Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Mu Qingyuan sneered: "Guess, what else can you say?"

Jian Zhinian was speechless, but continued to explain: "My mother encountered something that day, and she couldn't think straight for a while, so she climbed to the top floor and wanted to jump off the building, so I couldn't go..."

"I called you, but it didn't go through... I also sent you a message, did you see it..."

At the end of his words, Jian Zhinian's voice became weaker and weaker.

Because Mu Qingyuan didn't react much after hearing it.

It was as if his reasons and the truth of the matter were no longer so important.

Jian Zhinian's heart was inexplicably panicked.

"Qingyuan, what's wrong with you? Don't you believe what I said?"

Mu Qingyuan didn't look at him, he just said: "I heard everything you wanted to say. It's not that I don't believe it. Some things, once you miss them or make a choice, they're over."

past...

Jian Zhinian's face turned pale. He hesitated for a whole day to explain, and even...

But in Mu Qingyuan's eyes, these seem unimportant.

What about the forum post? Is there any need for him to talk about it?

Jian Zhinian remembered Principal Zhong's instructions and forced himself to speak.

"There is one more thing I want to tell you..."

"I was too tired during the break between classes today, so I took a nap. A student took a photo of me and posted it on the intranet. It wasn't a big deal..."

"But it just so happens that someone took photos of your visit today and put them together for discussion. Someone posted the photo of us kissing that year and recognized you as Mu Xingchen, an alumnus of K University."

"This matter has been dealt with internally at K University, and the post has been deleted. I hope it doesn't have much impact on you... I'm sorry, it seems I have implicated you again..."

Jian Zhinian didn't know how to respond to Mu Qingyuan's silence.

Mu Qingyuan looked deeply at Jian Zhinian and said, "So you have implicated my Professor Jian. Have you been punished?"

Jian Zhinian was stunned and shook his head.

Mu Qingyuan sneered and said, "Then you have indeed implicated me again. How do you plan to compensate me?"

Jian Zhinian was speechless after being questioned.

He lowered his eyes. What else could he give to Mu Qingyuan?

"Qingyuan, can I chase you?"

If their fate back then was due to Mu Xingchen's persistent pursuit, then after they met again, it was his turn to pursue Mu Qingyuan.

Mu Qingyuan was stunned.

"You're chasing me?"

Jian Zhinian nodded seriously, "Yes, I will pursue you."

"joke!"

Mu Qingyuan left two cold and sarcastic words, turned around and walked out, slamming the door.

As soon as Mu Qingyuan left, Jian Zhinian began to relax. Overwhelming fatigue and aches swept over him. His consciousness couldn't help but become scattered, and he fell on the bed in a half-conscious and half-asleep state.

He didn't even hear the sound of Mu Qingyuan slamming the door, starting the car and leaving.

In the bedroom, the air conditioner and heater were turned on very high. The warm wind blew the wrinkled quilt on the bed into a mess. The person half-hidden under the quilt had too tragic skin...

Jian Zhinian was sleeping very soundly, and a strange blush appeared on his face without him noticing.

My mood has been fluctuating too frequently these days, and the knot that has been suppressed in my heart for many years has not only not been resolved, but a new knot has been added.

He had not yet recovered from last night's ordeal. He was exhausted from running around so many places during the day, but at night he was still eager to explain and took the initiative to provoke Mu Qingyuan.

Unexpectedly, instead of bringing relief, the pressure in my heart increased.

When Jian Zhinian opened his eyes again, he had the illusion that he didn't know what day it was...

The opaque curtains in the room were closed tightly, and the cell phone that he usually put next to his pillow was nowhere to be found. Jian Zhinian had a splitting headache, and he struggled to get up but found that his limbs were weak.

If you move your body, the pain will spread all over your body.

With burning breath and hoarse throat unable to utter a sound, Jian Zhinian knew that he was probably sick.

He was the only one on the bed. Where was Mu Qingyuan? Did he go to work?

