Chu Wuyang pushed open the door and entered the ward carrying a bunch of yellow chrysanthemums. The ward was quiet.
She lowered her voice.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"
As soon as Jian Zhou saw her arrive, he immediately struggled to sit up.
Her brow furrowed, and she quickly stepped forward to press her hand on his shoulder, her voice soft.
"Don't move around, just lie there and rest."
Jian Zhou's face was still pale from illness, but her eyes were clear and bright.
He tilted his head slightly.
He glanced at the bunch of golden chrysanthemums on the bedside table, and a gentle smile curved his thin lips.
"Thank you, these are beautiful flowers."
Chu Wuyang lowered her head slightly and chuckled twice.
The soup she brought was forcibly taken away, so she came in empty-handed.
It was somewhat awkward overall.
I happened to see someone carrying flowers walking by in the corridor.
Without much hesitation, she bought it on the spot at a high price.
Given Jingmin's neurotic tendencies, she now strongly suspects that he was the one who arranged for the person holding the chrysanthemum.
"Your injury, actually..."
"Sister Yangyang,"
Jian Zhou interrupted her, his tone gentle and apologetic.
"I was too reckless that night and drank too much, which made you worry... I'm sorry, it was just an accident, it's okay."
Chu Wuyang was speechless for a moment.
Even the ramen noodle hair can tell.
That "accident" was deliberately orchestrated, and this person was clearly connected to her.
But Jian Zhou, even at this critical moment, still preserved her dignity by taking all the blame upon himself.
He must have sensed something, and perhaps even vaguely guessed who that person was.
Although Jian Zhou was slow-witted, he was not stupid.
She had seen Jingmin in her room at the club earlier that morning, and then she recalled the inexplicable hostility he had shown her later… one thing led to another.
He probably already had a pretty good idea of what had happened.
Jingmin's married status, coupled with her "open infidelity," is enough to embarrass her.
That's why Jian Zhou gently covered for her.
They seemed to understand each other implicitly.
Chu Wuyang's barely concealed guilt instantly surged into a heavy, oppressive feeling in her chest.
She had originally come to visit him, and incidentally brought up the topic of her dismissal.
But right now, before the words can even be spoken...
Jian Zhou had already taken on all the hardships for her.
Her expression froze for a moment, a brief look of shame and embarrassment crossing her face.
"President Chu?"
Chu Wuyang looked up in an instant.
Jian Zhou's tone was very formal, something he only used when working.
"I've injured my leg, which makes many of my jobs inconvenient. I'd like to... resign and focus on recovering."
She paused, her fingers unconsciously tightening, her grip on the bag becoming deformed—inside were the termination contract she had prepared beforehand, and a card for severance pay.
My chest feels slightly swollen.
She knew Jian Zhou's family better than anyone else.
The mother's exorbitant medical bills, the mess of debts left by the father,
And then there's all the overtime and part-time work he's done over the years... He's like a machine that never stops, never daring to relax for a moment.
She used various pretexts to raise his salary and give him bonuses, trying her best to lighten his burden without him noticing.
But those were never acts of charity; they were what he deserved.
Fortunately, she had enough money in the card she held—enough to pay off all his debts.
This will also give him some breathing room in his future life.
Jian Zhou has the ability, and wherever he goes in the future, things will only get better than they are now.
Chu Wuyang took a light breath and nodded slowly, her tone calm.
"Okay, thank you for all these years... You've had a tough time."
She loosened her grip on the bag.
They did not present a prepared termination contract.
"In a couple of days, your legal and financial representatives will contact you to discuss the details of the compensation... Feel free to make any requests you may have."
Jian Zhou did not refuse, but simply nodded.
The problems he faces are very real.
A broken bone would take several months to heal, which is a conservative estimate, but my mother's medical expenses and debts cannot wait even a day longer.
He paused for a moment, changed his tone, and called her name again.
"Sister Yangyang."
Her gentle voice lacked the restraint of a professional tone, sounding more like the advice of a friend.
“You need people around you, but it’s not easy to find suitable people to take over in a short time.”
"Moreover, things are not peaceful in Haicheng recently. Some new capital from outside is waiting for an opportunity to enter the market, and the competition for projects is becoming increasingly complicated. If you don't have anyone by your side to support you, you may have a hard time dealing with those old foxes."
He paused, the concern in his eyes impossible to conceal.
"Perhaps we should discuss with the initial board members and adjust the group's management plan."
“I’ve heard that the new projects overseas are progressing very well, especially in Country T. Perhaps… they would be more suitable for you.”
The words were spoken tactfully.
But Chu Wuyang understood immediately.
Jian Zhou saw through the fact that she was being controlled by someone—and perhaps even guessed who it was—which is why he subtly advised her to leave Haicheng and avoid the situation.
Most importantly,
The T Kingdom's royal family once escalated the incident into a diplomatic crisis due to the Kim family's involvement in the theft of royal jewels.
The final announcement restricted all members of the Kim family from entering the country.
If she goes there, it's practically a natural safe haven.
Chu Wuyang couldn't help but chuckle, a knowing glint in his eyes.
"...As expected of the First Special Assistant, you and I are thinking the same thing, that's exactly what I was thinking."
Upon hearing this, Jian Zhou's expression finally relaxed somewhat.
"That's good."
Jian Zhou's words, in a way, were like a silent comfort to Chu Wuyang.
At least in his eyes,
She is not the kind of shameless "third party," nor is she a laughingstock entangled with a "married man."
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