Chapter 59 Fortunately, You Came—Second Master Is Also Pleased

In response to Gu Yang’s question, Xu An’an only smiled without answering, though she was surprised—Gu Yang hardly seemed like the type to gossip about such things.

Seeing that Xu An’an was unwilling to talk, Gu Yang, of course, did not press the issue.

The interview began officially.

Because the athlete was injured, Xu An’an had specially revised some of her questions.

Gu Yang watched quietly from the side.

Xu An’an conducted the interview with utmost seriousness, her eyes lowered ever so slightly, with long lashes, vivid red lips, and a graceful nose that outlined the exquisite curve of her profile.

She was, without a doubt, a natural beauty.

He was reminded of a poem: “In ancient times, none such existed, unseen by the world; wondrous bearing and rare grace, beyond all praise.”

He had always considered himself someone who did not judge by appearances, but only today, upon meeting Xu An’an, did he truly understand what it meant for beauty to please the eye and delight the spirit.

It was a pity that such a lovely flower already belonged to someone.

After the interview, Gu Yang proposed, “Second Master is staying in this hospital as well, isn’t he? Would it be convenient for me to come along and pay my respects?”

Thinking that Gu Yang might wish to collaborate with Jiang Li, Xu An’an had no reason to refuse. Given her relationship with the Gu family elder, she was more than happy to help.

Besides, it was hardly a big favor.

“All right, let’s go together,” she agreed.

The two walked toward Jiang Li’s ward, chatting and laughing along the way.

She wasn’t surprised that Gu Yang enjoyed chess; after all, Old Master Gu was an avid chess player and must have taught Gu Yang when he was young.

Gu Yang was talented, even surpassing his teacher.

So when he saw that half-played game, his interest in Xu An’an was piqued.

“Second Master, Miss Xu is here, and—”

“Already at the door?” Jiang Li quickly signed a few documents, tossed his pen onto the sofa, and sat back on the hospital bed, his hands resting idly.

The ointment the doctor had given him was excellent—after only two days, his recovery was remarkable.

Yet for some reason, he did not want Xu An’an to know.

“Second Master.”

Watching Gu Yang walk in with Xu An’an, Jiang Li’s expression turned instantly cold. He curled his lips, leaning back, his icy gaze almost tangible.

Anyone unaware might have thought Xu An’an had betrayed him.

Xu An’an rolled her eyes inwardly, unwilling to fuss with Jiang Li.

She explained simply why she had come with Gu Yang.

So as not to intrude on Jiang Li and Gu Yang’s conversation, Xu An’an called Assistant Wang outside and asked, “Assistant Wang, when the doctor came today to check on Second Master, did he say anything?”

Assistant Wang hesitated, at a loss.

Should he say that Second Master’s hand was nearly healed, and he could even sign documents? Or should he claim that Second Master’s hand had yet to recover, and he still needed care?

But such questions were nothing for Assistant Wang. After all, he had read hundreds of domineering CEO novels!

He chose the latter, sighing repeatedly, “It seems the burn was quite severe—Second Master’s hand still needs careful tending, probably for about a week.”

“What!?” Lin Jiaojiao popped out from some hidden corner, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, desperate to rush in and attend to Jiang Li round the clock.

But she dared not; she feared Jiang Li would have her thrown into the police station.

Her grandfather had warned her repeatedly not to provoke Jiang Li. He was not known for his temper, and if he said he’d have you in jail, you might very well rot there.

Lin Jiaojiao glared at Xu An’an with resentment, as if to say: It’s all your fault! Why weren’t you the one who got hurt?

Afraid Lin Jiaojiao might lose control, Assistant Wang tried to persuade her kindly, “Miss Lin, perhaps you should go home for now. There are nurses and doctors here—they can take good care of Second Master.”

“But I want to—” Lin Jiaojiao strained to look into the ward.

Bang.

Xu An’an quickly closed the door to the ward. Only after she had done so did she realize her action—subconsciously, she seemed to have developed a possessive instinct toward Jiang Li.

She didn’t want any woman thinking about Jiang Li, especially not someone as unhinged as Lin Jiaojiao.

Lin Jiaojiao fumed. “Xu An’an, what’s the meaning of this?”

“I’m worried that if Second Master sees you, he’ll have someone throw you out of the hospital. I’m only thinking of your well-being—why can’t you appreciate it? Kindness mistaken for ill intent,” Xu An’an sighed, shaking her head, putting on her best white lotus act for Lin Jiaojiao—would she take the bait or not?

Assistant Wang played along eagerly, nodding, “Yes, Second Master’s hands are still injured, and he’s not in the best mood. If he sees you, he might just have you thrown out.”

“That would only hurt the relationship between your families.”

Ultimately, since she was in the wrong and considering Jiang Li’s reputation—which all of Shanghai knew—Lin Jiaojiao weighed the pros and cons before leaving reluctantly.

Assistant Wang, not trusting her, quietly followed to make sure Lin Jiaojiao really left the hospital.

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow.

“Miss Xu, you have no idea—Miss Lin has been here since this morning and refused to leave no matter what I said. My tongue is about to fall off. Luckily you came; Second Master is happy too.”

Xu An’an was taken aback.

Would Jiang Li really be happy because of her arrival?

Xu An’an found this hard to believe. After all, whenever he saw her, he looked like he wanted to eat her alive—what kind of happiness was that?

After a while, Gu Yang came out of the ward.

He had indeed discussed a cooperation with Jiang Li—something that had taken him completely by surprise, a pleasant one.

“Thank you, Miss Xu. Next time, let me treat you to dinner.”

Clatter!

A noise came from the ward.

Xu An’an hurried in to see a cup knocked onto the floor. Jiang Li’s face was cold. “Where’s Assistant Wang? Have him pour me water.”

Of course, he had knocked the cup over on purpose.

“Assistant Wang took a call and disappeared somewhere,” Xu An’an replied, picking up the cup and washing it before pouring Jiang Li some water.

Knowing his hands were inconvenient, she held the cup for him to drink.

Jiang Li let out a grunt.

He had heard what Gu Yang said to Xu An’an, and it infuriated him. So he had helped Xu An’an return a favor for Old Master Gu, only to give Gu Yang an opportunity to invite her to dinner?

Ridiculous!

Gu Yang stood outside the ward, his cool, distant peach blossom eyes hidden behind his glasses, unreadable and unfathomable.

No one could tell what he was thinking.

After Jiang Li drank the water, he saw Gu Yang still standing there.

He was instantly annoyed.

Gu Yang smiled at Jiang Li, then turned and left.

“You seem to know Gu Yang quite well,” Jiang Li asked offhandedly.

“We’re just acquaintances,” Xu An’an replied, pulling out a chair to sit beside him, planning to leave for the magazine office once Assistant Wang returned.

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t Assistant Wang who returned, but Jiang Yu and Ning Xiyue.

Jiang Yu froze in place, as if he could not believe he was seeing Xu An’an in Jiang Li’s hospital room—something he had thought absolutely impossible.

He blinked, still doubting his eyes.

Ning Xiyue’s expression shifted several times.

“Miss Xu, what are you doing here?”