Chapter 42: Add a strawberry cake
Mo Ziyuan got up and left, while Shi Jingsheng remained sitting there. Since he was already alright, there was no rush.
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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Instructor Zhu's hand holding the phone trembled slightly, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. He took a deep breath and finally mustered up the courage to press the call button.
At this moment, a stifling silence filled the office building. Everyone had their heads down, and even their breathing was unconsciously softened.
"Are you all useless? Look at what you've made..."
The man's voice was interrupted by the ringing of his phone. He picked up his phone, glanced at it, and said to Zhao Ming beside him.
"Ask him what's wrong." Then the phone was tossed over.
The man with the phone didn't dare to delay and quickly walked out of the office.
"Instructor Zhu, the young master is in a meeting. Is there anything I can help you with?"
The instructor Zhu across from them was stuttering. Mo Shao was not someone to be trifled with. The student in front of them was puzzled by the dignified instructor Zhu's behavior and whispered among himself.
"Is Instructor Zhu calling Young Master Mo?"
“Definitely. Don’t you think about it? If Young Master Lin isn’t here, he’ll definitely call Young Master Mo.” Another student chimed in, his eyes full of inquiry.
While wiping Lin Yiluo's blood, Wen Shuyu really wanted to snatch the phone from Instructor Zhu, but unfortunately, he didn't dare.
"Zhao...Zhao Ming, Miss...she..." Instructor Zhu's hesitant words made Zhao Ming frown.
"What happened to her? Wasn't she at training? Didn't you see her?"
No...no.
"Then say it!"
How come a grown man who's been following Young Master Mo for so long is still stuttering? His dawdling is really...
"She is injured."
After saying this, Instructor Zhu immediately felt a great sense of relief.
Zhao Ming fell silent, his grip on his phone tightened suddenly, his mind went blank for a moment, and he asked uncertainly.
"Say it again?"
"Zhao Ming, I've said this so many times, you should go find the young master right now."
"Okay, okay."
The moment the call ended, Zhao Ming practically rushed into his office, not even bothering to knock on the door.
"Young Master, Miss...she's had an accident."
The man sitting in the main seat stood up upon hearing this.
Meeting adjourned.
As Mo Ziyuan left, the oppressive atmosphere in the conference room instantly dissipated, and gossip ignited.
"Miss? Which Miss?"
"I'm sure it's not Miss Zhou Xiao."
"I think so too..."
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The girl sitting on the ground didn't want Wen Shuyu to hug her, but Wen Shuyu was also very stubborn. He knelt on one knee, his tone filled with helplessness, and his fingertips were still stained with the dark red blood he had just used to stop her bleeding.
"What's wrong with giving me a hug? Just one hug, otherwise how will you get home?"
“I can go back by myself.”
"Your leg is injured."
He stretched out his blood-stained hand and spoke to the girl.
"Look for yourself, is this your blood?"
“It’s mine!” Lin Yiluo turned her head away, her stubborn strands of hair brushing against the corners of her reddened eyes.
"Let me carry you back right away, aren't you in pain?"
The two were arguing, and the other instructors couldn't or dared to get a word in edgewise. Suddenly, Instructor Zhu, whose back was soaked in cold sweat, felt a heavy weight on his back as the other instructors slapped his shoulder hard.
"Alright, Lao Zhu, what do you suggest we do? I was supposed to have you take care of Miss, but what have you done? Are you unhappy because the young master made you run more than 10 kilometers last time?"
"Shut up, don't talk nonsense. I don't have the guts."
When Zhixia and Zhiqiu arrived, they felt extremely sorry for the girl when they saw her condition.
Zhi Xia: "Miss, let me carry you back."
"Zhixia, I'm very heavy, you can't carry me, I can go back by myself."
But Zhixia insisted and picked up Lin Yiluo directly. Wen Shuyu stood there, watching Zhixia's decisive action, and belatedly realized his regret—if only he had just picked her up directly, he wouldn't have had to waste so much breath!
