Chapter 20
Perhaps it was because she had some red wine before bed, but Feng Jin slept soundly without being disturbed by any dreams. So when the plane landed, she didn't even notice. It wasn't until someone approached that she vaguely caught a faint, fresh scent, and her consciousness began to return.
Feng Jin raised her hand, intending to remove her headphones and eye mask, but her hand was gently held down by someone.
Then, a cool yet subtly tender voice sounded softly in her ear: "Madam CEO, passengers are disembarking, so the cabin lights are quite bright."
Immediately, a cool fingertip unintentionally brushed against her neck and ear, causing her to involuntarily let out a faint sigh.
Jiang Suliu's mind blanked for a moment. He pressed his thin lips tightly, silently rehearsing last quarter's financial report in his heart. Yet his gaze couldn't help but linger on her high, well-defined nose, beautifully shaped red lips, fair neck, and the delicate intersection of her collarbones. Those peach-blossom eyes behind the glasses were no longer cold as usual, but instead held a subtle, indescribable darkness…
Then, he memorized the numbers of the financial report wrong.
"Secretary Jiang, may I take off the eye mask now?" Feng Jin's voice brought him back to reality quickly. Jiang Suliu regained his composure, his voice calm and normal: "Please keep your eyes closed for now. Wait until they adjust to the light before opening."
He carefully took off the eye mask for her, deliberately avoiding looking at her pale skin, instead focusing on the mask itself.
Feng Jin raised her hand to shield her eyes, and after a moment to adjust, slowly opened them.
She saw Jiang Suliu standing in front of her, dressed neatly as if ready to attend a meeting at any time, though a faint blush colored his ears and cheeks.
"Hot?" she asked without thinking.
"Yes, today the New York sun is particularly scorching," he replied lightly, his demeanor unusually calm and steady.
"Hmm," Feng Jin sat up, realizing she was dressed too casually at the moment, and said, "I'll go freshen up. This is too informal."
Hearing her words, Jiang Suliu promptly said, "Madam CEO, the Chairman wouldn't think you're being rude."
On the contrary, you look great — more relaxed than your usual formality.
Feng Jin lifted her head slightly, looking at her secretary. It seemed he had a point. She had always been in dark suits in front of her father, which felt a bit too deliberate.
She rubbed her forehead and nodded. "Mm." Then she stood up to go to the restroom to tidy her appearance.
Looking in the mirror, she wasn't as haggard as she feared, and felt relieved. She lightly applied some makeup to make her pale complexion look better — at least enough so her father wouldn't worry.
When Feng Jin came out, Jiang Suliu was already waiting by the exit with the luggage.
The two of them disembarked and arrived at the arrivals hall. Feng Jin glanced toward a direction and walked over with a faint smile on her face.
"Uncle Daniel."
"Welcome back, my lady," the handsome, refined man greeted her with a warm smile, his tone very respectful. "The gentleman misses you very much."
"I miss father, too," Feng Jin smiled. "I hope to see the gentle side of him."
"The gentleman's temper has softened quite a bit recently."
"I want to believe you."
Daniel's gaze landed on Jiang Suliu. His blue eyes looked very gentle. "Who is this?"
"My secretary."
"Oh, he doesn't quite look like it," Daniel said with a smile as he bent down to open the car door for her.
Feng Jin sat in the car, smiling at Daniel. "You're not the first to say that." This loyal bodyguard and driver, who always stayed by her father's side, had a sharp intuition and keen eye, quite different from his gentle gentlemanly demeanor — too gentle, in fact, to be harmless.
But as long as father is fine, Feng Jin felt some comfort. She then sent a message to Shi Yu and Aunt Hua to let them know she was safe.
The car drove smoothly and stopped at a residential area.
It was far from the city center, with beautiful surroundings and good security — very suitable for her father's recuperation.
As soon as Feng Jin entered the house, she saw an elderly man sitting in a wheelchair in the living room, his expression serious but with traces of illness.
Her eyes moistened, but she suppressed the emotion rising up, speaking calmly, "Dad, I'm back."
Feng Fu frowned at his daughter, his tone unexpectedly sharp: "I didn't want you to come here. How long did you plan on hiding this from an old man like me?"
Hearing her father's strong voice, Feng Jin felt a nostalgic pang but had to soothe his anger.
"Dad, I just didn't want you to worry. This is because I unilaterally broke off the engagement with the Chu family, and I should bear the responsibility."
