Chapter 57 Low Emotional Intelligence
Seeing Jingrong staring at him without blinking, Zheng Yunhao's heartbeat suddenly slowed down for a second before returning to normal. A car horn sounded not far away. He looked over, smiled, and took Jingrong's hand from behind: "Come over."
Jing Rong held Zheng Yunhao's hand with his backhand, but he didn't move an inch. Zheng Yunhao only heard a sweet but calm voice beside his ear: "Oppa, don't be so gentle to everyone. It's easy to take it seriously."
Jung Yunho was stunned. Finally, he heard Jingrong call him "Oppa." His first reaction was a mixture of laughter and tears. What girl could say "touched" with such a calm, unwavering tone, as if she'd just drunk a bottle of water? Was this truly touching? Having previously categorized Jingrong as an unusual girl, Jung Yunho naturally applied unusual logic to his thinking. If any other girl had said that to him, he'd have wondered if she was hinting at feelings for him. But since Jingrong dared to entertain such a thought, Jung Yunho knew the next second he'd be faced with only two words: self-indulgent.
It was because Jing Rong's tone was too calm that Zheng Yunhao immediately "understood" Jing Rong a little more. This girl not only loves to pretend to be serious, but also has a low emotional intelligence! Speaking of emotional intelligence, this is a congenital defect. Zheng Yunhao knew that he couldn't blame Jing Rong, so he didn't care about her words. Naturally, frankly, even as a matter of course, he pulled Jing Rong forward: "What are you thinking about? Aren't you in a hurry to go to the hospital?"
Zheng Yunhao's reaction was completely different from what she had expected. Jing Rong couldn't help but frown. Was her hint too subtle? Or was this man's emotional intelligence so low that it was infuriating to both humans and gods? Jing Rong actually felt that the answer was undoubtedly the latter. She looked at Zheng Yunhao's back and thought about what he had done to her in the past few days. Would a man with high emotional intelligence really care about the daughter of his father's old classmate to the point of being misunderstood? It turned out that this was really not her fault. Jing Rong finally felt relieved, knowing that she had made a mistake. She directly pulled out the hand that Zheng Yunhao was holding and said calmly: "You are not afraid of being misunderstood, but I am worried."
It turned out that he had thought too much before! Zheng Yunhao confirmed his judgment, put his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, and walked in front of Jingrong with his long legs: "Let's go."
Chairman Xue was staying in a private hospital. As soon as she got out of the car, Jingrong quickly walked towards the inpatient department. Zheng Yunhao followed closely behind her. Chairman Xue's ward was on the 18th floor. After entering the elevator, Jingrong realized that there was someone missing next to her, so she asked Zheng Yunhao, "Where is your agent?"
"You just realized he's missing?"
"I was in such a hurry just now that I really didn't pay attention."
"He went to buy lunch nearby and will be back soon."
Then he remembered that Jung Yunho didn't eat much on the plane, and he followed him to the hospital without stopping after getting off the plane. Jingrong looked at Jung Yunho and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you."
"Don't be so polite, this is what I should do."
As they were talking, the elevator opened, and Jing Rong and Zheng Yunhao came out side by side. The entire 18th floor, with only a few wards, was very quiet. When Jing Rong first came out, she almost thought she had walked into the wrong place. This place didn't look like a ward at all. There were two bodyguards standing at the door of President Xue's ward. As Jing Rong walked over, they bowed to her and said, "Miss."
Jing Rong nodded: "Is father awake..." Before he finished speaking, the door of the ward opened and Zhang Jingran came out. Seeing Jing Rong, he was quite surprised: "The president is back so soon? The meeting at the branch office..."
"Everything has been arranged over there." Jing Rong said simply, glancing into the ward, "Is my dad okay?"
"The president just woke up, and the doctor said he's doing fine. You don't have to worry too much." Zhang Jingran said as he was about to move aside to let Jingrong in. When he switched his gaze, he realized there was someone following Jingrong. It was Jung Yunho, with no makeup on. Zhang Jingran didn't recognize him. Moreover, he and Jingrong didn't have much of a connection before, so Zhang Jingran wouldn't easily think of him as the real person. So he looked at Jingrong in astonishment, "Who is this..."
Zhang Jingran was stunned. Wasn't their president's trip to Japan to meet her boyfriend this time, but instead spent many days with the handsome guy behind her? Zhang Jingran, who was only busy complaining, had no idea that his president was so arrogant and two-timing under someone's nose. How shameless it was. He had heard too much about Miss Xue's great achievements from people around him before, and finally had the opportunity to see her in person. He even worked with Jing Rong for several months. But by then, Jing Rong had "turned over a new leaf" and showed no signs of the ridiculous behavior rumored by the outside world. Now that he finally saw the skills that belonged to Miss Xue, Zhang Jingran was immediately delighted.
Jing Rong, already feeling embarrassed because he'd misjudged his thoughts, felt even more embarrassed when he saw Zhang Jingran's undisguised look of astonishment. "Assistant Zhang, aren't you an elite talent? Is it really okay to show your emotions so openly, as if you're afraid others won't know what you're thinking?"
The president and the former assistant president were grumbling in unison. Seeing that Jingrong had no intention of speaking, Zheng Yunhao stepped forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with Jingrong across from Zhang Jingran. He introduced himself, "Hello, my last name is Zheng. I'm Jingrong's friend. I'm here with her to visit President Xue. What's your name?"
"Hello, Mr. Zheng. My last name is Zhang, and I'm the president's assistant." Zhang Jingran regained his composure in a split second, shaking hands gracefully with Jung Yunho. He then stepped back to make room and gestured for him to come in. "Please come in and talk. The nurse will be here soon to arrange for the president to rest."
