From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Lu Yunzhou sprang out of bed, took two steps to the door, and unlocked it.

As soon as the door opened, Su Qingwan stood in the corridor, holding a clay pot thermos in her left hand and her right hand on the doorknob, her brows slightly furrowed.

She hadn't dressed up much today; her hair was loosely tied in a low ponytail, revealing a clean section of the back of her neck.

She wore a gray-blue cashmere cardigan over her clothes, paired with white wide-leg pants and flat leather shoes.

Without high heels, she looked shorter and less imposing than usual, giving off a more homely vibe.

Why lock the door in broad daylight?

Su Qingwan stepped in sideways, her gaze sweeping over every corner of the ward, including behind the curtains and towards the bathroom.

"Is he hiding something he's ashamed of?"

"I'm sensitive to noise when I sleep."

Lu Yunzhou quickly responded.

"sleep?"

Su Qingwan looked him up and down. "Your face is flushed, and you're covered in sweat. Are you sleeping so soundly?"

"I had a nightmare."

Su Qingwan snorted, placed the thermos on the bedside table, pulled out a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs to look at him: "Go back to bed and lie down. What are you doing standing there swinging around?"

"Yes."

Lu Yunzhou obediently climbed back onto the bed, leaned against the headboard, and stared at the thermos.

I saw a shop selling soup by the roadside and bought you a bowl.

Su Qingwan unscrewed the lid, and a rich aroma of medicinal cuisine wafted out, carrying the scents of ginseng and angelica, filling the entire room.

"President Su personally brought me food; I'm so flattered."

Lu Yunzhou sniffed.

"Stop talking nonsense and drink it while it's hot."

Su Qingwan took out a bowl of soup from the thermos. The soup was thick and contained goji berries, red dates, and a few thin slices of deer antler.

Lu Yunzhou stared at the bowl of soup, then looked at his right hand.

He tried to raise his right arm, hissed as he raised it halfway up, frowned, and then his arm fell back onto the blanket.

"What's wrong?"

"The hole in my shoulder hasn't healed yet, so I can't use my arm properly and can't hold a bowl."

Lu Yunzhou looked at her with a troubled expression.

Su Qingwan stared at him for two seconds, put the bowl back on the counter, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and said, "Open your mouth."

Lu Yunzhou was secretly overjoyed, but on the surface he still put on an apologetic expression: "Thank you for your trouble, President Su."

Open your mouth and drink it.

He could taste it the moment the soup entered his mouth.

The soup is made with at least eight kinds of precious medicinal herbs, including deer antler, ginseng, astragalus, angelica, wolfberry, red dates, codonopsis, and atractylodes macrocephala. The heat is just right, and the soup base is mellow and sweet.

This kind of combination is something you can't find at roadside stalls, let alone at the most expensive medicinal cuisine restaurants in Sheng'an.

"Is it good?"

Su Qingwan scooped up another spoonful and handed it over.

"It tastes good."

Lu Yunzhou swallowed his second bite, a smile playing on his lips. "But Mr. Su, could you tell me the location of this roadside stall? I'd like to buy from it myself sometime."

Su Qingwan paused for a moment: "What's wrong?"

"The deer antlers used are from sika deer, not red deer. The ginseng is at least fifteen years old. The astragalus is a genuine medicinal material from the northern variety of astragalus."

Lu Yunzhou listed them one by one, his tone tinged with amusement, "Which roadside stall has this kind of setup? I'd better go and pay them a visit."

Su Qingwan's spoon froze in mid-air, her expression stiffening for a moment.

"Street stalls".

She put the spoon back in the bowl, her voice turning cold, "You really do have a way of saying whatever comes to mind."

"Thank you so much, Mr. Su, for making the soup yourself."

Lu Yunzhou's smile was so irritating.

Su Qingwan glared at him coldly, but did not deny it.

She picked up the bowl again, scooped a spoonful and brought it to his lips, her voice returning to its usual haughty tone: "Say less, use your mouth to drink the soup."

Lu Yunzhou wisely shut his mouth and drank spoonful after spoonful.

After finishing half a bowl, Su Qingwan put the bowl down and wiped her hands with a tissue.

"I have something to tell you."

Her tone softened, "He won't be making any moves regarding what happened with Ninth Master last time, for the time being."

"But you need to be more careful in the future. Don't try to handle everything yourself. Report what you need to report."

"You're my confidant, I can cover for you if anything goes wrong, but only if you don't hide it from me."

"clear."

Lu Yunzhou nodded, "Don't worry, President Su, I will never do anything underhanded behind your back again."

As soon as he said it, he realized something was wrong.

Su Qingwan's gaze slowly fell upon them, scrutinizing them.

Lu Yunzhou's mind went blank for a moment, his mouth moving faster than his brain: "I mean, I'm a very loyal person. President Su, you can lean on me, I'll always be there to support you..."

"..."

The air was silent for two seconds.

Su Qingwan crumpled the tissue in her hand into a ball and threw it at his face.

"Can't you even speak a normal sentence?"

She stood up, not wearing high heels, but her flat leather shoes still carried a strong presence as she stepped onto the edge of the bed.

"No! Mr. Su, I was being serious!"

Lu Yunzhou shrank back.

"Lu...Yun...Zhou".

Su Qingwan placed one foot on his chest, not with much force but with a very assertive attitude, looking down at him with a face that said, "Try saying one more word."

"President Su! I'm injured! My shoulder! I have a hole in my shoulder!"

Lu Yunzhou covered his head with his hands.

"Didn't you say you couldn't lift your arm?"

Su Qingwan looked down at his two hands protecting his head, her voice so cold it could freeze.

Lu Yunzhou froze.

Both hands were raised high, steady and firm, with no sign of pain in his right shoulder.

It’s over.

Just then, the ward door was pushed open.

Luo Qingyi walked in, wearing high heels and carrying a medical record folder, and saw this scene on the bed.

Su Qingwan stood by the bed, one foot on Lu Yunzhou, who was curled up in a ball with his hands covering his head.

Luo Qingyi stopped at the door and raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me? Should I go out?"

"unnecessary."

Su Qingwan withdrew her foot, her expression unchanged as she sat back down in her chair. "Qingyi, how is his recovery?"

Luo Qingyi walked to the bedside, casually flipped through the medical records, and then looked at Lu Yunzhou's current curled-up position with his head in his hands, and pressed the corners of her mouth together.

"The healing speed of a penetrating wound is far faster than that of a normal person, and new muscle tissue has already formed."

"At this rate of recovery, he should be able to be discharged tomorrow."

Su Qingwan's gaze fell back on Lu Yunzhou, as if she were looking at a corpse about to be placed in a coffin.

"I can be discharged tomorrow."

She repeated the sentence, "But he just told me that he can't lift his arm and can't hold the bowl, so he asked me to feed him soup spoonful by spoonful."

Luo Qingyi turned her head to look at Lu Yunzhou, her eyes brimming with barely suppressed laughter.

"Lu Yunzhou, the soft tissue on the outside of your right shoulder had already recovered 80% of its mobility when we checked on you this morning. You were able to lift your arm to hold a bowl yesterday afternoon."

The ward was silent for three seconds.

Su Qingwan and Luo Qingyi, one sitting and one standing, both gazed at the man on the bed who seemed to want to bury his head in the pillow.

Lu Yunzhou swallowed hard and forced a fawning smile.

"You two... could you please stop slapping me in the face?"