"Unilaterally? Bear responsibility?!" Feng Fu's voice suddenly rose, "Where did the Chu family get the confidence to humiliate Feng Qisheng's daughter?!"
The old man was furious. Jiang Suliu, who had followed in, hesitated about whether to stay or leave.
But Feng Fu's sharp eyes soon caught sight of the newcomer. "Is this the new boyfriend you're seeing?"
Feng Jin was about to deny it, but the butler walked over and said, "Chairman, just to ease your worries, look — the young lady has already found a better boyfriend. You should listen to the doctor and focus on getting better."
Feng Jin's words stuck in her throat. Butler, why didn't you tell me beforehand? Her brief moment of shock quickly gave way to calm composure.
"All right, enough standing there in front of this old man! Go do whatever you should be doing!" Feng Fu waved his hand dismissively, looking very annoyed.
The butler gave Feng Jin a knowing look from behind Feng Fu. "Young lady, you and this gentleman should go see if the roses you planted last time in the garden have bloomed."
Where did she have the leisure to plant flowers? Feng Jin looked up at the butler's twitching eye corner, helpless in her heart. Given the current situation, she had no choice but to play along.
"Jiang… Suliu," Feng Jin seemed to sigh lightly and walked over to him, taking his hand with a smile. "This way."
Seeing this, Feng Fu's last bit of doubt disappeared.
The two walked to the garden, and their hands parted.
The backyard was at the back of the house, featuring a circular terrace and a gazebo forming a leisure area. Purple wisteria grew abundantly on the gazebo roof, creating a cool shade in summer. Comfortable tables and chairs were set up inside the gazebo. On the table sat an exquisite small deep-blue round vase holding a few fresh pink roses. It would be a perfect place for an evening dinner party.
Next to the gazebo grew a big tree. Underneath was an artificial pond surrounded by stone tables and chairs. The blend of Chinese and Western styles was harmonious.
Jiang Suliu politely pulled out a chair for Feng Jin. After she sat down, he took a seat opposite her.
At that moment, a maid brought cut fruit and chilled drinks, then quickly left.
Feng Jin met Jiang Suliu's gaze, then looked at the neatly arranged fruit with a somewhat embarrassed expression. "Don't mind what happened earlier with my father…"
"No need for apology, Madam CEO. As long as the Chairman feels at ease," Jiang Suliu replied, "I will cooperate with you."
Hearing this, Feng Jin felt she had overthought things and grew more at ease. From the butler's earlier attitude and subtle gestures, it was clear her father cared about her future — or was afraid that someone as strong as her would end up alone without a partner.
There was no denying Feng Jin knew her father well and had guessed most of his thoughts.
Because of that, she found herself at a loss for words.
Would the upcoming cover-up be even more troublesome? Feng Jin sighed in her heart. The company's affairs already kept her too busy to worry about anything else. The Chu family and the people behind them definitely wouldn't settle down easily, and obviously, her father wouldn't let her return so easily.
Thinking this way, Feng Jin felt a sense of relief. There were still two vice presidents in the company who weren't just figureheads; important matters would surely be reported to her. For now, she needed to focus on comforting her father.
A cool breeze blew, dispelling the summer heat, and the air was filled with the fragrance of summer flowers.
She looked at Jiang Suliu sitting opposite her and asked, "Secretary Jiang, do you have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Hm." Feng Jin nodded, then looked at him. "Then from now on, I'll be counting on you."
"Please don't mind it, Madam CEO."
"To avoid suspicion from my father, just call me by my name."
"...Feng Jin."
...
At that moment, elsewhere, Father Feng frowned.
"Do you think Ah Jin really let go of that Chu guy?"
"Chairman, the young lady just met the right person this time." The butler wiped the sweat from his brow. He had tried calling the young lady earlier but was told she was in a call. Meanwhile, he had to prepare the chairman's medicine, which caused some delay.
Fortunately, nothing was exposed.
"But that Chu guy has been with Ah Jin for so long..."
"The young lady is someone who can pick up and let go easily, just like you."
"Hmph, of course my daughter resembles me!" Father Feng relaxed his expression but sighed, "But since I raised Ah Jin this way, her path in love won't be as ordinary women who enjoy simple happiness..."
"Please rest assured, Chairman. The young lady will definitely meet the right person."
"You mean that man wearing the Sheng'an employee uniform?" Father Feng narrowed his eyes. "Though I don't care much about family background, the secretary still needs to be observed carefully. Make sure they sleep in separate rooms!"
"Understood, Chairman. I will arrange it immediately."
...