President Xue also noticed the movement at the door and asked Zhang Jingran in a deep voice, "Jingran, who is outside?"
"The president and her friend came to see you."
Jing Rong entered the ward, but before he could speak, President Xue said, "Aren't you in Japan?"
"I heard you were in the hospital, so I came back early."
President Xue said in a deep voice: "It's not a big deal, is it worth making such a fuss?"
Zhang Jingran laughed and said, "President, I took it upon myself to tell the president before asking for your consent."
President Xue's expression softened. "I'm not talking about you, Jingran. Don't you have to go get busy? Go now."
"Yes." Zhang Jingran smiled at Jingrong and Zheng Yunhao, then walked out of the ward with his briefcase.
Chairman Xue looked at Jing Rong and asked, "If you come back early, what will happen to the meeting at the branch office?"
"I've arranged everything, don't worry."
Chairman Xue nodded. His biggest feeling from this illness was finally admitting he was truly old. As people age, they become weaker, and he unconsciously began to reflect on his life. Although he had been a leader in the business world, there were also some unsatisfactory aspects. His biggest headache before was his only daughter, who knew how to do nothing but eat, drink, and have fun. Now, she was finally coming into her own, yet she was so distant from him that their relationship sometimes even paled in comparison to the harmonious one he had with his junior, Zhang Jingran.
Chairman Xue couldn't help but feel regretful. This time, Jing Rong rushed back from Japan as soon as he heard that he was hospitalized. He was actually very relieved, but he had been used to being tough all his life, and there was no reason for him to soften at this moment and let others look down on him. So he was full of dominance and looked very dissatisfied. But after hearing Jing Rong's words, he really had no reason to keep a gloomy face. Chairman Xue sighed inwardly, looked up at Zheng Yunhao, and asked, "Who is this friend of yours?"
Without waiting for Jing Rong to speak, Zheng Yunhao bowed to President Xue and said, "Hello, President Xue, my name is Zheng Yunhao, and my father was your college classmate. We met at another party, and perhaps you forgot. Today, I happened to be on the same flight as Jing Rongxi. She told me you were unwell, so I came here with her. I apologize for disturbing you."
Chairman Xue half-sat up and looked at Zheng Yunhao with a little more spirit in his eyes: "Are you Zheng Yangxianxi's son?"
"Yes, President Xue."
"Your father and I have known each other for half our lives, so just call him uncle." President Xue showed a slight smile on his face.
Jung Yunho readily agreed: "Okay, Uncle Xue."
Chairman Xue nodded in response, then glanced at Jingrong and turned to chat with Zheng Yunhao: "Is your father okay? He used to exercise regularly, so he should be much better than me."
Jung Yunho was a bit awkward around girls, but he was quite adept at chatting with the elders. In just a few minutes, President Xue had already treated him as kindly as if he were his own son or nephew. "Yunho, I think I heard from your father that you're a star now? I heard you're the captain of a top boy band?"
"We're not the number one boy band, but we are indeed in the singing business." Jung Yunho smiled modestly. Jing Rong stood beside him for a while and decided to go out to find Chairman Xue's attending physician to find out more about the situation. As soon as the door opened, Jung Yunho's agent came in carrying a lot of things.
"Jingrongxi, come and get it for me!" The agent ordered Jingrong without any hesitation.
"Why did you buy so many things, senior?"
The agent looked down at the fruit plate and some supplements he was carrying and asked, "Is it a lot? I'm afraid it's too little!" It was their Yunhaoxi's first time meeting his parents, and he was afraid that people would think these things were too shabby.
Jing Rong was still polite and said, "My dad has everything here, you really don't need to be so polite."
"No big deal, I'm not paying for it anyway." The manager smiled and walked past Jingrong, bowing to President Xue and saying, "Hello, President Xue, I'm Yunhaoxi's manager."
President Xue nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."
"You're welcome." The manager spontaneously walked to the sofa with his things in his hands, bent down and placed the things on the table, and said, "Yunhao, Jingrongxi, come and eat something before it gets cold."
President Xue asked Jingrong: "You haven't eaten yet?"
Jingrong nodded: "Senior Yunhao didn't have time to eat because he was accompanying me."
"Then you guys should eat quickly." President Xue glanced at Zheng Yunhao, closed his eyes and said, "Leave after eating, it's almost time for me to rest." Because he had a bad heart and was a little overworked, the nurses were particularly strict with his schedule during his hospitalization.
Coming out of the ward, Jingrong said to Zheng Yunhao, "I'm sorry to bother you today. Seniors, please go back first. I'll go talk to the doctor."
Jung Yunho nodded: "Okay, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me."
"OK."
When Jingrong left the hospital, Big Bang's event was halfway through and it was halftime. The group took the time to eat a simple lunch. Quan Zhilong asked Jin Nanguo while holding the bowl: "Brother, where is my phone?"
“The event isn’t over yet.”
"I'm just taking a look and I'll give it to you later."
"what are you up to?"
"What else can I do? Report to his girlfriend." Shengli winked at Jin Nanguo, "Brother Nanguo, your question is so unskillful!"
Jin Nanguo then reluctantly took out Quan Zhilong's phone and threw it to him, saying, "Ms. Xue from your family called this morning."
Quan Zhilong was turning on the camera and asked without even looking up, "What did she tell you?"
"She said her father was in the hospital and she bought a plane ticket last minute. I think she's in Seoul now," Jin Nanguo recounted simply. "Because she was in a hurry, she didn't bring any luggage. She said if it's convenient for you, just pack it up and check it in for her."
The author has something to say: I heard that the younger friends were not very enthusiastic this time, and the author is about to cry┭┮﹏┭┮
Never mind, I’m off to see Professor Do. Good night, my friends!
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