Mr. Mu, stop bullying Professor Jian.

He called out his full name helplessly, as if this still meant he was still the Mu Qingyuan who had never given in.

Jian Zhinian knelt down, squatted in front of Mu Qingyuan's knees, buried his head in his knees, and his whole body trembled.

"Qingyuan, don't get hurt again, I will be sad, I will be sad..."

Mu Qingyuan looked up, his heart broken.

"I see……"

He really knew it.

This person, at this moment, came all the way for him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't push her away...

Such a simple and knowledgeable year...

Jian Zhinian calmed down, then slowly stood up and turned his back. He had been so worried and nervous along the way that it had almost exhausted all his rationality, causing him to lose control like this.

"Please sit down for a while. I have a meeting."

Seeing people dodging, Mu Qingyuan broke the silence with a soft voice.

"Yeah." Jian Zhinian nodded. He felt as if he was grounded. The aftereffects of staying up late for days came over him. He felt dizzy and was supported only by his will.

Mu Qingyuan turned on his computer again and faced a group of subordinates whose eyes were filled with gossip. He quickly explained everything that needed to be explained and hastily ended the meeting.

After the meeting, Jiang Shaoqing called over via video and asked in a concerned voice, "Is Teacher Jian really here?"

"Ah."

Due to excessive blood loss, Mu Qingyuan's lips turned a little pale. He responded faintly, and his tone revealed a gentleness that he himself did not even notice.

Jiang Shaoqing asked tentatively: "Qingyuan, after the Mu family incident, do you really plan to rekindle your relationship with Teacher Jian?"

"talk later."

After hearing the perfunctory remarks, Mu Qingyuan raised his eyes and saw Jian Zhinian flipping through his medical records and examination reports, reading them carefully.

The profile with head lowered and eyes downcast is peaceful and tranquil.

As quiet as time.

Jiang Shaoqing could roughly guess what was on Mu Qingyuan's mind: "Then you should think it over as soon as possible. If you can't get over it, let Teacher Jian go..."

Mu Qingyuan's eyes turned cold.

Jiang Shaoqing knew that he had said too much, so he decided to offend her once and for all: "And your mother..."

"I'll take care of it."

Mu Qingyuan suddenly interrupted and said, "Hang up, I have something else to do."

After receiving Mu Qingyuan's call, Fang Xinbai quickly ordered takeout for delivery and drove out.

Half an hour later, Fang Xinbai appeared in the hospital's VIP room.

"Boss Mu, I brought all the clothes and midnight snacks."

Fang Xinbai knocked on the door and pushed it open. In an instant, in addition to Mu Qingyuan, a figure that was familiar yet unfamiliar and shouldn't be here came into view.

"Advisor Jian, you...haha, so you are here too..."

Fang Xin laughed dryly, and suddenly remembered that the clothes that Mr. Mu had asked him to take just now did not seem to be Mr. Mu's size.

Could it be from Consultant Jian?

Fang Xinbai couldn't laugh at this realization, but he forced a smile.

"Um, Mr. Mu, Consultant Jian, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first..."

"Well, thank you for the trip."

"Excuse me, Secretary Fang."

Mu Qingyuan and Jian Zhinian spoke at the same time, then looked at each other in slight surprise, and then looked away.

Amidst this strange yet tacit atmosphere, Fang Xinbai hurriedly turned around and fled, walked out of the ward and closed the door, without even noticing that he turned the wrong way.

Mu Qingyuan pointed at the takeaway and said, "The dishes at Chen's Private Kitchen should suit your taste. Let's eat first."

Flying over at that time, Jian Zhinian must not have had dinner yet.

Jian Zhinian nodded and said, "Let's eat together."

He spread out the bowls and chopsticks, tore the packaging, handed a pair of chopsticks to Mu Qingyuan, and shared half of the soup.

Mu Qingyuan wasn't that hungry, so he ate a few bites too.

Jian Zhinian didn't dare to eat anymore after he was half full, so he put down his chopsticks.

"Are you confident that we can face the Mu family head-on this time?"

Mu Qingyuan looked up, slightly surprised. He thought Jian Zhinian didn't know much about business affairs, and didn't care much about his affairs, so he wouldn't take the initiative to ask.

"Half and half. The Mu family still has some foundation in S City."

Afraid of external aid, Mu Qingyuan silently made up for it in his heart.

Jian Zhinian saw Mu Qingyuan also put down his chopsticks, raised his chin and said, "Finish the soup."

Fang Xinbai probably thought that it was Mu Qingyuan's midnight snack, so he ordered pork bone soup with some blood-replenishing herbs.

Mu Qingyuan picked it up, tilted his head back and drank it in a few gulps.

Jian Zhinian picked up the garbage and threw it away. When he came back, he saw Mu Qingyuan still busy working, so he pressed his computer screen.

"If you're injured, rest early. It's already past twelve o'clock. Go take a shower."

Mu Qingyuan frowned and turned his head to look at Jian Zhinian.

This person is blatantly controlling him!

"Do you need my help?" Jian Zhinian's eyes were clear.

Mu Qingyuan stood up, cleared his throat, and said, "No need, I've already washed, you go ahead."

Jian Zhinian was slightly embarrassed and nodded.

As soon as the bathroom door was closed, Mu Qingyuan's expression instantly became serious, and he directly dialed the number of his bodyguard in H City.

Those two bodyguards had been with him for four years, but Jian Zhinian had gotten rid of them silently without any news, and he didn't receive any information at all.

"Hey, Boss..."

"What's going on today?"

"Boss, I'm afraid we can't do what you asked us to do. Why don't you just let us go back..."

"no!"

"Boss, you asked us to protect Mr. Jian, that's fine, but we can't restrict him from leaving the school!"

"Why? Not enough money, or some other difficulty?"

"…It's not about money…Boss, please don't ask…"

Mu Qingyuan did not ask any further questions and told the two people to continue working as usual and do their best.

After hanging up the phone, Mu Qingyuan glanced in the direction of the bathroom and rubbed his eyebrows.

After getting injured today, he laid his cards on the table with the Mu family. The old man did not dare to disclose the fact that Mu Wangsheng was injured. It is estimated that the family doctor treated the injury.

The Mu family got their revenge in the stock market for their tolerance of this matter.

Although it was an absurd and self-destructive method, the sharp drop in stock prices did give the old man a chance to buy up stocks.

Although this night was quiet, it gave the Mu family a chance to catch their breath and seek help.

When the market opens tomorrow, I'm afraid there will be another bloody storm.

Mu Qingyuan closed his eyes.

When Jian Zhinian came out, he was dressed in cool clothes, and what he saw was Mu Qingyuan's worried look.

"If you are tired, go to sleep quickly. Tomorrow's affairs will be dealt with tomorrow."

Jian Zhinian turned off the lights directly, and the room became dim instantly. Only the light from the corridor shone through the transparent glass on the door, leaving a ray of light.

The beds in VIP wards are wider than those in ordinary wards.

Mu Qingyuan was injured in his left arm, so Jian Zhinian lay down on his side to Mu Qingyuan's right.

Perhaps it was because the fresh breath around him was too hypnotic. Mu Qingyuan, who had been nervous all day, smelled the familiar scent of Jian Zhinian and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Jian Zhinian opened his eyes after the people around him began to breathe evenly.

He raised his hand and stroked the frowning brows in his sleep until Mu Qingyuan's brows relaxed. Only then did he place a kiss on them with peace of mind and closed his eyes again...

His star is only twenty-six years old.

I have been fighting alone for so long...