C63

"Boss, this —"

"No need for you to say anything. I know what I'm doing right now. I don't need anyone to remind me."

"Tell me, what kind of person can change this ten thousand year old ice face of yours?"

"When the time comes, there will be changes."

Shang Jin shook his head in disappointment, this was not the answer he was looking for.

He looked at Jian Ning who was slowly approaching and stared at her craftily.

"Jian Ning, come to my room in a while."

"Huh?"

Jian Ning raised her head and doubtfully said. She still wanted to refute, but when she saw that Shang Jin looked like he was about to get angry again, he could only nod his head in grievance.

"Got it."

Shang Jin nodded, then waved his hand at Song Ge, allowing him to push himself up the stairs in a good mood.

"As expected, a storm is about to arrive."

Jian Ning held onto her own chest, she looked dejected, and unwillingly looked around at the decorations, as though saying her farewells.

She supported herself up the stairs and changed her clothes.

Standing at the door of Shang Jin's room, she paced back and forth uneasily. She raised her head a few times, but then lowered it again in the end.

"If you don't want to come in, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Shang Jin's voice came from inside the room, Jian Ning laughed awkwardly, she did not dare hesitate anymore, clenching her teeth, she pushed the door open with both hands.

"Mr. Shang, what are you saying? I'm just worried that you have something to attend to inside, so I won't disturb you."

"Is that so?" Shang Jin curled his lips, and looked at her flirtatiously.

Only then did Jian Ning turn her gaze back to him. Seeing that he was wearing a bathrobe, it looked like he had already taken a bath.

Jian Ning heaved a sigh of relief, and thanked him from the bottom of his heart. Great, there was no need to bathe him.

Just as she was rejoicing inwardly, Shang Jin suddenly threw her a towel, which coincidentally covered her face.

"Now help me blow-dry my hair. Be serious."

"Oh!" She pouted as she looked at him. She grumbled in her heart: "Why did you want me to do it? It's too short, I can't do it myself."

However, under Shang Jin's terrified gaze, she had no choice but to obey and followed behind him pitifully, like a little slave who had been oppressed by a landlord.

"Weng weng …"

The room was so quiet that only the sound of hair blowing could be heard. One person was enjoying the silence, but the other person was feeling very unhappy.

After waiting until his hair had dried, Shang Jin did not have the intention to let Jian Ning leave.

Jian Ning felt her scalp go numb, and she muttered: "If Mr. Shang doesn't have anything else, I'll head back to my room first."

"Jian Ning, I do not wish for you to use such a foolish method to achieve your goal."

"Stupid?" Jian Ning frowned in puzzlement.

Shang Jin nodded and sent her the information he had prepared earlier.

"If it was me, I would have taken care of it when the news came out. You shouldn't have gone to find Zhang Zhikun."

He never thought that Yue Yang would know that he went to look for Zhang Zhikun. Jian Ning's thoughts went back and forth, and finally found a reason to refute her.

"I want to rely on my own abilities to resolve this. If I find Zhang Zhikun for help, I can get my hands on the information faster, no?"

Shang Jin shook his head in disapproval as he turned his wheelchair with his back facing Jian Ning.

"With Zhang Zhikun helping you, others would think that you have already chosen Zhang Zhikun. As for the others, how can you approach them?"

These words caused Jian Ning to become silent. She had indeed never thought of this, and at the moment, she had not thought of a better way to save her.

"I'm sorry." She choked on her apology. She had been too arrogant at this mistake.

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't be so willful. After considering things and not caring about the past, I made a mistake today."

With her good attitude of admitting her wrongs, Shang Jin did not pursue the matter and only looked at her quietly.

"Go find Ren Dehua, and push this all onto Zhang Zhikun. You're just a little girl, other than design, you don't understand anything else."

Jian Ning nodded, and turned to leave.

After she left, Shang Jin smacked his sore knee. It was really tiring to take care of Jian Ning's matter today.

After Jian Ning returned, she did not immediately contact Ren Dehua. Instead, she changed into a set of clothes and went out of her room to the hospital.

A few minutes after she left, Song Ge immediately told Shang Jin about this matter.

Only, Shang Jin had his eyes closed the entire time, so it was impossible to tell how he was feeling.

"Song Ge, in the direction of your scheming, you should learn more from Jian Ning."

Shang Jin opened his eyes and smiled at Song Ge.

Song Ge who had sent Jian Ning to the hospital might not understand, but Shang Jin really did understand.

The hospital had Wen Lengyun. Every time she felt helpless, she would go to the hospital.

This time, she wanted Ren Dehua to understand that she did not want to do these things herself.

In the white cold sickroom, Jian Ning placed the fresh lilies in a bottle and sat at the side, quietly watching her.

"Mom, I'm really tired. Can you wake up quickly? I don't know how long I can last while beating myself up."

She held Wen Lengyun's hand and laid on her body as she cried in grievance.

Tears fell from the corner of his eyes onto the quilt. Don't faint and become a dark stain on the water.

In the room, no one replied her, but Jian Ning felt that it was especially quiet, and she liked this feeling.

When Ren Dehua received the news that Jian Ning had arrived at the hospital, he hurriedly rushed over. He wanted to ask his about the situation today.

At the door, he stopped abruptly.

Looking at Jian Ning who was leaning on Wen Lengyun, he could not bear to disturb her, and did not want to see her lonely.

"Knock —"

He knocked on the door politely, and smiled at Jian Ning before entering.

"Uncle Ren."

Jian Ning politely stood up and greeted Ren Dehua. Her eyes were red, and she avoided Ren Dehua's gaze.

Ren Dehua slowly walked in front of her, his scorching gaze fixated on her body the entire time.

"Xiao Ning, I always thought that you were not a muddleheaded girl, why did you want to walk together with Zhang Zhikun?"

Jian Ning laughed bitterly, lowered her head, looked at her feet, and said helplessly: "This morning, father was unwilling to believe me. Director Zhang had told me about mother's matter in the past, and I wanted to ask about it.

She pouted, as if she wanted to cry or not. This made Ren Dehua's heart tighten, and he didn't dare to question her anymore.

Seeing that his expression had eased up, ridicule could be seen in his eyes that were covered by his eyelashes.

Ren Dehua looked at Wen Lengyun who was lying on the bed and was stunned.

"Uncle Ren?"

He had been staring at his mother the whole time and Jian Ning was a little unhappy.

"Your mother is a good woman, and your father is not worthy to have her. However, if you want to know anything about her, you can ask me directly. There is no need to pass through other people."

"Oh, I know."

Jian Ning's obedient answer made Ren Dehua very satisfied. He slightly squinted his eyes, and looked at Jian Ning with a high and mighty attitude.

"If Zhang Zhikun comes looking for you again, just tell him that as long as I, Ren Dehua, am here, he shouldn't even think about putting all that nonsense onto you."

After he finished speaking, Ren Dehua felt a lot more comfortable in his heart. In front of Wen Lengyun, he felt a little proud that he had said such words.

He turned around and looked at Wen Lengyun, and said in the bottom of his heart: "Look, did I manage to do it?