Five years after being dumped, President Jiang became increasingly entangled in...

"I'm not saying I agree, but you know Jing Si better than I do, right? You should know what Jing Si is thinking, shouldn't you?"

Jiang Jin snorted: "All I know is that Brother Si isn't a jerk. That woman ran off with all of Brother Si's money, leaving his mother without money for medical bills, which led to her tragic death. No one could forgive that, and I don't think Brother Si can forgive her. If he could forgive her for something like that, he wouldn't be Brother Si."

"You're overthinking it. What if Xu Chaoxi doesn't know?"

"She doesn't know? Doesn't she know how much money Brother Si has? Brother Si used to be completely open with her, he'd tell her everything, even the number of moles on his body. Do you believe that when I say that?"

After he finished speaking, Jiang Jin paused, narrowing his eyes as he scrutinized him: "Wait a minute, why are you taking her side? Could it be that Xu Chaoxi sent you to be her intermediary? Does she still want to go back to Si-ge's side?"

Cui Xingye was taken aback for a moment, then rubbed his forehead: "You're overthinking it. I'm not just doing this for no reason. I'm just advising you not to be so absolute. Didn't you bring this up in the first place? I was just stating my opinion. Why are you blaming me now?"

Jiang Jin pursed his lips and didn't continue speaking.

He wrote out a prescription and handed it to Cui Xingye. "Go to the pharmacy on the first floor to get your medicine. Oh, and tell Si Ge to eat on time and keep his diet light. Stomach problems are no small matter. And you, try not to stay up too late at night."

"clear."

Cui Xingye strolled leisurely down the corridor outside, holding the prescription, as if waiting for someone.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he walked straight up to the man: "Dr. Chung, it's been a long time."

As Zhong Qingli was lost in thought, a figure suddenly blocked her path, causing her to stop abruptly. She looked up and realized that the person in front of her seemed familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

"Hello, you are...?"

"I am Cui Xingye."

Upon hearing his name, Zhong Qingli suddenly remembered him and, as if struck by a sudden realization, greeted him as usual, "It's you! Long time no see. Have you been sick?"

Cui Xingye was a friend of Chaoxi's. They had met a few times in college and she remembered him. As soon as he revealed his identity, she remembered him.

"I've been feeling a bit tight in my chest lately, so I came to the hospital to get checked out and pick up some medicine for my friend. How are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"

Zhong Qingli is Xu Chaoxi's best friend, and she happens to work at this hospital.

"Chaoxi? She..." Zhong Qingli's brain was working at lightning speed, unsure of what he was asking about or what his purpose was.

"She's fine." Zhong Qingli gave a cautious, ambiguous answer, revealing no further information.

Cui Xingye breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. She was frightened last night, so she should rest at home. There's no rush for work."

Zhong Qingli suppressed her doubts and nodded: "I will tell her."

Watching his departing figure, Zhong Qingli seemed lost in thought.

Was she frightened last night? Didn't she come to the hospital or go home?

Questions swirled in her mind, and she couldn't find the answers.

Having achieved his goal, Cui Xingye took the medicine to the company.

As soon as he arrived at the company, she placed the medicine in front of him: "Here, mission accomplished."

Jiang Jingsi looked up and casually said, "Thanks."

"Your Xu Chaoxi is alright now, don't worry."

Jiang Jingsi paused, his hand holding the pen still, and calmly said, "When have I ever cared about her?"

Cui Xingye scoffed, stubbornly refusing to admit defeat.

If Jiang Jingsi didn't know he was in the hospital, would he have called him so early in the morning? He clearly knew he was going to see Jiang Jin and wanted him to ask Jiang Jin about the situation. Unfortunately, that blockhead Jiang Jin didn't understand anything.

He had no choice but to find another way.

"You can rest assured about Jiang Jin's work. Putting aside everything else, he's very capable; after all, he's a professional."

Jiang Jingsi remained silent.

Cui Xingye clutched his chest and sighed, "I've been running errands for you all morning, and I'm sick myself. My heart is pounding like I'm running a marathon. I've been so busy getting you medicine. Mr. Jiang, you wouldn't be so inconsiderate of your subordinates, would you?"

"That's what you made of staying up all night," Jiang Jingsi said coldly.

Cui Xingye snorted twice, stared at his face, and after examining him for a while, said, "You're not much better off, are you? Look at your eyes, they're all dark circles. You probably didn't sleep well last night, did you?"

Jiang Jingsi gave him a warning look, stopping him from making any further connections.

Cui Xingye is only serious when he is doing serious business.

"Okay," Cui Xingye raised his hands, "I won't imagine it anymore, but you have to treat me to dinner tonight."

"No, I have a banquet tonight."

"A banquet?" Cui Xingye's eyes lit up. "What kind of banquet?"

"Don't ask too many questions. If we really ask you to go, you'll find a way to make excuses."

"How could that be? I love socializing."

"Since when did you, Young Master Cui, start liking this kind of thing?" Jiang Jingsi raised his eyelids, his eyes full of mockery.

"I'm your capable assistant, after all. This is just a small matter; how could I possibly not be able to handle it?"

"No need, you should get some rest and come to work on time tomorrow."

-

After having breakfast, Xu Chaoxi wandered around Jiang Jingsi's house and unknowingly ended up in the study.

The study was probably the place where Jiang Jingsi kept the most secrets.

She pushed open the door and went in. The interior decoration style was the same as the outside: gray and white, cold, and quiet.

That's his style.

The desk was neat and clean, without a speck of dust.

He loved cleanliness as always.

There are few books on the bookshelf; mostly folders.

She sat down in the chair and immediately saw Shu Lan's photo on the desk.

Upon seeing this, she instinctively reached out to take it.

Shu Lan is an extremely gentle woman, but her mental state is not very good.

In the past, every time Shu Lan visited Jiang Jingsi's home, she would cook a table full of delicious food for her. The first time she stayed overnight at her home, Shu Lan would specifically ask if she had any dietary restrictions and cook a table of dishes that suited her taste. She would also thoughtfully prepare towels and slippers.

Even though she lived in a dilapidated rented room, Shu Lan kept her small home spotless.

She loved cleanliness and had a comforting scent—camellia—that reminded her of Shulan every time she smelled it.

It's no exaggeration to say that Shu Lan treated her like her own daughter.

Now that Jiang Jingsi is so rich, he probably won't let her suffer anymore, living in that dilapidated little house, right?

With this in mind, she made up her mind that she would definitely go and see Shulan after some time.

Although, she might be very angry with herself.

She lowered her eyes, her attention suddenly drawn to a corner of an A4 sheet of paper peeking out of a lower drawer. Just as she was about to open the drawer to take a look, she heard the nanny's voice outside say:

"Miss Cen, you've arrived."

Miss Cen? Is that Cen Nian?