"I don't have any either."

His tone became more authoritative: "Do you want me to send someone over to find you right now?"

I moved my mouth, holding the phone speechlessly, then felt a wave of helplessness and had to change my mind: "Okay... I have a minor cut on my arm, just treated it, a couple of bandages will do."

"Just a superficial injury?"

"Um."

Are you in your studio or at home?

"studio."

"Go back, stop working. Make sure the doors and windows are closed tonight. Call me if anything unexpected happens, and I'll help you handle it."

I listened to his instructions in a daze, not understanding why I should obediently let him arrange everything.

We have absolutely no relationship.

But his words and actions made it seem as if he were treating me as his girlfriend.

"Um... he's already gone, everything's fine now, and my injury really is just a scrape, there's no need to make such a fuss—"

I think there's no need to make such a big deal out of it, to be so overly cautious.

After all, the beatings I received in the Jiang family when I was a child were all much more severe than this.

This injury is nothing to me.

But before I could finish speaking, Su Shenglin interrupted me again. This time, his tone was gentle and full of concern: "Jiang Wan, you are a girl. Don't take such a disregard for yourself. It won't hurt to put your work aside for a while."

My nerves jolted, and a wave of bittersweet emotions suddenly surged in my chest.

Over the years, even Gu Yanqing has never said such tender and warm words to me—saying that a girl should cherish herself.

Over the years, I've become accustomed to being strong, brave, and even feisty, and I've never felt like a girl who needs to be cared for.

“Okay…” My attitude suddenly softened, and I said slowly, “I understand, I’ll leave in a bit.”

"Okay, I'll be good."

obedient……

These two words flashed through my mind again, stirring up ripples and disturbing a pool of spring water.

After hanging up the phone, I sat there blankly for a while, pondering the deeper meaning behind Su Shenglin's concern.

Is it still just about repaying a debt of gratitude?

Or is it concern between friends?

Or is it an ambiguous relationship between a man and a woman?

As I finished tidying up my studio and was about to leave, my phone rang again.

It turned out to be a call from Butler Zhou.

"Good evening, Butler Zhou." I answered the phone politely.

Butler Zhou said, "Miss Jiang, the second young master said that you have an arm injury and it is inconvenient for you to drive. The driver has already left home. There are few cars on the road now, and it should take about half an hour to get to your company building."

I was flattered and quickly declined, saying, "No need, no need. I can drive myself, and even if I can't drive, I can take a taxi. There's no need to trouble the driver to make the trip so late."

"Master Zhang has already set off. Just wait a bit, don't make the second young master worry."

Since Butler Zhou said that, I couldn't refuse and could only thank him repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, I checked the time; it was nine o'clock at night.

Someone rushed over to take me home, and then I had to go back to Suyuan, which took until 11 o'clock.

I feel deeply guilty.

Since I still had to wait for Master Zhang, I sat down again and continued drawing the design, but I just couldn't settle my mind.

Su Shenglin kept replaying in my mind.

By the way, what was the reason he called me in the first place? I forgot to ask when he called again just now.

Thinking about this, I was about to call him, but I was worried that he was still busy with work and that calling him rashly would delay his important business.

After thinking it over, I sent a WeChat message.

[Manager Zhou just called to say that Driver Zhang is coming from Suyuan to my company to take me home. This is really too much trouble; I can drive myself.]

[Also, what was the reason you called me in the first place? I forgot to ask earlier.]

If you're busy, let's talk about it tomorrow.

After sending these three messages, I put down my phone, leaned on my workbench, and sighed softly.

Unexpectedly, my phone soon rang. I sat up, picked up the phone, and saw that Su Shenglin had replied with a voice message.

“It’s safer for Mr. Zhang to take you home, no need to be polite. I just called and there was nothing wrong. My sister told me that she went to your studio during the day and saw that you were almost finished with my clothes, so I just wanted to ask her about it.”

I see.

I smiled slightly and replied directly with a voice message: "The pattern for the clothes has been made. I'll show it to you when you get back from your business trip."

He replied with one word: Okay.

I figured he was still busy, so I didn't chat much. I just replied, "I won't bother you anymore," and that was the end of it.

Half an hour later, Mr. Zhang arrived at my company building in his Hongqi L5. I got in the car and let Mr. Zhang take me home.

After arriving home, out of politeness, I informed Su Shenglin again.

But he didn't reply, and I don't know if he was already resting or too busy to check his phone.

When I woke up the next morning, I habitually picked up my phone first, and was surprised to find that he had replied to me at three in the morning: "I understand."

I was startled and checked the time again: 3:05.

I've been busy until so late.

I couldn't help but frown, feeling a pang of heartache. I remembered what Chen Muxi had said that day, asking me to help keep an eye on her brother and tell him not to work so hard and not take care of his health.

I had no right to say this, but at this moment, the impulse suddenly came to my lips.

However, as I was about to reply to his WeChat message, I suddenly realized that he was probably sleeping, and if his phone wasn't on silent, a notification from WeChat might wake him up.

So, I'll remind you next time we contact each other.

It's Friday, time to get up and go to work.

While washing up, I looked at my arm again and carefully peeled off the bandage.

The cut has stopped bleeding, but the skin around the wound is peeling up, and it hurts when the clothes touch it.

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