After dinner, Feng Jin finished reading the files sent by the company, then opened her email and found an anonymous message.
An anonymous email?
Feng Jin moved the mouse and opened it. The content made her frown slightly.
It was a story translated into Italian. Feng Jin didn't know the source of the story. She understood the general meaning, but it didn't seem to carry any special significance.
This email address was for official matters, and few besides company managers knew about it. She thought for a moment but didn't delete the email, planning to have the tech department trace the IP after returning to the country to see if it was related to the recent incident.
After finishing her work, Feng Jin looked up and noticed it was already very late. She got up, poured herself a glass of water, and moistened her throat before deciding to take a shower and rest.
After coming out of the bathroom and drying her hair, she heard a knock on the door. Glancing at her pajamas, she took a jacket from the wardrobe and put it on.
Opening the door, she saw Jiang Suliu holding a cup of warm milk. Understanding his intention, she reached out and took it.
"Thank you."
"Madam CEO, please rest early. Good night."
"Mm, good night."
After closing the door, Feng Jin looked at the milk cup in her hand and drank it anyway.
She wasn't sleepy yet, so she sat on the lounge chair on the balcony, squinting as she enjoyed the breeze.
The summer night breeze was particularly refreshing. When sleepiness came, Feng Jin returned to the bedroom and quickly fell asleep.
Whether it was the milk or her body's fatigue, she slept through the night without any dreams.
Early the next morning.
After washing up and coming downstairs, Feng Jin saw Jiang Suliu and her father playing chess.
The game was Chinese Go, a game with a long history, not Western chess.
Judging by the board's layout, they had been playing for quite some time.
"Dad, good morning."
"Why didn't you sleep longer?" Father Feng put down a piece and asked the butler to bring breakfast.
After breakfast, Jiang Suliu intended to continue the unfinished game with Father Feng, but Father Feng glanced at him calmly and said, "We can continue the game tonight. The weather outside is so good. You young people should go out and enjoy yourselves." Then he looked at Feng Jin, "Your teacher will come to pick you up in twenty minutes. I won't go to the training ground."
Upon hearing "training ground," Feng Jin paused and said, "Dad, I still want to spend more time with you."
"No need. I have an old friend coming for tea today. I won't bother your young people's world." With that, Daniel arrived, greeted Feng Jin, and left with Father Feng.
Feng Jin silently mourned her rusty bones.
Twenty minutes later, a familiar figure appeared.
Jiang Suliu was momentarily stunned. He had seen this man ten years ago.
"Coach Jonathan, long time no see." Feng Jin smiled and hugged her martial arts coach.
"Jin, I missed you too." Jonathan laughed heartily and patted her back with great strength.
Jiang Suliu frowned and stepped forward, extending his hand. "Hello, I'm Feng Jin's boyfriend, Jiang Suliu."
Hearing this, Jonathan squinted at the elegant Oriental man before him and shook his hand generously, "Hello, I'm Jonathan, Jin's martial arts coach."
The grip was strong, and Jiang Suliu returned it without a change in expression.
Though he hadn't trained in martial arts, as a doctor he needed to stay fit; otherwise, how could he endure surgeries that last for hours?
Jonathan raised his eyebrows, surprised by the strength of the Oriental man's handshake.
By then, Feng Jin, already changed into dark camouflage training clothes, stepped out. Her long hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she carried a camouflage backpack.
Seeing Feng Jin, Jiang Suliu's eyes flashed with a hint of admiration.
Jonathan released his handshake, and Jiang Suliu did the same.
Outside, a dark gray SUV stopped.
This time, Feng Jin took the driver's seat with practiced ease. Jiang Suliu, recovering from his surprise, sat in the passenger seat.
Perhaps due to nervousness or other reasons, Jiang Suliu forgot to fasten his seatbelt. Feng Jin leaned over and helped him buckle it, then looked up, meeting his alluring peach blossom eyes. His finely sculpted jaw tensed slightly, as if restraining something.
Feng Jin suppressed her emotions, and the car drove quickly and smoothly toward the destination.
About half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a somewhat retro tower-like building. Feng Jin's backpack was snatched from her by Jiang Suliu before she could react. She thanked him.
This place was at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by tall trees and shrubs. The hills were low and mostly rolling.
The three arrived at a grassy field, where several people had already gathered. They cheered happily when they saw Feng Jin.
"Jin, long time no see, how have you been?"
"Very well, Grace."
Before becoming the CEO of Sheng'an, Feng Jin sometimes served as Jonathan's assistant instructor, so the trainees all knew her.