In the silent villa, Jian Zhinian got up with difficulty. The mess on his body forced him to go to the bathroom first.

In the hazy water vapor, his breathing was a little difficult. He washed himself hastily and changed into a fresh set of clothes. He leaned against the bathroom door and took a breath for a while.

Afterwards, he reached for his cell phone and saw that it was already past three in the afternoon.

Fortunately, he has a day off today, otherwise...

Jian Zhinian went downstairs, sat on the sofa and fell asleep again in a daze, until he was suddenly awakened by the sound of the door opening.

"Qing Yuan..."

"Oh, Mr. Jian, right? I didn't expect you to be at home today. I'm the housekeeper hired by Mr. Mu. You can just call me Sister Wang."

The visitor was in her early forties, wearing a light brown housekeeping suit, slightly plump with a friendly smile, and walked in carrying a basket of food in her hands.

Jian Zhinian was a little disappointed and greeted him with a lack of interest: "Hello, Mrs. Wang."

Mrs. Wang put down her things, poured a cup of warm water for Jian Zhinian and placed it on the coffee table. When he saw it, he was shocked.

"Mr. Jian, are you feeling unwell?"

You could fry an egg on those cheeks.

"It seems a little... I took some antipyretics..." Jian Zhinian answered weakly.

Mrs. Wang said anxiously, "If it's serious, it's best to see a doctor."

Jian Zhinian thought about it with his confused mind and felt that he might not be able to survive this situation.

"Ah."

As he spoke, Jian Zhinian stood up, then fell to his knees on the ground, his abdomen hitting the coffee table. After a short groan, Jian Zhinian curled up on the ground, not even having the strength to cry out in pain.

Mrs. Wang screamed in fright and hurried to help.

Jian Zhinian waved his hands, "Don't touch me yet... Let me, slow down a bit..."

Jian Zhinian spoke these words incoherently, and a layer of cold sweat broke out all over his body.

After a moment, he got up.

Mrs. Wang supported him and walked to the entrance.

Jian Zhinian took the car keys and went to the hospital.

Jian Zhinian couldn't remember how he drove along the way. When he parked the car in the underground garage of the hospital, he was completely exhausted. He didn't dare to act bravely anymore and called Luo Jiushuai.

Luo Jiushuai was filling out patient information, and after answering the phone, he didn't hear any sound for a long time.

"Hey, Zhinian... Zhinian? Speak!..."

"Do you have any outpatient clinic today?" Jian Zhinian asked in a low voice.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a stomachache again? Where are you? I'm not in the outpatient clinic today. I'm in the inpatient department." Luo Jiushuai immediately noticed that Jian Zhinian was weak.

"I'm downstairs from you... in the car... Inpatient Building 1... in the basement..."

Hearing the sound of a cell phone falling from the other side, Luo Jiushuai's face changed and he hurried downstairs.

When Jian Zhinian was found, he was lying on the steering wheel with his right hand sunk into his abdomen.

"Zhi Nian!"

Luo Jiushuai carried the person down and went directly to the emergency infusion room.

Jian Zhinian saw the sign and whispered, "Don't go. I just have a fever... stomachache... and a little hypoglycemia. Come and just give me a bottle of water..."

Luo Jiu was so handsome that he said, "I'm a doctor, not a nurse. You can use me well!"

Jian Zhinian didn't have the energy to answer him.

Luo Jiushuai went to his own lounge, put the patient down, and let him lie on the rest bed. He performed compression tests while asking questions...

"Have you had lunch?"

"without……"

"And in the morning?"

"……also not."

Luo Jiushuai's face turned cold and he said, "You have a fever. I need to draw blood from you first..."

Just as Jian Zhinian was about to withdraw his arm, Luo Jiushuai had already rolled up his wrist. Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the lounge -

"Jian Zhinian! What the hell were you doing last night? Mu Xingchen, you bastard, I'm going to call the police!"