Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

Luo Jiushuai comforted him, "Don't worry, I've already booked the next flight for you on the way here."

"Okay!" Jian Zhinian cleaned up the table and hurried down.

Downstairs, Luo Jiushuai came up to greet him: "Do you have your ID?"

Jian Zhinian shook his head, his face pale, and asked, "How do you know that Mu Qingyuan was injured?"

“News, it’s all on the headlines, get in the car first, I’ll take you to the dormitory to get your ID.

Jian Zhinian pursed his lips and nodded, then picked up his phone to search for relevant news. The snow-white shirt in the photo was stained with blood, and Jian Zhinian's heart trembled.

After getting the ID, Luo Jiushuai sent him straight to the airport.

Along the way, Luo Jiushuai drove very attentively, almost at the speed limit. I don't know if it was an illusion, but there was a car behind me that seemed to have been following me since K University...

Luo Jiushuai didn't have time to pay attention to them. As soon as the two got out of the car, they were stopped.

"Mr. Jian, please stay."

Two people got out of the car, wearing only shirts and suits in the middle of winter, their strong muscles vaguely visible. They stood in front of Jian Zhinian like two huge mountains.

"Who are you? This is broad daylight. Be careful or we will call the police." Luo Jiushuai shouted loudly.

The two sturdy men looked at each other and said, "Mr. Jian, we are your bodyguards under the orders of President Mu. President Mu has instructed that you will not leave H City."

"I don't need your protection, get out of the way."

Jian Zhinian was in a hurry to board the plane, so he dialed a number for the first time. Soon, four plainclothes men came, showed their credentials, and easily took the two bodyguards away.

Three hours later, Jian Zhinian went straight to the hospital where Mu Qingyuan was staying.

Jian Zhinian was looking for the VIP suites on the top floor one by one, looking at the nameplates. While looking, he dialed Mu Qingyuan's number, and the other party answered the call very quickly.

"Qingyuan, where are you?" Jian Zhinian's voice was breathless and his tone was full of worry.

It was already late at night. Mu Qingyuan's wound had been bandaged long ago, and today's dose of anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine had been completed. He sat on the sofa with a laptop in front of him, holding a video conference with Jiang Shaoqing and a group of others.

"I'm working overtime, why are you calling me?" Mu Qingyuan turned off the recording button.

Jian Zhinian bit his lip and said, "I want to see you."

The video conference was still going on, and his secret confidant was still reporting on the latest progress of his company and today's acquisition of Mu's shares.

But in Mu Qingyuan's mind, the only words echoing were "I want to see you".

Mu Qingyuan withdrew his gaze from the computer screen and leaned back on the sofa behind him. He couldn't help but take a cigarette out of the cigarette box and turned it in his hand.

Smoking is not allowed in the hospital.

"Laba happens to be the weekend, the company is closed, I'll go to K University to find you, okay?"

Jian Zhinian finally saw the familiar name at the door of the ward. He stood at the door and saw the figure he wanted to see through the transparent glass.

He replied: "No, not at all."

There are still more than ten days until Laba Festival.

The door of the hospital has good sound insulation, and Jian Zhinian's voice was soft. Mu Qingyuan didn't notice his arrival at all. He just felt that Jian Zhinian's call tonight was strange.

"good……"

Mu Qingyuan's voice was low, and seemed to reveal endless tenderness.

Only on such a quiet night, when he was alone and received a call from Jian Zhinian and heard his voice, would he have a moment of true emotion.

Whatever unpleasantness they had in the past, he could put it aside.

Jian Zhinian's eyes were sore. Mu Qingyuan was the same as always, just leaving him in a safe place and facing the suffering alone.

"Mu Qingyuan, turn your head."

"what?"

The sound of the door being pushed open came from the phone beside my ear and from the corridor of the ward...

Mu Qingyuan turned his head instinctively, and then his face changed drastically. After seeing Jian Zhinian's figure clearly, he stood up suddenly.

"You, why are you here..." He clearly left someone to keep an eye on it and report any situation at any time.

On the other side of the video, several confidants couldn't help but get anxious when they saw Mu Qingyuan's panicked look.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Damn, could it be that the Mu family is here to kill us again?"

"..."

Jiang Shaoqing was still sharp-eyed. He saw Jian Zhinian's profile and said anxiously, "Quiet, quiet, my sister-in-law is here. Don't cause trouble for the boss. The meeting is suspended!"

"Oh? What's going on..."

"Oh, sister-in-law, Mr. Jiang, please tell me..."

"Let me see, let me see..."

For a moment, all the video avatars were close-up photos, and I wished I could spread the void along the wireless network and penetrate the computer screen.

Mu Qingyuan closed his notebook with a snap, feeling unexpectedly embarrassed as if he had been caught.

Jian Zhinian walked slowly into the ward and closed the door, his face sullen. He had never been so fierce when he was patrolling and supervising exams in the past.

"Mu Qingyuan, you are injured again."

Jian Zhinian walked up to Mu Qingyuan, his voice full of fatigue, as well as concern and heartache.

After a moment of panic, Mu Qingyuan quickly calmed down and his expression became more serious.

"How did you get here?"

What a bunch of trash, they can't even keep an eye on a person. Mu Qingyuan's deep eyes revealed annoyance. Seeing Jian Zhinian ignoring him with a dark face, he turned aside to prevent Jian Zhinian from looking at his wound.

"Don't look at it. It's just a scratch. It's all bandaged."

"Mu Qingyuan, sit down!"

Jian Zhinian spoke in a deep voice with a hint of command in his tone.

Mu Qingyuan frowned slightly and glanced at Jian Zhinian. This man didn't look cute at all when he was angry.

But he still sat down obediently.

Jian Zhinian reached out and unbuttoned his hospital gown...

Mu Qingyuan raised his hand, then put it down again, and said, "It's not good for you to take off the clothes of the sponsor like this, right? It's okay, there's nothing to see."

Jian Zhinian ignored him and took off his shirt silently. He saw that Mu Qingyuan's strong arms were wrapped with many white bandages. There was a brown blood stain in the middle of the bandage, which had already dried.

Jian Zhinian saw this and felt a little dizzy. He blinked his eyes, endured it, and silently put his clothes back on.

He lowered his head and looked into Mu Qingyuan's eyes, his expression more solemn than ever before.

"Mu Qingyuan, you were worried that you couldn't take care of me, so you left me at K University. I listened to you, but why can't you even take care of yourself?"

"Mu Qingyuan, I don't care what kind of relationship we have. I won't listen to you and I won't leave. I thought that if I'm not by your side, I won't cause you any trouble, and you won't have to worry about anything and won't be controlled by others."

"But I was wrong. You are too determined. Without me, can you be free from shackles and even give up your own life?"

"It's my fault. I didn't think about accompanying you or protecting you. If I had been with you all the time, would you have been more careful and cautious..."

Every sound was like crying, her phoenix eyes were filled with tears, every word was affectionate and carried endless self-blame.

Mu Qingyuan's heart trembled when he heard this, as if he had done something terribly wrong. He only suffered some minor injuries, which was nothing. The one who suffered the most was Mu Wangsheng.

But this person cares.

He has been alone all these years and he has forgotten that there was once someone who cared about him.

Jianzhi annual meeting cares.

"Jian Zhinian..."