Jonathan then began to test Feng Jin's physical condition by having her spar with the trainees one by one.
Though she hadn't practiced in a long time, her foundation was still there. When Feng Jin fought, her eyes sharpened, her aura becoming deadly serious. Her moves were crisp and decisive, pushing the trainees step by step into retreat.
Jiang Suliu watched Feng Jin from a distance, his mind flashing back to ten years ago. His heart seemed to want to break free; his calm peach blossom eyes were tinted with an indistinguishable emotion.
This feeling was perhaps pain or joy, or a mixture of both.
After finishing the rounds, Feng Jin removed her protective gear, her cheeks faintly flushed. Her lips parted as she gasped, and sweat trickled down into her collar.
Jiang Suliu suppressed his feelings and handed her water.
"Thank you." Feng Jin took the water and noticed Jiang Suliu was already half-kneeling before her.
He wore a plain black employee uniform but somehow gave off the austere aura of a military officer. Among everyone dressed in training clothes, he didn't seem out of place.
As Feng Jin thought this, she suddenly felt a soft touch on her cheek — a handkerchief, carrying the faint, crisp scent from him. Surprised by Jiang Suliu's action, she just stared at him for a moment.
Feng Jin was reclining with knees bent, hands supporting her back. Jiang Suliu knelt before her, wiping her sweat while his cool fingertips brushed over her soft lips unintentionally.
Their eyes met; his dark pupils revealed some surprise. Behind the lenses, his peach blossom eyes remained clear and cold, seeming calm and natural but also suppressing something, making him even more mesmerizing.
"I'll do it myself."
Snapping back to reality, Feng Jin reached out to take the handkerchief, accidentally covering his hand. The cool touch was especially pleasant in the summer heat.
She pocketed the handkerchief and said, "Thank you for the handkerchief."
"You're welcome." Jiang Suliu lowered his eyelids, his slender fingers slightly curled as if the softness he just felt still lingered on his fingertips. He lowered his head to hide the shadow in his eyes.
The forest breeze blew, yet it could not dispel the slight heat rising from their hearts.
At this moment, Jonathan walked over and said, "Jin, the next part won't be so easy!"
That mysterious atmosphere was instantly broken.
Feng Jin stood up, quickly putting on her protective gear, smiling as she said, "I will give it my all, Teacher. Please go easy on me."
Jonathan, who had taken quite some time to grasp Chinese idioms from initial half-understanding to mastery, laughed heartily, "That depends on your skill, Jin!"
Knowing there was no room for negotiation, Feng Jin did not get discouraged. Her father had invited Teacher Jonathan precisely so she could relax, not exhaust herself with company matters, to get a chance to breathe and release some stress.
However, she was already finding it somewhat difficult to keep up with the trainees. But avoidance was never her way. Jonathan's training method was the most survival-of-the-fittest style, ruthless like a wolf—one move to defeat the enemy—dangerous yet effective.
By now, the sun was setting in the west. Feng Jin stepped onto the field. Jonathan's face lost its usual cheerful expression; his eyes radiated cold cruelty. Feng Jin stood opposite him, her momentum unyielding as she quickly adjusted her state.
A gust of wind blew, stirring the thick tree canopy, and a leaf fell with the breeze.
Feng Jin moved.
A beautiful side kick struck Jonathan's knee. The next moment, her ankle was grabbed by a hand, strong but not harmful. Her balance was disrupted; she flipped, kicking Jonathan's nose with her other leg. At the same time, Jonathan had to release her ankle. Feng Jin landed lightly and attacked Jonathan again, her moves fierce and pressing.
Seeing this, Jonathan easily parried her attacks but frowned, "How many times have I told you, that side kick isn't used like that. If it were someone else, that leg would be useless now."
"That's part of the plan too, Teacher Jonathan," Feng Jin chuckled lightly. Suddenly, her speed surged as she circled to Jonathan's right side, transforming a punch into a palm strike aimed at his neck.
Unsurprisingly, Jonathan's wrist was caught, and the attack was instantly deflected, but this was expected. The next moment, Feng Jin's other hand threw a hook at Jonathan's temple while her right knee bent to attack his lower body.
Jonathan shook his head at her crafty moves—enough explosive power, but poor stamina. After just a few rounds, she began to pant heavily. Sitting long in the office had left her joints like rusty parts, lacking exercise.
As time dragged on, Feng Jin gradually felt exhausted, her body reaching its limit. She gasped for breath to supply oxygen, then her attacks became even fiercer.
