An Xiao Miao thought she was being monitored

This sentence was like a heavy stone thrown into a stagnant pond, causing huge waves in Lin Yu'an's heart.

An unfamiliar, surging warmth suddenly broke through the dam of pain and instantly swept through his cold limbs and bones.

The heart beat wildly in the chest, turning into an astringent and indescribable throbbing.

He stared blankly at Gu Lin's face which was so close to him.

Under the pale light of the ward, that cold, sharply defined face had a dark tide in its deep eye sockets that he could not understand.

That look was too deep, too heavy, carrying an unquestionable sense of control.

Are you touched?

There was a small voice in my heart screaming, almost breaking through my throat.

How could he not be moved? When he was at his most embarrassed, helpless, and even thought he was going to lose his job, this arrogant, cold and inhuman boss came down like a god and told him in the most powerful way: I have your back.

But the next second, stronger rationality was like a cold tide, instantly extinguishing the unrealistic warmth that had just ignited.

Lin Yu'an, wake up!

He slapped himself hard in his heart.

Who is Gu Lin?

He is the CEO of Gu Group who has the final say and a decisive king in the business world.

Who was Lin Yu'an? Just a secretary who had risen to a high position by chance and could be replaced at any time.

The boss needs a secretary who is in good shape and can function efficiently, that's all.

This has nothing to do with personal feelings, it is purely a work requirement and a kind of "maintenance" of subordinates' resources by superiors.

Just like an expensive machine that breaks down, the owner will try to fix it as quickly as possible.

He is now the machine that is temporarily down.

Lin Yu'an lowered his eyes, and his thick eyelashes cast a small shadow on his pale cheek, hiding the complex emotions surging in his eyes.

He moved the hand that Gu Lin had pinned to the bed, trying to break free from the grip that was too hot and too heavy. His voice was low and submissive: "...Thank you, Mr. Gu. I...I will get back to work as soon as possible."

He deliberately emphasized the word "work", as if to draw a line, or to remind himself.

Gu Lin's brows knitted slightly, and his deep eyes lingered on Lin Yu'an's face, which he deliberately avoided, for a few seconds, as if examining the deliberately distant "understanding" in his words.

Instead of loosening his grip, he tightened his fingers, using just enough pressure to convey an unquestionable control without hurting him.

"Recover?" Gu Lin's voice returned to its usual coldness, but if you listened carefully, it seemed to be a little less icy than usual.

"The doctor said that with a fractured bone and internal bleeding, you need to stay in bed for at least two weeks. You don't need to worry about work."

He paused, his eyes sweeping across Lin Yu'an's pale face. "Healing your injuries is my only task right now."

After saying this, he finally released the hand that was holding Lin Yu'an's wrist.

The sudden withdrawal of the coldness made the remaining touch on Lin Yu'an's wrist even clearer - a mark of being briefly protected by a powerful force.

Gu Lin stood up straight, and the overwhelming pressure subsided a little, but the entire ward was still shrouded in his aura.

He took out his phone and dialed a number with a swift movement. The voice was familiar to Lin Yu'an, the same commanding tone that was devoid of emotion when handling official business:

"Assistant Chen, three things."

"First, immediately contact the director of Renhe Hospital. VIP ward, the best orthopedic and internal medicine physicians, now. The patient is Lin Yu'an. I'll send you the patient's condition later."

"Secondly, investigate a man named Wang Qiang, currently in Ward 307 of this hospital. I want a detailed list of all his debts and criminal records from the past five years, and..." Gu Lin's voice suddenly dropped, carrying an icy chill, "make sure he, and everyone he knows who can still breathe, stay at least ten kilometers away from the names Lin Jiating and Lin Yu'an from now on. The means must be 'clean,' but the results must be 'impressive.' Do you understand me?"

"Third, deliver the documents that require my signature this afternoon and tomorrow morning to the new ward address."

Special Assistant Chen's clear, efficient, and no-nonsense response came from the other end of the line: "Understood, Mr. Gu. I'll handle it immediately."

Gu Lin hung up the phone. The whole process took less than a minute and was so quick and efficient that it was shocking.

Lin Jiating was stunned as she listened. The huge amount of information almost made her brain stop functioning.

Hospital transfer? VIP ward? The best doctor? And... dealing with Wang Qiang? "Clean but impressive"?

The look she gave Gu Lin was filled with awe and a hint of fear. This man seemed to be able to decide the life or death of her scumbag ex-husband with just a few casual words.

Lin Yu'an's heart also sank.

Gu Lin's efficiency was terrifyingly high, and his "impressive" assurance left him with no doubt about what Wang Qiang would encounter next.

Although he had no sympathy for that scumbag, Gu Lin's ability to make things happen with a wave of his hand made him clearly realize the insurmountable gap between them.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, such as "Mr. Gu, is this too much trouble?", "Actually, there is no need..." and other polite and pale words, but when he met Gu Lin's eyes that seemed to see through everything and carried an unquestionable command, all the words were stuck in his throat.

He could only lower his eyes again and whispered, "...I'm sorry to trouble Mr. Gu."

Soon, the transfer convoy arrived.

The high efficiency made Lin Yu'an realize what real "cash power" and "power" are.

He was carefully transferred to a stretcher and pushed into a luxury medical vehicle that was too spacious to look like an ambulance.

