The CEO's Wife and First Love

Chunyan was deeply moved by Bashan's actions, and a warm feeling welled up in her heart. During Bashan's hospitalization, Chunyan stayed by his side and took care of him meticulously.

"Bashan, thank you. If it weren't for you that day, I would have been the one who got hurt." Chunyan's voice was a little choked, and tears flowed down involuntarily like a flood that broke through the dam.

Bashan looked at Chunyan tenderly, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and comforted her: "Silly girl, I did this willingly, don't feel any burden. She bullied you like that, it was really too much. I just can't stand her cunning and mean look, as if everyone has to obey her. I won't fall for her tricks!"

Bashan grew increasingly angry as he spoke, seemingly still resentful of what had happened that day. Chunyan listened to him, feeling deeply moved. She couldn't help but recall how every time Number One had given her a hard time, Bashan had always stood by her without hesitation, supporting her.

This time, when the wood fell from above and hit her, it was Bashan who rushed over to save her without hesitation, thus preventing her from being seriously injured.

"Bashan, why are you so nice to me?" Chunyan blinked her big watery eyes, stared into Bashan's eyes, and asked with confusion.

Bashan lay quietly on the bed, his eyes gently falling on Chunyan, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a doting smile, and he said softly: "Silly, can't you see? I like you."

Chunyan's face flushed with shyness, and she lowered her head, somewhat unable to believe what she heard. Seeing this, Bashan quickly sat up, gently stroked Chunyan's hair, and continued, "You are beautiful and kind, just like a flower blooming in spring, making people want to get close to you. Moreover, you are never pretentious and are serious and responsible in doing things. This is also one of the reasons why I like you."

Bashan's words flowed like a warm current into Chunyan's heart. She raised her head and met Bashan's eyes. At that moment, time seemed to stop. The two of them only had each other in their eyes, and nothing else could interfere with the tacit understanding and emotion between them.

Bashan's words were like a warm spring breeze, gently blowing through Chunyan's heart and deeply touching the softest corner of her heart. In this seemingly glamorous studio, Chunyan felt extremely lonely and helpless.

Those people treated her with indifference and aloofness, as if she were a dispensable existence. They only saw her new arrival and immaturity, but ignored the hard work and perseverance behind her. Chunyan had no connections or backing; all she had was her beauty and a serious attitude towards work.

However, just when she felt most lost and lost, Bashan's words were like a bright light, illuminating her path forward. They were sweet words from the heart, without any hypocrisy or affectation, only sincerity and concern.

Chunyan's eyes gradually became moist, and tears of emotion welled up in her eyes like a flood. She tried her best to hold back her tears, but the torrent of emotions became more and more turbulent, and finally flowed down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Bashan's heart tightened when he saw this. He quickly stretched out his fingers and gently wiped away the tears that were sliding down Chunyan's eyes. The tears seemed to be the endless sorrow and grievance from the depths of Chunyan's heart. Drop by drop, they fell on Bashan's fingertips, making him feel a sharp pain.

At this moment, Chunyan seemed unable to control her emotions any longer. Like a child who had lost her support, she suddenly threw herself into Bashan's arms, sobbing softly. Her sobs became louder and louder, and more and more sorrowful. Bashan quickly stretched out his arms and hugged Chunyan tightly, as if to take all her pain into his arms.

His hands gently stroked Chunyan's silky hair, feeling her trembling and sorrow. Chunyan's hair slid through his fingertips, bringing a unique touch that filled his heart with tenderness. Bashan looked down at the woman in his arms. Her eyes were closed, and tears flowed like a flood, soaking his clothes.

Bashan's eyes revealed endless doting. He gently comforted Chunyan, telling her not to cry and that everything would be fine.

However, Chunyan's crying did not stop, but became more violent. Bashan could only hold her silently, letting her release her inner pain in his arms.

"The guy Bashan who placed the wood has been caught, and he confessed that the person who ordered him to do so is the main character of our play," the director came to the hospital and told Bashan.

"It's her! It's definitely her doing! Apart from her, there's no way anyone else could do such a cruel thing to you!" Bashan said indignantly with an angry look on his face.

Seeing this, the director quickly agreed: "Yes, I also think that this matter must be related to her. Now it depends on how you plan to deal with her. Do you want to send her to the police station and let her stay there for a few days, or let her make amends and apologize to you? It's all up to you to decide, we will listen to you." The director asked Bashan for his opinion.

Bashan's expression was unusually serious, and his tone was firm and resolute, as if this was an irreversible decision. His words revealed a deep sensitivity to the attitudes of others and absolute control over his own actions.

"Then I'll see how she behaves," Bashan's voice was deep and powerful, making one nervous for her. The word "see" in this sentence wasn't just a simple observation; it was more like a judgment, a judgement of the other person's behavior.

"If she'd been nicer, I might have let her go," Bashan paused, as if contemplating something. The word "maybe" in this sentence offered a glimmer of hope, a sense that he wasn't completely heartless. However, this glimmer of hope seemed so slim, because what followed was the key point.

"If she behaves badly and continues to act like a demon," Bashan's voice suddenly turned cold, "I will ruin half her life." These words pierced the heart like a sharp sword. The word "ruin" was used with such decisiveness, without the slightest hesitation or mercy, that one could sense Bashan's anger and determination.

Bashan's words offer a deeper understanding of his character. He has a clear distinction between love and hate, and holds extremely high standards for the attitudes of others. He is also decisive and resolute; once he decides to do something, he does it without hesitation.