Jonathan never left the half-meter radius centered on his right foot, easily defending against Feng Jin's seemingly disorganized but actually relentless attacks. "You can easily beat the trainees with that method," Jonathan said in a low voice, "But this isn't a competition. Even if it were, such a move where you injure the enemy a thousand times but harm yourself eight hundred times is not worth it…"
Feng Jin's eyes darkened.
Suddenly, a sharp change!
"President!"
Jiang Suliu stepped forward, catching her as she nearly collapsed, his face darkened with worry.
Jonathan was surprised by the speed of this Oriental man but quickly composed himself. Looking at Feng Jin's pale face in pain, his blue eyes flickered with concern. "Check the injury first!"
Feng Jin's breathing faltered. In the sharp pain, her vision blurred, only vaguely seeing a figure and smelling a faint, unfamiliar crisp scent.
—It was Jiang Suliu.
She had no strength to speak, her protective gear was removed by him, and she leaned half in his arms, hearing a cold but caring voice near her ear.
"President, let me check your injury first."
As he spoke, Feng Jin felt her ankle gently held by a hand; she gasped. Gradually, the intense pain eased. She raised a hand to stop Jiang Suliu's action, panting, "I'm fine, just a sprain. No bone injury."
"But your complexion looks bad," Jiang Suliu frowned.
At that moment, Jonathan squatted down and expertly removed her shoe to examine it. "Lateral ligament injury, luckily not too serious, but you can't continue training."
Feng Jin silently endured, making no sound.
Jiang Suliu frowned at this but said nothing about Jonathan's actions. He knelt, made a simple fixation on her injury, then carried her horizontally. Turning to Jonathan, he said, "I'll take her back first; her injury needs treatment."
"I'll drive you back," Jonathan said, speaking to the trainees nearby before getting into the SUV.
Once the car started, Jiang Suliu sat with Feng Jin in his arms. The SUV drove faster than before, returning to the residence in about fifteen minutes.
Feng Jin wanted to say she could walk, but Jiang Suliu didn't give her a chance to speak and carried her straight through the door. The butler looked surprised, and Jiang Suliu said calmly, "Butler, please bring me the emergency medical kit and ice, thank you." Then he carried Feng Jin upstairs.
Jonathan, seeing no use staying, declined the butler's invitation, intending to visit an old friend to make amends. Thinking of Feng Jin's injury just now, his brow furrowed. He really had no temper with her—if someone else used such moves, he'd have kicked them out! But Feng Jin was different; she had been his student since age fifteen and meant a lot to him, like a godfather.
From the start, Feng Jin showed remarkable talent in martial arts. He admired talent, but she wasn't suitable for competition. What she learned was only for self-defense and willpower training.
Though that was the original intent, Feng Jin always left him helpless, winning by surprise moves when the odds were against her.
Just like many years ago.
Jonathan shook his head, sighed, and stopped dwelling on the unpleasant memories of the past.
This time, Feng Jin's injury wasn't severe, but it was still worrisome.
Especially since she was still at the helm of Sheng'an, no one knew how that unreasonable old man would glare at her.
Upstairs, in the bedroom.
Feng Jin half-reclined on the soft bed, having given up on saying anything, just watching Jiang Suliu as he worked.
No wonder he was a doctor—his movements were meticulous and serious, his expression stern.
Earlier, with the help of a maid, Feng Jin had only wiped her body with warm water and changed into a loose, plain-colored set of homewear. These were the last concessions Jiang Suliu allowed, fearing her injury might worsen, so he forbade her from taking a hot bath. Now, half-leaning against the pillow, the air conditioner was on in the bedroom to prevent her from catching a cold, and a light blanket covered her. Her injured ankle was held gently by one hand, with a large bag of ice placed on the swollen area.
The sensation was unpleasant, and Feng Jin instinctively moved her foot.
In the next moment, her ankle was held firmly.
"President, please don't move," Jiang Suliu's tone was no longer the usual respectful one, but carried a hint of command.
Feng Jin thought she had misheard, paused, then stayed still.
The room was very quiet. Feng Jin felt sleepy—training had been exhausting, and martial arts really were the best way to relieve stress. But with her injured foot, it would probably take at least ten to fifteen days to heal.
Sleep gradually overcame her; leaning on the soft pillow, she fell asleep.
Looking at her peaceful and unguarded sleeping face, Jiang Suliu had no romantic thoughts.
That image reminded him again of when she fought alone—though exhausted and physically taxed, she remained calm, as if she could endure anything.
