When Lu Huaijing heard this, his big knuckled hands suddenly paused.
Gu Nanyan?
Will she be worried?
Her stubborn and decisive look that day appeared in his mind unconsciously, and Lu Huaijing's frown deepened.
He was even in a daze. Over the years, he seemed to have never really understood her.
Meek and quiet or proud and aloof?
He couldn't see clearly.
After closing the document, Lu Huaijing took off his gold-rimmed glasses, pinched his eyebrows, and said in a slightly tired voice:
"Something happened over there at Yihuan. You should go and deal with it first. I have a meeting in the afternoon. Let me know when it's resolved."
Ji Li responded and turned to leave.
The handsome man stared at Ji Li's leaving figure. After a long pause, he dialed the driver's phone:
"Go to Jishi Hospital."
"yes!"
The black Aston Martin picked up Lu Huaijing and arrived. The driver asked respectfully:
"Sir, do you want me to go up with you?"
"No, just wait here. I'll be down soon."
He looked at the case information sent by Ji Li on his phone, followed the elevator upstairs, and soon arrived at the inpatient department.
The ward where Gu Nanyan was located was in front of him, but Lu Huaijing slowed down.
It was probably due to some strange coincidence that he made a special trip here.
After thinking about it, the man had already walked to the door of the ward.
This is the general ward of the inpatient department. Inside is a large room with three beds. Just as he was about to open the door, Lu Huaijing heard the conversation inside.
The male voice was very gentle, so familiar that Lu Huaijing's expression gradually became serious.
Ji Yuanchen: "...You have a slight concussion and need to rest. I'll do it."
As he spoke, he even more considerately cooled the porridge in the spoon and brought it to a suitable temperature before sending it over.
The light blue curtain was half-covered, so Lu Huaijing could not see Gu Nanyan's expression, but just this ambiguous behavior was enough to instantly ignite the anger in the man's chest.
The hot flame was like a spark, spreading crazily in my heart.
So, is she so impatient?
Lu Huaijing's expression became even more sinister, and the moment a chill spread all over his body, he turned around and left.
A "bang" sound instantly attracted the attention of people in the ward.
Nan Yan turned her head away and saw Ji Yuanchen looking outside, then turned around and said:
"Maybe it's because of the wind. You'd better eat some."
"No need, I... better do it myself."
Nan Yan was really not used to being taken care of like this, especially when this person was an unfamiliar male colleague.
When Ji Yuanchen heard this, he also showed understanding and handed the spoon and bowl to Nan Yan's hand.
"Then do it yourself. You really didn't tell me anything if something like this happened. If I hadn't seen the hospitalization information during my rounds, I wouldn't have known that such a big thing happened to you."
As he spoke, he picked up an apple on one side, peeled it and cut it into pieces expertly, with a very neat technique.
Nan Yan frowned slightly. The porridge was so hot that she couldn't eat it after two bites, so she simply put it aside.
"It's not a big deal originally. I can handle it myself."
Calculating the time, Song Yihuan should come to find her.
Ji Yuanchen didn't know what she was thinking, so he just put the cut fruit on the small table in front of her and couldn't help but sigh:
"Fortunately, the police officer arrived in time. I was terrified when I saw the video. Because you left evidence, people have started to expose Song Likun's incident on the Internet. I estimate that it won't be long before the Investigation Department will figure it out. When the truth comes out, you can come back to work."
Nan Yan nodded when he heard this, but his eyebrows frowned slightly.
I'm afraid, this matter won't be that simple.
She glanced at the mobile phone on the bedside with the corner of her eye. For some reason, the mobile phone was quiet and something was wrong.
A layer of darkness and despair flashed unconsciously in her beautiful eyes.
At the same time, Lu Huaijing had returned to the underground garage.
He was handsome and cold, and as soon as he sat in the car, he felt chilly.
The driver in the cab was startled and immediately realized what had happened.
Not daring to look further, he could only reduce his presence as much as possible and asked in a low voice: "Sir, where are you going now?"
"Go to Lijingyuan."
The gloomy voice made people feel cold from head to toe.
The driver didn't dare to delay, so he kicked the accelerator and drove the car out.
…
Song Yihuan was waiting anxiously, but Zhou Jian's shouts could already be heard in the living room.
She couldn't bear it anymore, so she opened the door and saw a scene that almost broke her down:
The leather sofa was full of oil stains and garbage. Old man Zhou even opened several bottles of wine at will. The red wine spilled into the carpet, and he even stepped on the cigarette butts directly.
The things in the refrigerator were messed up, garbage was strewn all over the floor, and the old man got so drunk that he fell on the sofa and started snoring.
Zhou Jian was playing video games, roaring angrily and smashing several controllers.
Song Yihuan couldn't stand it any longer and wanted to stop her, but before she could get there, she was grabbed by Mrs. Zhou.
She grabbed Song Yihuan's wrist and started to pick up the bracelet on her wrist with a pair of hands like chicken claws.
"This looks very valuable. Tell me about you. If you are so rich, don't you know how to show respect to the elderly?"
As she spoke, her greedy movements became harder.
Song Yihuan was pulled so hard that her skin was scratched, and she was in pain and angry. All her anger burst out in an instant: "Take your dirty hands away, get out, get out of here!"
She said and pushed Old Mrs. Zhou away. The latter was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
"Oh!"
The sound of screams came, and Mrs. Zhou was also annoyed. She got up and pinched Song Yihuan's face.
"You little bitch, how dare you push me, let's see if I don't tear your face apart!"
She screamed and reached out towards Song Yihuan, who instinctively wanted to resist, but heard a knock on the door.
Song Yihuan's eyes flashed with a layer of sinisterness, and she immediately put down her movements to resist and allowed Mrs. Zhou to rush over.
The old lady grabbed Song Yihuan's hair fiercely, and her nails scratched her face.
Song Yihuan screamed and immediately fell to the ground in pain.
The noisy sound made the knocking on the door louder.
Zhou Jian, who was playing games, was so irritated by the noise that he got up and kicked him on the stool, shouting angrily: "Why are you arguing? Why don't you open the door to see if my takeaway has arrived!"
But Mrs. Zhou, who was quarreling, had no time. When Zhou Jian couldn't say hello, he had to open the door himself.
At the same time, Song Yihuan had been pulled off the bracelet by Mrs. Zhou. She scolded and kicked her, but the door opened at this time.
"boom!"
The door was kicked open, and Zhou Jian was shaken by the force and almost fell down.
He swore angrily and cursed. His small pig-like eyes were almost murderous. He roared and rushed forward: "Damn it, you dare to kick my door. I'm going to beat you to death!"
Zhou Jian shouted, and he was about to rush forward, but unexpectedly, he was kicked in the lower abdomen the next second!
