I accidentally messed with a wealthy family, and my blind date was the CEO.

Shen Guozhong was breathing rapidly. He knew that he had suffered a big loss today. But his character made it difficult for him to admit his mistakes. He stared at Meng Dezhou fiercely: "Just because you win for a while, it doesn't mean you can win for the rest of your life."

Jiang Xianmei shook her head. She seemed to have become accustomed to Shen Guozhong's behavior, "Shen Guozhong, if you continue like this, you will only fail more and more. Learn to see yourself clearly and see the people around you clearly."

Before Shen Guozhong's angry gaze dissipated, the door on the other side of the hall slowly opened. Pei Jingchuan's eyes first fell on Shen Guozhong. The cold light in his eyes made Shen Guozhong instantly feel an unspeakable sense of oppression.

"Mr. Shen Guozhong, please leave." Pei Jingchuan's voice was calm but full of command power.

Shen Guozhong looked at him blankly, as if it was hard to believe the situation he was in now.

Pei Jingchuan's eyes did not give Shen Guozhong any chance to resist. He motioned to the security guards behind him to come forward. Two burly security guards quickly stepped forward and grabbed Shen Guozhong's arm, preparing to take him out of the hall.

Shen Guozhong struggled angrily, but soon realized that he couldn't fight them here at all. He glanced at Jiang Xianmei and Meng Dezhou viciously: "You wait."

Pei Jingchuan waved lightly to signal them to leave, then turned to Jiang Xianmei and Meng Dezhou: "I'm sorry for letting you see such a scene. Please sit down."

Jiang Xianmei nodded gratefully, and then sat down with Meng Dezhou.

Jiang Yuzhu took a deep breath and walked up to Jiang Xianmei, his eyes full of guilt: "Aunt, I'm really sorry. Shen Qiang's imprisonment has nothing to do with me."

A trace of deep sadness flashed across Jiang Xianmei's eyes, and she gently touched her niece's face: "I know, Yu Zhu."

Over there, Pei Jingchuan was watching with cold eyes, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but there was an elusive emotion hidden in those deep eyes.

"Yuzhu, you also know Shen Qiang's character," Jiang Xianmei sighed, "Everything she has done over the years has been her own choice. We have all advised her, but she has never been able to get out of that misunderstanding. "

Jiang Xianmei stood up slowly with her hands on the table, her eyes full of worry and remorse. Looking at Jiang Yuzhu, she said: "Yuzhu, it's all my aunt's fault. I should have seen Shen Qiang's nature earlier and shouldn't have let you fall into such a situation."

Jiang Yuzhu raised his moist eyes, with mixed feelings in his heart.

She shook her head slowly, and a wry smile appeared on her face: "Aunt, it has nothing to do with you. Everyone pays the price for their choices, and so do I."

Pei Jingchuan watched Meng Dezhou and Jiang Xianmei leave, and the hall became quiet again. The atmosphere at this time became a little subtle. Jiang Yuzhu gently tugged at the hem of his skirt, and his eyes fell hesitantly on Pei Jingchuan's face.

"Jingchuan..." Jiang Yuzhu started, with a hint of trembling in his voice, "Did...did you send Shen Qiang to the police station?"

Pei Jingchuan took a deep breath, and slowly turned his head to look at Jiang Yuzhu. There was an unfathomable chill in his eyes, but when he looked at her, the chill seemed to fade away slightly.

"Shen Qiang," Pei Jingchuan said with a calm tone, "it's just a chess piece introduced by the Shen family. Her affairs have nothing to do with me."

When Jiang Yuzhu heard this, she felt mixed emotions. She knew that Pei Jingchuan was trying to protect herself, but his indifferent attitude made her feel a little sad.

She bit her lip and clenched her hands into fists.

A flash of pain flashed in Pei Jingchuan's eyes. He is not good at expressing his emotions, but he really loves Jiang Yuzhu. He took a deep breath, reached out and gently held her hand.

"Yuzhu," his voice was slightly hoarse, "I will protect you and prevent anyone from hurting you."

Tears filled Jiang Yuzhu's eyes, and she nodded gently, "I know."

When Jiang Yuzhu and Pei Jingchuan looked at each other, her cell phone rang, pulling them out of their affectionate gaze.

Jiang Yuzhu glanced at the screen, frowned, and quickly answered the call.

"Dr. Jiang, our operating room here is overwhelmed and we are seriously short of manpower. Can you come over quickly?" On the other end of the phone was the director of the Medical Research Institute, with urgency and worry in his voice.

"Okay, I'll be right over." Jiang Yuzhu responded, and then hung up the phone.

She anxiously arranged her clothes, turned to Pei Jingchuan and said, "Jingchuan, I have to rush to the hospital. There is an emergency operation there that requires me."

Pei Jingchuan frowned slightly, obviously not liking her busy lifestyle, but he still nodded and said calmly.

"Do you need me to send you there?"

Jiang Yuzhu shook his head, "No, I'll drive there myself. You know, things in the operating room are unpredictable. You don't know how busy it will be."

Pei Jingchuan looked at her quietly, and finally sighed, "You have to be careful not to overwork yourself."

Jiang Yuzhu nodded and smiled softly, "Don't worry, I know my limits."

The night was getting darker, the lights in the hospital corridor were dim, and a heavy atmosphere enveloped the entire operating area. Jiang Yuzhu has been busy in the operating room. She completed one operation after another nervously and efficiently, but the continuous work gradually made her body feel overwhelmed.

The door to the operating room finally opened and she walked out, her face pale and her legs slightly weak. The energetic and capable doctor of yesteryear seemed so fragile now.

I don’t know when, at the end of the corridor, my vision began to become blurry, and the sounds in my ears seemed to be getting further away. Jiang Yuzhu felt as if he was about to lose consciousness, and the whole world was shaking.

At this critical moment, a familiar figure appeared in front of her and held her steady. That person was Song Yanghao, who was once a patient of Jiang Yuzhu, and it was because of her that he regained hope in life.

"Doctor Jiang!" Song Yanghao's voice revealed obvious surprise and concern.

He took out a candy from his pocket, gently placed it on Jiang Yuzhu's palm, and whispered: "Eat this candy, you may have hypoglycemia."

Jiang Yuzhu nodded slightly, and the color on her face recovered slightly. She put it in her mouth, and the sweetness of the sugar gradually spread in her mouth. The warm feeling made her feel more relaxed.

A faint smile appeared on her pale face, and her voice was weak but very gentle: "Thank you, Yang Hao."

Song Yanghao gently supported her and found a bench next to her to sit down. Jiang Yuzhu's breathing gradually stabilized, but he was still trembling slightly. The hospital corridor was a little quiet at night. The two of them were sitting together, and everything around them seemed to have frozen temporarily.

"Yang Hao, why are you here?" Jiang Yuzhu asked softly.