"Master Fu, sob sob sob..."

"Qingqing, don't cry...it hurts..." No matter how much he wiped away her tears, they wouldn't stop, making his heart ache.

Fu Jue lowered his hand and instead gripped her hand tightly.

"It hurts? Master Fu, are you seriously injured? Are you about to die? No! Master Fu..." Gu Qingqing saw him frowning and pursing his lips, looking like he was in great pain.

When she got nervous, she would lean against his chest and hug him tightly, not caring whether she was pressing down on him or making him uncomfortable.

"Qingqing, be good, I'm fine, really. Go call Assistant Yin quickly and arrange things at the restaurant. Our news can't get out." Her weight made it hard for him to breathe. Even though he liked her embrace, he couldn't bear the pain of his injured back.

"Master Fu, umm... I'll listen to you." Gu Qingqing wiped away her tears. Even with tear stains all over her face and her eyes red and swollen, it didn't affect her beauty. On the contrary, her sobbing added a touch of delicate beauty.

She took her phone out of his pocket, found Assistant Yin's number, and dialed it immediately.

The other party answered the phone quickly, and she identified herself and explained to him that she and Fu Jue had been involved in an explosion at the restaurant.

Assistant Yin promised to arrive within three minutes, as he was also dining nearby. However, since it was a short trip, he took a walk in a nearby park when he had some free time.

Gu Qingqing helped Fu Jue up, and the two slowly walked fifty meters away and got into his Rolls-Royce.

Because they have to hide themselves, otherwise their faces might appear in newspapers and media news half an hour later, affecting the stock price of the Fu Group.

The fire at the Cantonese restaurant attracted a large crowd of onlookers. Some called the police, fire department, and ambulance, while several men stood at the restaurant entrance with fire extinguishers, trying to help put out the fire.

At that moment, Assistant Yin rushed over, opened the car door, and got in.

"Mr. Fu, how are you? What's the situation? Let's go to the hospital!" Receiving such a big piece of news really scared Assistant Yin. He never expected that such a terrible thing would happen when he had only been away from Mr. Fu for an hour.

It seems he'll have to stay by Master Fu's side 24/7 from now on, otherwise, if something happens to Master Fu one day, he'll be beaten to death by Old Master Fu.

Although Master Fu is very skilled in combat, he still has the ability to fight three opponents bare-handed.

However, one of his responsibilities is to protect Master Fu's personal safety, and this time he was careless, almost causing Master Fu to get into trouble.

"I'm alright, I'm not seriously injured, just a bump on my back that hurts for a short time. Let's go back to the Fu residence! I'll have the family doctor take a look at me." Fu Jue didn't want to go to the hospital; if he did, things would escalate.

"Okay, I'll go get the car. Mr. Fu, please bear with it. Miss Gu, please take care of Mr. Fu." Assistant Yin lifted Fu Jue's shirt and saw that there was no bleeding on his back, only a few bruises.

"Don't worry! I'll take good care of Fu Jue." Gu Qingqing replied, helping Fu Jue to lean on the leather seat.

Then she finally heard the sirens, followed by the deafening sounds of fire trucks and ambulances—it was like a trio.

Through the car window, she couldn't see the burning restaurant, only the fire trucks and ambulances speeding by.

Assistant Yin got into the driver's seat, skillfully drove the car, and quickly drove away from the scene of the accident.

It would be disgusting if someone with ulterior motives discovered that Fu Jue's car was near the restaurant where the explosion occurred, and if others saw him having lunch there, the bad guys would use it against him.

Because they were using the private driveway, and Assistant Yin was constantly pressing the accelerator, reaching a speed of 150 miles per hour, they arrived at the Fu residence in just ten minutes. Normally, even using the private driveway, it would take at least fifteen minutes.

Throughout the journey, Gu Qingqing took good care of Fu Jue, being very attentive and gentle.

She would tell him jokes from time to time to cheer him up and help him forget his pain. Because making him happy made her happy, and she felt that everything she did was worthwhile.

"Master Fu, let me help you inside." Gu Qingqing carefully helped him out of the car and then helped him into the house.

"I feel like their relationship has become closer." Unable to help, Assistant Yin could only wait at the door for the doctor to arrive. The wait was so boring that even five or ten minutes made him uncomfortable.

He made three phone calls, one of which was to have someone investigate the explosion at the Cantonese restaurant Fu Jue had visited. He felt that this was unusual and definitely not an ordinary kitchen explosion. He sensed a strange atmosphere and that there was definitely something seriously wrong.

After waiting for five minutes, Assistant Yin finally received Fu Jue's personal doctor. The two didn't exchange pleasantries or even greetings, but went straight to the point, with Assistant Yin explaining Fu Jue's true condition.

"Don't worry, I guarantee that Master Fu will recover his health as quickly as possible."

"Yes, thank you for your hard work."

Gu Qingqing helped Fu Juecai to the living room on the first floor and let him rest on the spacious sofa.

"Are you thirsty, Mr. Fu? You should have some water!" She poured a glass of cool water on the coffee table and personally fed it to him.

"You should drink too! Your lips are all dry." I imagine her throat must be very sore right now; she had been telling him stories to distract herself from her pain.

There was still a little less than half a glass of cooled boiled water in it. Fu Jue pushed the glass towards her lips. She didn't notice much, partly because her throat was sore. She simply tilted her head back and drank the water, finishing it in a few gulps.

Feeling a bit dry and itchy in her throat, she got up again, went to the coffee table, poured herself a large glass of water, and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

This completely quenched her thirst, and she felt very comfortable.

"So comfortable!" It's like sitting on the sofa for days without drinking water. Once you see an oasis, your eyes will light up. Whether it's real or an illusion, a mirage, you'll rush to the oasis to drink water and take another shower.

"You must be tired! Come and sit down." Fu Jue was happy to see her smile, which was a rare occurrence for him. She had been looking worried and distressed about his injury.

"Hmm." Feeling instantly relaxed, Gu Qingqing actually felt quite tired. She lay down on another sofa to rest, her sleeping posture casual, not caring about her image at all.

After all, so much had happened in just one morning. The original owner's physical strength was limited, and she had to fight three bad guys and then escape an explosion.

"Mr. Fu, Dr. Lu has arrived." Assistant Yin led Dr. Lu, who was in his early forties, into the living room on the first floor.

"Hello, Dr. Lu." Fu Jue still respected Dr. Lu very much. For the past ten years, Dr. Lu had been treating him. He understood his body very well. Every time he was sick, Dr. Lu would prescribe a small amount of medicine, but it would be very effective. He could be cured in three or four days.

"Mr. Fu, lie down, I'll examine you." Dr. Lu quickly pressed down Fu Jue, who was about to greet him, as he dared not let his boss get up to greet him.

Gu Qingqing didn't dare to cause any trouble. When Assistant Yin and the others came in, she quickly sat down and didn't dare to move.

She and Assistant Yin held their breath, not making a sound to disturb Dr. Lu's examination of Fu Jue. She was also fortunate enough to see his back, which had very fair skin.