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When Mo Ziyuan returned, he saw a girl in a nightgown on the sofa bending over and trying to pick at the candy on the table.
Before he could even speak, the girl had already grabbed the candy, torn open the wrapper, and immediately popped it into her mouth.
After finishing the candy, he looked around guiltily.
"Spit it out."
The deep voice startled Lin Yiluo, who looked up to meet Mo Ziyuan's darkened gaze. The man was still wearing a suit, his leather shoes making a steady sound on the floor. He loosened his tie with one hand and held out his other hand in front of her.
The girl who had been secretly eating the candy looked up at Mo Ziyuan, but seeing his determined gaze, she could only droop her head and spit the half-melted candy into his palm with a pitiful expression.
"Has Shi Jingsheng not arrived yet? Let me take a look at the wound."
The injured girl generously showed her wounds.
The wound on her knee wasn't very big, but it broke the skin and bled. Lin Yiluo's skin was delicate and easily turned red with the slightest touch, which looked a bit scary.
"Does it hurt?"
With a man as an outlet, Lin Yiluo burst into tears.
She clung to the man's waist, sobbing uncontrollably.
"It hurts, it hurts so much, I'm in so much pain, I'm bleeding."
The man standing there sighed softly and gently patted the girl's back with his large hand.
"Okay, brother, I understand. It won't hurt after the bandage is bandaged for a while. How about we eat strawberry pudding then?"
Lin Yiluo raised her head, rubbing her eyes that had just been crying, and said.
"And strawberry cake."
"Okay, let's add a strawberry cake too."
As soon as the man agreed, the girl grabbed Mo Ziyuan's sleeve with her hand, which had just been used to wipe away tears, and began to say sweet words.
"Brother Ziyuan, you are so kind."
"Oh? What's so good about it?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly with each laugh.
"You're a good person, you're good to me, and you're also very gentle and handsome..."
As expected, she had taken Mo Ziyuan's things; she kept showering him with compliments.
"Yes, I am indeed good. You should remember how good your brother is."
"Okay."
"Ahem, what are you two doing there?"
The man we'd been waiting for finally arrived.
Mo Ziyuan: "Why are you so late?"
"It's still late. If I hurry, I'll run a red light."
"Hello, Brother Jingsheng."
Upon hearing Lin Yilu speak, Shi Jingsheng was delighted, but his gaze fell upon the girl's knees and he instantly felt a pang of heartache.
“Baby Yiluo is hurt. Let your brother take a look.”
Mo Ziyuan really couldn't stand him like this. Damn it, what is he doing with that?
"Show her right away."
The smell of disinfectant immediately filled the air, and Lin Yiluo started to shed tears again.
"Ouch!"
Go easy on me.
The man who was being disinfected was truly wronged; how could he possibly accept this?
The gauze was wrapped around the wound layer by layer, and finally the man tied it into a pretty bow.
"How does Jing Sheng's styling look? Does it look good?"
"nice."
"I'll prescribe some more anti-inflammatory medicine for you. Take some every day. Also, avoid spicy food so your wound will heal faster."
Mo Ziyuan: "Will it leave a scar?"
"No, I'll get you some medicine. Apply it to her every day, and come back to me to change the dressing when the wound is almost healed."
"good."
The candlelight flickered gracefully on the carved dining table. Servants filed in carrying gilded platters, and perhaps because Shi Jingsheng was present, the dishes were exceptionally plentiful. The butler bowed and stepped aside.
"Young master, all the dishes have been served."
Mo Ziyuan was about to bend down and hug the girl when he saw Lin Yilu staring longingly at the dishes on the table.
Shi Jingsheng: "Hahaha, Yiluo baby, why don't you stay at my place? I'll make sure you eat delicious food every day."
"Okay...it doesn't seem like that will work."
The girl changed her mind before she could finish speaking; she was genuinely tempted. She wasn't a rabbit; she couldn't possibly eat those awful meals every day.
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