Sister Lin Jiating followed behind with Doupi in her arms, feeling helpless. Looking at everything in front of her, she felt like she was dreaming.

The VIP ward area of Renhe Hospital is as quiet as another world.

The corridor was covered with thick carpet, which absorbed all the sound of footsteps.

The air was filled with a light, soothing aroma of essential oils, replacing the pungent smell of disinfectant in ordinary hospitals.

Lin Yu'an's new ward is more like a luxurious hotel suite than a ward.

The spacious and bright living room is furnished with comfortable leather sofas and a huge LCD TV.

There is a separate living area, a fully equipped kitchenette, and even a luxurious bathroom with separate wet and dry areas and a bathtub.

His bed was located in the inner room. Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window was an exquisite balcony, allowing sunlight to pour in unimpeded.

The bed itself is spacious and comfortable, with various advanced medical monitoring equipment standing beside the bed, flashing soft indicator lights.

He was gently placed on a luxurious hospital bed, and a group of calm experts in white coats immediately surrounded him, conducting a detailed examination and handover.

Respectful and professional attitude.

Lin Jiating and Doupi were arranged to stay in the accompanying suite next door.

Everything was arranged in an orderly manner and they didn't have to worry about anything.

Lin Yu'an lay on the soft bed, looking at the bright sunshine outside the window, listening to the doctor's gentle advice, feeling the unprecedented comfort under his body, but his heart was empty. There was no joy of surviving the disaster, only a strong sense of unreality and... panic.

What was the price of all this? What he owed Gu Lin was probably more than just a job.

Just as his thoughts were in a mess, the door of the ward was knocked gently and then pushed open.

Gu Lin walked in.

He had tidied his appearance and his messy hair was now neat and tidy.

The open collar was buttoned up to the top button, and he took off his windbreaker and draped it over his arm, turning back into the meticulous and powerful President Gu.

But behind him was Special Assistant Chen, whose face was expressionless and even a little desperate. He was holding a thick file box in one hand and a very heavy-looking... laptop bag in the other?

No, that's more like a workstation of some kind.

Special Assistant Chen deftly placed the file box on the large coffee table in the living room.

Then, in the living room near the entrance of Lin Yu'an's ward, a desk was neatly set up...an ergonomic desk that was obviously expensive.

Then, he took out Gu Lin's iconic, powerful laptop, external monitor, keyboard and mouse, and even a pair of professional-looking noise-canceling headphones from the heavy bag and placed them neatly one by one.

Lin Yu'an was lying on the hospital bed in the inner room, staring at the scene through the open door in amazement.

"Special Assistant Chen?"

Chen Feng pretended not to hear and just did all this numbly.

Gu Lin took off his suit jacket and casually draped it over the back of the sofa, wearing only a well-tailored white shirt and dark trousers.

He walked to the makeshift desk, sat down smoothly, turned on the computer, and the cold light of the screen instantly illuminated his well-defined profile.

Without even looking up, he instructed Special Assistant Chen, "Notify them half an hour before the afternoon video conference. Also, send me the Q3 financial report analysis report first."

"Yes, Mr. Gu." Special Assistant Chen responded, quickly retreated, and gently closed the door of the ward.

The ward suddenly became quiet.

All that was left was the crisp sound of Gu Lin tapping on the keyboard and the occasional rustling of papers flipping.

Lin Yuan: “…”

He felt his ribs hurt even more, the kind of phantom pain that comes from being hit by an absurd reality.

What's the meaning?

President Gu...moved his office...into his own hospital room?!

Working here?!

An indescribable feeling of suffocation surged into Lin Yu'an's heart.

The little bit of complex emotion about "dependence" that just arose was instantly shattered by the cruel reality of the "work devil".

He lay there unable to move, like a fragile porcelain doll.

And his boss, less than five meters away from him, was calmly, efficiently and ruthlessly handling a business that might be worth hundreds of millions!

This huge contrast and the ubiquitous work pressure were more suffocating to him than Wang Qiang's fist!

Gu Lin seemed to be completely unaware of the complex and accusatory gaze from inside.

He stared at the screen intently, his fingers dancing on the keyboard, occasionally picking up the pen beside him to quickly annotate the document. The lines of his profile appeared particularly cold and focused under the light of the screen.

That concentration seemed to have enveloped the entire ward in the aura of Gu Group's efficient operation.

Lin Yu'an closed his eyes in despair.

Recovering from injuries? Resting? Staying by Gu Lin's side?

This is simply the biggest joke in the world!

He felt that he was not here to recuperate, but to work overtime as a supervisor!

The scent in the air is not the fragrance of essential oils, but the stench of money caused by capitalism exploiting labor!

Time passed slowly as Gu Lin tapped on the keyboard.

The sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows, moving spots of light across the carpet.

The nurse came in and changed Lin Yu'an's dressing gently.

But Lin Yu'an could feel that the nurses subconsciously lowered their footsteps when entering and leaving, not daring to breathe, and glanced in awe at the workaholic in the living room who exuded an aura of keeping strangers away.

Lin Yu'an is so bored that he's about to grow mushrooms.

Although the body cannot move, the mind is unusually active due to the pain and this strange environment.

He secretly glanced at Gu Lin's back.

Those broad shoulders, the straight back, the focused profile... Tsk, I have to admit, putting aside the attribute of being a "workaholic", this appearance is indeed extremely lethal.