Chapter 43 Wake Up

When Jiang Wu woke up again, he was already in the hospital ward. Han Zhong was sitting on a chair beside the bed, looking at him. When he saw him wake up, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Awake?"

Jiang Wu saw that he was still wearing the suit he wore at the auction. He didn't know how long he had slept for a moment, and said blankly, "... Yeah."

"Are you hungry?"

“A little.”

Han Zhong picked up his phone and sent a message to Yao Ping, then continued to look at him. Jiang Wu felt guilty, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"One good news and one bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

“Good news.”

“You’re a father now.”

“…”

Jiang Wu silently picked up his phone and took a picture of his face. It hadn't changed, it was still the same face, he hadn't been reborn.

He was confused. "What about the bad news?"

"The child is not yours."

“…”

"Go online and see for yourself."

Han Zhong got up and walked out of the ward. Zhang Xiaoyu was standing outside with disheveled hair and pajamas. When he saw him come out, he smiled awkwardly, "Boss Han, is Jiang Wu awake?"

"Yeah." Han Zhong's voice was flat. "When did he start to be like this?"

"I have known him since August this year, after the incident at the Golden Land Hotel."

"What's the longest time he's been unconscious?"

"Three days and three nights, that time at the Golden Land Hotel."

“…”

Han Zhong was silent for a moment, then glanced at the end of the corridor. "Thank you for the trip. Let's have breakfast together."

“You’re welcome!”

How could Zhang Xiaoyu dare to stay for breakfast? The night before yesterday, he was snatched out of his bed by Assistant Yao and two muscular bodyguards, and "escorted" all the way to this hospital. If he hadn't known that it was related to Jiang Wu, he would have almost called the police.

When he said that Jiang Wu often slept like this for several days and nights, President Han's face turned black.

After that, he waited in the hospital for two consecutive days for Jiang Wu to wake up, and the legendary President Han from Linhai was also waiting there without even changing his clothes. When he heard that Jiang Wu was about to wake up today, he hurried over from the next room, but he didn't expect that President Han arrived earlier than him, so he was too embarrassed to go in.

Yao Ping came over from the other side of the corridor carrying several breakfasts. Han Zhong took one of them and turned back into the ward.

In the ward, Jiang Wugang finished surfing the Internet and understood why Han Zhong said that.

Two days had passed since the charity auction, and the photo of him and Zhong Xue attending the charity event dominated the hot searches for two days. Netizens went from thinking that they were definitely together, to that he and Zhong Xue had actually secretly obtained a marriage certificate and were having a second child, to some saying that they had not obtained a marriage certificate at all because Zhong Xue planned to kill the father and keep the son.

Various speculations were made, which suppressed the news of the death of the founder of SHINE magazine.

Jiang Wu said, "Someone is deliberately trying to reduce the public's attention to Chang Yi's death."

Han Zhong put his breakfast on the table beside him. "I thought you would pay attention to your two children."

"Why bother about what others say?" Jiang Wu's attention was still on Chang Yi's death. "Where is Chang Yi's body now?"

“Cremated.”

Jiang Wu was startled, "So fast?"

"Not only was it fast, but it was also clean and neat. The ashes were thrown into the sea overnight."

“…”

Jiang Wu looked down at the comments online and found that the news of Chang Yi's death was very less popular due to the "reality" of him and Zhong Xue. There was not a single photo of Chang Yi appearing that night on the Internet, and no one mentioned the fact that Chang Yi aged overnight. It was completely suppressed.

Such strength is obviously not something that ordinary people can possess, which shows that the person behind Chang Yi is of high status.

"Why did you suddenly faint?" Han Zhong suddenly asked.

Jiang Wu pursed his dry lips and made up an excuse, "It's an old problem. I often faint."

"Since you know there is such a problem, why do you still risk investigating Chang Yi?"

"Because I want to find out who ordered Lu Linhe to assassinate you."

“Is this important?”

"Of course."

“Why is it important?”

Jiang Wu looked at him as if it was a matter of course and said, "Because I want to protect you."

Han Zhong met his serious and clear eyes and didn't say anything for a while. After a moment, his eyes fell on his dry lips. He stood up, picked up the water on the bedside, put a straw in it and handed it to him, "Drink."

Jiang Wu took his words as a signal that he should not be polite, so he put the straw in his mouth and drank the water from his hand.

