The queen's wife is too sultry

A burly bodyguard stood at the door, guarding the ward with a blank face, making sure that no one could approach.

Doctor Zhang came to the door of the ward with the medical record and the examination report in his hand.

"Two big brothers, Ms. Zhang hasn't checked today, look—"

The bodyguard looked at him expressionlessly: "The president ordered that no one is allowed in."

The tone was firm, with no room for maneuver, and even a bit of deterrence.

Doctor Zhang sneered, "Then I'll go in after Mr. Jiang comes out."

After speaking, he turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

After leaving the sight of the bodyguards, Dr. Zhang took out his mobile phone, made sure that no one was around, and quietly dialed a call:
"Hello, Mr. Lu."

In the ward, Jiang Jingting and Zhang Yuemei sat opposite each other, speechless.

After a long silence, the handsome man hesitated and said, "Grandma, I'm here today—"

Zhang Yuemei saw his "awkwardness" and interrupted him with a smile: "Boss Jiang, you don't have to call me grandma like Zhenzhen."

"If you don't mind, just call me the dean, although I have been away from the orphanage for a long time."

Jiang Jingting nodded, his tense handsome face relaxed.

He doesn't have any special feelings for Zhang Yuemei, but because of Zhang Yuemei's importance to Ye Zhen, he is willing to give her the greatest respect.

"Mr. Jiang, the last time I saw you, you looked like Zhenzhen, like a child, and now you can be your own."

Zhang Yuemei sighed, the man in front of her was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his appearance was handsome and elegant, his whole body was restrained and dignified, but there was a bit of low-key domineering.

It was quite different from the youthful look standing next to Ye Zhen in a white shirt.

Her address also changed from "Master Jiang" to "Mr. Jiang".

The corner of Jiang Jingting's mouth curled up into a faint smile: "Dean, time flies, Zhenzhen and I have known each other for ten years."

When "Zhenzhen" was mentioned, there was an imperceptible tenderness across the man's brows and eyes, which did not escape Zhang Yuemei's eyes.

For some reason, because of this detail, Zhang Yuemei's uneasy heart gradually settled down.

Starting from her selfishness, Ye Zhen is naturally an excellent child, and she needs an equally outstanding man to be worthy of her.

And Jiang Jingting in front of him is that perfect man, he is more than enough to match Ye Zhen, even from a secular point of view, Ye Zhen is still a bit "high".

It's just that no matter how perfect he is, he is also a member of the Jiang family, a successor of an aristocratic family, no matter how beautiful he looks on the surface, he cannot escape the fate of being restrained by the family.

I don't know how Jiang Jingting will choose?

Thinking of Lu Qing's conversation with her in the ward not long ago, Zhang Yuemei's eyes slowly rose with worry and melancholy.

But now that Jiang Jingting was sitting in front of her, she didn't know how to ask.

After all, he is no longer that boy, but the unfathomable president of RC.

Perhaps sensing Zhang Yuemei's discomfort, Jiang Jingting took the initiative to say:

"Dean, Zhenzhen is very concerned about your condition. A few days ago, she was recording a program in London. When she knew you were about to wake up, she came back to China to see you."

Zhang Yuemei froze for a moment, then shook her head helplessly: "This silly child, I am an old woman who has no blood relationship with her, and she just let me drag her down for so long."

Although it was a reproach, the kindness and warmth in her eyes could not deceive anyone.

Jiang Jingting smiled lightly, rubbing the watch on his left with his right hand lazily, "You can't say that, since her mother passed away, she has always regarded you as her only relative."

I don't know if it's Zhang Yuemei's illusion, but when mentioning "the only family member", Jiang Jingting seems to have deliberately accentuated the words.

It sounds meaningless.

Thinking of the conversation with Lu Qing, Zhang Yuemei's heart tightened, and she unconsciously met the man's deep black eyes. He was obviously smiling, but it always made her feel alienated and indifferent, and it was hard for her to let go of her guard and get close.

Jiang Jingting's expression was still calm, and nothing abnormal could be seen. Zhang Yuemei couldn't read any clues from it, so she looked away and sighed softly: "I'm an old bone, how long can I stay with her?"

"Zhenzhen is lucky to meet you. It's not easy for her to be a child. I won't be here in the future, so I have to trouble Mr. Jiang."

Her voice revealed the vicissitudes of love and warmth, and she observed Jiang Jingting's reaction from the corner of her eye.

After a long while, Jiang Jingting raised his eyes, his eyes were slightly deep, and he didn't dodge the slightest bit. There was a kind of natural calm and self-restraint in his whole body. He said casually: "This is natural."

He chuckled, "She can only be accompanied by me for the rest of her life, and I don't allow anyone to interfere in my relationship with her."

It was clearly an extremely affectionate promise of love, but Zhang Yuemei could hear a hint of paranoia and possessiveness.

She looked at the man, Jiang Jingting didn't show any excessive emotion, nor did he have any micro-expressions or micro-movements that people could take advantage of.

He just sat there, his whole being like a mysterious fog, unfathomable.

She has lived in her seventies, but in front of this 30-year-old young man, she seems to be the one who is seen through.

Is such a thoughtful person in the city really suitable for Zhen Zhen?
Zhang Yuemei was taken aback by her own thoughts, and then looked away uncomfortably, with extremely complicated expressions on her face, as if she was fighting in her heart.

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's the matter, Dean?"

Zhang Yuemei sighed heavily, as if she had made a great determination, she asked Jiang Jingting solemnly: "Boss Jiang, forgive me for being abrupt."

"You say."

"I know your feelings for Zhenzhen, and I have no doubts, but." Zhang Yuemei paused, met Jiang Jingting's gaze, and finally gritted her teeth and asked what was in her heart: "But I know that the Jiang family is not an ordinary family. Our Zhenzhen is an ordinary child, I don't know what your family thinks about the relationship between the two of you?"

Zhang Yuemei finished speaking in one breath, and then her vicissitudes of eyes fixed on Jiang Jingting's face, not letting go of any changes in expression.

Unexpectedly, the man's eyes were calm, neither surprised nor hesitant, as calm as if he had expected her to ask such a question.

No one spoke, and the air was stiff and frozen for a moment at this moment.

Zhang Yuemei's heart gradually became uneasy, and she regretted asking too early.

After a while, Jiang Jingting gracefully picked up the clear water beside him, took a sip, and then said lightly, "About this question."

"I don't know if you've heard it mentioned, but your concern is normal and I understand it."

His voice was deep and mellow, his tone was unhurried, calm and indifferent, "I can tell you very clearly."