Until she finally saw Jonathan and could safely lose consciousness.
She had always been like that.
…Someone impossible to simply let go.
Outside, night quietly fell.
Jiang Suliu saw the swelling had reduced considerably. He sprayed some external injury medicine on her ankle, then gently massaged it with his fingertips. After absorption, he wrapped the injury with gauze and placed a soft pillow under her right foot. To prevent her from moving too much, he didn't leave, staying by her bedside.
Perhaps due to the pain, Feng Jin's brow was slightly furrowed; her sleep was restless.
Jiang Suliu dimmed the bedroom lights to a soft glow so as not to irritate her eyes.
At one point, Feng Jin's father came upstairs quietly without disturbing her sleep and signaled Jiang Suliu to step outside. Jiang Suliu glanced at the peacefully sleeping Feng Jin, then followed him out.
Feng's father originally wanted to scold Jiang Suliu for not taking Feng Jin to the hospital, but upon learning that Jiang Suliu was a doctor at a British noble hospital, he held back. He looked at Jiang Suliu and sighed, momentarily no longer the commanding CEO but just a common father.
He deeply understood the fickleness of human hearts, so he had never relaxed in educating his only daughter, never hid the fact that he was grooming her to inherit the company. It wasn't that he was unreasonable, but if she didn't inherit such a large company and it fell into the hands of predators, he would regret it deeply. Better to teach his daughter the realities of life so that even if she left the Feng family, she could still survive well.
True wealth was not wealth itself, but experience and a calm heart—tranquility after weathering countless storms.
Marriage, however, might be more difficult for her than for most.
"Take good care of Arjin,"
In the end, Feng's father said the simple, ordinary words any father would say, filled with all the love a father has for his daughter.
"Okay."
Watching Feng's father leave, Jiang Suliu tucked away the trace of inexplicable loss in his heart, took a deep breath, and returned to Feng Jin's bedroom. Standing by her bed, he looked at her sleeping face, his eyes dark and unclear.
Feng Jin's bedroom was decorated exactly like her office—simple and straightforward, with few pieces of furniture but exquisite and luxurious. Even the wood used for the dressing table was expensive. The crystal chandelier on the ceiling was not flashy but exuded understated luxury, matching the room's color scheme and casting a soft, warm glow.
Late at night, Feng Jin seemed to have slept enough. She opened her eyes and saw Jiang Suliu sitting by her bed. Coming to her senses, she glanced at the clock on the wall and asked, "Secretary Jiang, why aren't you resting so late?"
"You're alone, and your foot is injured. The chairman is worried," Jiang Suliu replied naturally, then bent down to place a soft pillow behind her and asked, "Are you hungry?"
Hearing this, Feng Jin didn't think much; after all, the act had to be thorough. She nodded, "A little."
"Then wait a moment." Jiang Suliu handed her a tablet, "Your foot injury should not be moved easily, or it could cause chronic damage to the ankle ligaments, reducing ligament elasticity, lowering joint stability, putting continuous pressure on the joints, and causing recurring inflammation."
"Mm, I understand," Feng Jin nodded, having experienced his insistence before.
Taking the tablet, she browsed through it. It was full of the latest Hollywood movies and some music videos of various genres.
She had expected company files. Looking up, she found Jiang Suliu had already left.
About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Suliu returned carrying a bowl of noodles. Seeing Feng Jin put aside the tablet and half-close her eyes as if resting, he approached.
Hearing the sound, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
Jiang Suliu placed a small table in front of her, laid a napkin, and then set the bowl before her.
Sprinkled with fresh scallions, it looked very appetizing.
Feng Jin tasted it. Though it looked ordinary, the flavor was quite good.
But it didn't seem like the handiwork of their chef.
"Did you make this?" She asked, the tone a question but really a statement.
"Yes, President," Jiang Suliu answered honestly. "It's late, and eating anything else is hard to digest and bad for your stomach."
"Thank you, it tastes very good."
Feng Jin ate quietly and gracefully. When she finished, Jiang Suliu handed her a clean napkin, which she used to gently wipe her mouth.
Jiang Suliu cleared away the dishes and left the room.
Feng Jin had slept enough and was no longer sleepy. She planned to wash up and then handle the documents from the mainland.
Moreover, while she was away, the Chu family and their backers surely would not sit idle.
Just as Feng Jin stood and moved her bandaged foot, finding it tolerable enough, she was about to get out of bed.
At that moment, the door was pushed open.