send it over. Whatever assistance you require, we’ll cooperate."

He Siyu relaxed his hold on the glass and nodded. "Thank you, Dean Wei. We’ll compensate for the information."

Sang Ning made it safely to the bottom, waving excitedly at Ye Qian and Zhang Liang.

Then, in the next second—a figure came barreling down the slope, heading straight for her.

He Siyu shot to his feet.

Dean Wei startled. "What’s wrong?"

"I have something to attend to."

He Siyu flung the door open and rushed out.

He sprinted downstairs and onto the slopes.

"Sang Ning!"

Sang Ning was still sprawled in the snow. Ye Qian and Zhang Liang had already reached her, crouching to help her up.

He Siyu dropped to one knee beside her, scanning for injuries. "Where did you get hit?!"

Dazed from the collision, Sang Ning shook her head weakly. "N-nowhere serious. Just my leg hurts a little."

"I’ll go get a stretcher!" Ye Qian said immediately.

Before she could move, He Siyu scooped Sang Ning into his arms and carried her back toward the hotel.

Ye Qian and Zhang Liang stood frozen, wondering if their eyes were playing tricks on them.

"Was that… President He just now?"

"Pretty sure it was…"

He Siyu brought her straight to the hotel and called for a doctor.

The resort had medical staff on standby, especially specialists in sports injuries—highly skilled ones at that.

After all, with a famous ski slope nearby, business was always steady.

Only now did Sang Ning snap out of her daze, realizing He Siyu had carried her back.

She glanced around nervously, but he snapped, "Stop squirming!"

He took her to the clinic and set her down on the bed.

The doctor examined her with practiced ease, confirming the impact had bruised her left calf. When they rolled up her pant leg, a large patch of skin had already turned purple.

He Siyu’s expression darkened further.

"You’ve never skied before—what were you thinking, charging down like that?"

"I just wanted to try."

His chest tightened with inexplicable frustration. "If you love ‘trying’ so much, why not go straight to the advanced slope? Might as well ski off the summit for a real thrill!"

Sang Ning frowned. What was his problem?

The doctor interjected calmly, "Sir, no need to worry too much. Your girlfriend’s injury isn’t serious—just some ointment and rest for a couple of days. No bone damage."

"She’s not my girlfriend!"

"He’s not my boyfriend!"

The doctor: "…Right."

Silently, the doctor applied medicated oil to the bruise. Sang Ning’s face paled from the pain.

He Siyu scowled. "Can’t you be gentler?"

The doctor replied flatly, "Sir, this kind of injury hurts at the slightest touch. But without treatment, it won’t heal."

Finally, the ordeal ended. Sang Ning’s leg felt numb from the throbbing pain.

The doctor handed He Siyu some anti-inflammatory pills. "Take these orally."

He Siyu fetched a glass of warm water and passed her the medication.

"Thanks." Sang Ning popped two pills and swallowed them.

Standing by the bed, He Siyu stared down at her, his voice icy. "So, was it fun?"

Sang Ning nodded. "It was alright."

Pretty thrilling, actually.

His tone turned even colder. "Then why stop at just ‘trying’?"