"Did you go to the Cloud Desert when you were a student more than four years ago?"
Jing Yu was not surprised at all that he knew about her. After all, this man seemed to know everything about her, no matter how big or small, in the past or in the present.
She just nodded calmly, "That was my first internship assignment at Beisiyuan. The weather in the Cloud Desert is very bad, and the public security is very poor. Most of those who are willing to go are interns."
"Aren't you afraid?"
“It’s not that I’m not afraid.” Jing Yu thought for a moment, “I did encounter something very dangerous that time.”
"I was also on a mission in the Cloud Desert at the time."
Jing Yu looked at him, staring at his handsome face for a long time, and finally shook his head, "I'm sure I haven't seen you."
She didn't remember him, but Yu Zeyao didn't get angry. He just patiently reminded her of her past. "When you were on the helicopter, I was shot in the shoulder and leg, and almost fell into quicksand. It was you who insisted on running down from the helicopter to save me. Do you remember?"
Jing Yu still remembers the thrilling scene. There were armed men in the Yunduan Desert, and the medical team was very cautious. Especially since he was carrying a submachine gun at the time, everyone was worried about encountering terrorists and did not dare to act rashly. At that time, she insisted on taking him on the helicopter.
so…
"Were you the one who wore the mask and refused to take it off?"
Yu Zeyao lifted his shirt to show her the wound on his arm. Jing Yu touched the wound lightly with his finger - his body was covered with scars, large and small, with countless knife wounds and gunshot wounds.
Jing Yu looked at the scars and remembered what the **** told him that he had been living in a bloody storm since he was 18 years old.
That's not an exaggeration.
She slightly raised her eyelids and looked up at him. Yu Zeyao saw some fluctuations in her clear eyes, and he asked, "Are you sympathizing with me?"
“… Your experience is worthy of sympathy, but this is not sympathy from me.” Jing Yu removed his fingers from the wound on his arm.
He narrowed his eyes, with a searching and expectant look in them, "If it's not sympathy, then what is it?"
Jing Yu didn't respond to his question, and instead said angrily, "I tried to take off your mask, and you almost cut off my hand. I really don't agree with your attitude towards your lifesaver."
"Same here. Your attitude towards your lifesaver is just like giving a slap in the face."
"Now I finally understand that we owe each other nothing. From now on, I won't have to feel so guilty in front of you, especially when I see the wound on your abdomen."
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Jingyu went to the hospital to accompany Jingrong for surgery.
Jing Chaochen was also arranged in this hospital. Seeing her father lying safely on the hospital bed, Jing Yu was not surprised. She didn't really know Yu Zeyao, but she always had a sense of certainty that this man would treat her father and her family well.
"Mr. Vice President!" The attending doctor, wearing a white coat, pushed the door open from the ward and was particularly excited when he saw the man next to Jing Yu at the door. "You're here at the right time. I have good news for you."
Yu Zeyao asked: "What good news?"
"Today we detected that Mr. Jing's condition has improved. The nurse clearly saw that his fingers moved slightly. If things continue to develop like this, Mr. Jing will wake up sooner or later."
This is great news.
Jing Yu was a little excited, "Is it true?"
When he was in Bethyuan, the doctors said his condition was not good. She thought her father would lie there unconscious for the rest of his life.
The attending doctor gave her another shot of encouragement, "Yes. Our entire team firmly believes that the day when Mr. Jing will be completely awake is just around the corner!"
Jing Yu was so excited that her eyes were hot. When she got such good news, she subconsciously turned to look at the man beside her. She wanted to share the best news with him and get his equally happy response. However, when she turned around, she saw the man was mumbling to himself, as if thinking about something.
Jing Yu looked at him suspiciously, "What are you thinking about?"
Yu Zeyao seemed to have just come back to his senses. He met Jing Yu's eyes and replied, "Nothing."
The tone is calm.
Jing Yu didn't see the joyful expression on his face that she thought he had, and she felt a little disappointed. However, she felt that her disappointment was unreasonable. After all, it wasn't the case that everyone else should be happy just because she was happy.
She put away her expectations, pursed her lips, and said, "I'll go in and take a look. See you in Jingrong's ward later."
After she finished speaking, she was ready to push open the door of the ward and go in without waiting for Yu Zeyao to say anything. However, after taking just one step, her hand was held by Yu Zeyao. She turned her head suspiciously, and saw Yu Zeyao looking at her with a deep and complicated gaze, "I'll go in with you."
Jing Yu always felt that something was wrong with his mood.
She walked into the ward, and Yu Zeyao followed. She sat by the bed, and he just stood at the window not far away, without saying a word. Occasionally, Jingyu would glance at him out of the corner of his eye, and found that he seemed to be worried.
Jingyu sat in his father's ward for a long time, and then went to Jingrong.
Yu Zeyao was too busy and left before noon. Before leaving, she repeatedly asked Wen Yanzhi to see her off in person.
In the evening, Jing Yu took Wen Yanzhi's car back to the Vice Presidential Palace.
She thanked Wen Yanzhi in the car. Wen Yanzhi still said he was responsible. Jing Yu had a new respect for Wen Yanzhi. He thought he was careless and unreliable at first, and thought Jing Rong would be corrupted if he was associated with him. But now it seems that he is the one who is taking care of Jing Rong.
"You take care of Jingrong better than I, his sister, do." Jingyu sighed.
Wen Yanzhi was driving the car. "I don't have much to do usually. Jingrong is not a fussy guy. He is quite likable. Besides, I can't really be considered as the one who takes care of him. I am the one who does all the daily chores."
Jing Yu said thank you again.
"Don't keep saying thank you to me. Jingrong is Lao Yu's brother-in-law after all, so I have to take good care of him for that."
The three words "brother-in-law" made Jing Yu embarrassed.
She thought for a while before saying, "He and I haven't... reached that stage yet."
He is far from being a 'brother-in-law'.
Wen Yanzhi looked at her with a smirk on his face, "Old Yu is so incompetent? He usually looks quite capable, but why is he so clumsy when he meets you?"
She thought that such a sentence would definitely make Jing Yu blush. Who would have thought that she would ask back: "Is he usually very tactful with others?"
Wen Yanzhi was stunned by the question. He glanced at her and then laughed.
"Are you jealous?"
Jing Yu: “…No.”
She added, "Just asking casually. Just curious."
"Ms. Jing, forgive me for being blunt—" Wen Yanzhi said seriously, "Your last words are even more like a cover-up."