Han Zhong, who originally just wanted to hand him a glass of water, was startled, then stood there holding the cup for him, watching him lower his head and drink the water seriously. His slightly pale eyes were pursed to reveal a hint of pink, and his long and black eyelashes fell under the eyelids, forming an arc-shaped faint shadow. This face that was always cold and indifferent in front of the camera now revealed a bit of earnestness and obedience. He didn't look like a solitary immortal, but rather like an elf who had accidentally entered the noisy human world.

When the water in the cup was almost finished, Han Zhong suddenly asked, "What happened that night?"

"cough!"

Jiang Wu didn't expect him to suddenly ask this question. He was so surprised that he spit out saliva. He didn't even have time to wipe the water stains on the corners of his lips. He looked up at Han Zhong with wandering eyes and felt very guilty.

Han Zhong lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Haven't you thought about it yet?"

Jiang Wuxin blinked guiltily, "...Yeah."

"Think about it then, and we'll talk about it next time we meet." Han Zhong raised his hand to wipe the water stains from the corners of his lips, said this lightly, put down the cup, and walked out the door.

Jiang Wu was stunned.

Yao Ping was waiting in the corridor outside the door. When he saw Han Cong coming out, he stepped forward and asked, "Boss Han, are you going back to Ziyuan or the company?"

"Purple Garden."

"OK."

“…”

Yao Ping looked at his boss, who was still standing there, with confusion, "Boss Han?"

"……It's OK."

Han Zhong came back to his senses and twirled the water stains on his fingertips. There still seemed to be a soft touch on his fingertips, "Let's go."

As soon as Han Zhong left, Zhang Xiaoyu walked into the ward, "Brother Jiang, are you okay?"

"Yeah." Jiang Wu looked at his pajamas, "Why are you like this?"

Zhang Xiaoyu complained bitterly about how he was pulled out of his bed in the middle of the night and brought to the hospital. He said with a lingering fear, "You don't know, when I finished speaking, President Han looked as if he wanted to bury me alive. I was so scared that I almost thought I would die before you woke up."

Jiang Wu was a little surprised. When he woke up, Han Zhong was joking with him in a sarcastic way, but he seemed quite calm.

"I haven't asked you what happened yet. You were going to a charity auction, so why did you faint again? You didn't bring any candy?"

"I brought it and I've finished eating it."

Speaking of this, Jiang Wu suddenly remembered something, closed his eyes and looked inward at his soul, only to see that the vast and empty sea of ​​consciousness was covered with cracks, like a broken spider web, dotted with three thousand stars. Looking closely, the cracks at the edge of this universe had already merged together, and the golden-red power of the soul covered it, mysterious and profound.

Sure enough, one tenth of the soul fragments have been fused.

Earlier, he realized something was wrong when he found out that he had only been unconscious for two days and two nights. The power of the spell he used this time was much stronger than before, yet he had only been unconscious for two days, which showed that his soul had been repaired.

Jiang Wunao couldn't help but think of the black spell that he had extracted from Chang Yi that night. The spell was his own, but he had never seen that kind of black spiritual power before. However, he had only seen his master's spell, which was cinnabar-colored, rich and powerful. The black spell revealed uncertainty everywhere, which made him very uncomfortable, but now it seems that it can indeed repair his soul.

But Chang Yi is dead, and now the only clue is...

Jiang Wu was startled and suddenly remembered something. He quickly asked Zhang Xiaoyu to bring over the clothes he had worn that day and searched through his pockets.

Zhang Xiaoyu asked in confusion, "What are you looking for?"

Jiang Wu said nothing and searched his pockets again.

No, nothing at all. He couldn't find the talisman that Chang Yi used to trick him anywhere. He remembered that he had casually stuffed it into his suit pocket. Could it be that he had lost it in the illusion?

Han Zhong sat in the back seat of the moving black Maybach, looking at a piece of paper covered with strange patterns.

Yao Ping saw this scene in the rearview mirror and asked casually, "Isn't this the piece of paper that fell out of Mr. Jiang's pocket?"

"Well, let's go find a text expert to check the content."

"OK."

Han Zhong took a photo with his mobile phone and sent it to Yao Ping. He looked up at the speeding scenery outside the car window, and his mind couldn't help but emerge the scene of Jiang Wu suddenly fainting in front of him that night.

His face was pale and his breathing was almost gone, as if he was in a deep sleep with no consciousness at all. But after waking up, he didn't care at all. Instead, he looked at me so seriously and said he wanted to protect me. He really overestimated his own abilities.