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

He glanced at the amount of the transfer and couldn't help feeling a little ironic in his heart.

Song Yanghao knew the significance of the money, and Pei Jingchuan's move was undoubtedly a silent expression of his position and influence.

Song Yanghao shook his head slightly, threw his phone on the table aside, and returned to the conference table.

His face returned to the usual calmness of a business elite, but the impression of Pei Jingchuan in his heart became more complicated.

The meeting continued. On the surface, Song Yanghao still seemed focused on the negotiation, but in his heart he was thinking about Pei Jingchuan's actions.

He realized that the competition between himself and Pei Jingchuan might not be limited to the business field.

A few days later, in the hospital ward, Yan Zeqing sat on the bed, facing the sunshine outside the window.

His surgery was a success and he has made an almost full recovery. Jiang Yuzhu walked into the ward, holding his discharge report in his hand.

Jiang Yuzhu looked at Yan Zeqing and said calmly: "Mr. Yan, your recovery is very good and you can be discharged from the hospital."

Hearing this, Yan Zeqing showed a reluctant expression on his face. He made an exaggerated expression of pain and held his stomach: "Doctor Jiang, my stomach suddenly feels very uncomfortable. I think I need to stay for a few more days."

Jiang Yuzhu saw through his little trick and his tone remained calm: "Mr. Yan, I know you are pretending to be ill. Your recovery is already very good and you don't need to be hospitalized anymore. Moreover, your fans and media are waiting at the door of the hospital every day. Looking at you, they are almost impatient."

Jiang Yuzhu continued to explain, with a hint of helplessness in his tone: "These paparazzi and fans gather at the entrance of the hospital every day, causing inconvenience to the hospital staff and patients. It has become very troublesome for me to go to and from get off work, and they almost annoy me to death. ”

When Yan Zeqing heard this, the reluctance on his face quickly turned into anger. He said excitedly: "These paparazzi have gone too far! I'm going to drive them away!"

Jiang Yuzhu immediately waved his hand and stopped him firmly: "Mr. Yan, you will only cause trouble. Your best help is to leave the hospital as soon as possible. Once you leave, they will naturally disperse."

Hearing Jiang Yuzhu's words, Yan Zeqing looked a little disappointed. He put down the hand covering his stomach, stared out the window, and was silent for a moment.

Then, he sighed deeply, with a hint of childlike mischief in his eyes: "Okay, Doctor Jiang, I listen to you. I know it's not easy for your hospital to be disturbed by a big star like me."

When Jiang Yuzhu heard what he said, he couldn't help but smile slightly, with a hint of relief in his tone: "Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Yan."

Yan Zeqing forced a smile on his lips and turned to look at Jiang Yuzhu, with gratitude in his eyes: "Dr. Jiang, thank you for taking care of me during this time."

On the day of discharge, a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the hospital, including Yan Zeqing's assistants, bodyguards, and media reporters waiting for interviews.

Their arrival caused a small commotion, but Yan Zeqing didn't seem happy about it.

There was an imperceptible melancholy on his face, and his steps seemed a little heavy.

Just when Yan Zeqing was walking to the limousine to leave, Jiang Yuzhu's voice suddenly came from the door of the hospital: "Mr. Yan, you forgot to bring this."

Yan Zeqing looked back and saw Jiang Yuzhu holding a small bag containing some personal belongings he left in the ward.

There was a faint smile on her face and warm care in her eyes.

Yan Zeqing's expression changed subtly the moment he saw Jiang Yuzhu, and a warm light flashed in his eyes. He walked over, took the package from Jiang Yuzhu, and said awkwardly: "Thank you, Doctor Jiang. I almost forgot about this."

Jiang Yuzhu nodded and said in a gentle tone: "Don't forget to maintain good living habits and pay attention to your health. If necessary, the hospital welcomes you at any time."

Yan Zeqing looked at Jiang Yuzhu, with a sincere smile on his lips: "I will, thank you, Doctor Jiang. I really appreciate your care during this time."

The two people's eyes met at this moment, and they seemed to feel the sincerity and gratitude in each other's eyes. Then, Yan Zeqing turned around and slowly walked towards the vehicle with that special memory and emotion, ready to leave.

Jiang Yuzhu stood there, watching Yan Zeqing's back fade away until his figure disappeared into the vehicle.

Yan Zeqing looked at the package in his hand, a hint of excitement flashed in his eyes. He misinterpreted Jiang Yuzhu's small move and secretly rejoiced, thinking that it meant Jiang Yuzhu still had some special feelings for him.

His spirit suddenly became lively, and the melancholy on his face was swept away, replaced by an excited and cheerful smile.

At this moment, several astute reporters captured this scene and immediately started taking photos, recording the moment Yan Zeqing took the package and the joyful expression on his face.

Jiang Yuzhu didn't stay much, she just glanced at Yan Zeqing lightly, then quickly turned and left.

Her expression was calm. To her, as a doctor, she was just fulfilling her duties. She didn't have much thought about Yan Zeqing's emotional reaction.

Yan Zeqing looked at Jiang Yuzhu's back. He clenched the package in his hand, his heart filled with complicated emotions.

Despite this, he still walked slowly towards the waiting vehicle with a trace of reluctance.

Yan Zeqing got into the car excitedly and sat in the back seat of the limousine, with the same smile on his face.

He looked at the package in his hand, as if it contained endless hope. Turning to Brother Li beside him.

Yan Zeqing couldn't help but start to show off: "Brother Li, look, Dr. Jiang sent it to me personally. She must have a good impression of me."

As an experienced assistant, Brother Li has long been accustomed to Yan Zeqing's childish behavior from time to time.

Hearing his excited words, Brother Li could only respond with a helpless smile: "Yes, Ozawa, Dr. Jiang does care about you. However, you should also focus on your upcoming work."

While Yan Zeqing listened to Brother Li's words, he was still immersed in his own little world, thinking about how to thank Jiang Yuzhu when he returned.

His mood was obviously much more relaxed, as if being discharged from the hospital gave him new vitality and motivation.

As the car slowly drove out of the hospital, Yan Zeqing looked at the outside world through the window, his heart filled with expectations and longing for the future.

Brother Li was on the side. Although he smiled and agreed, he knew in his heart that Yan Zeqing's feelings for Jiang Yuzhu might just be a beautiful misunderstanding.

Brother Li knew that his mission was to help Yan Zeqing refocus on his life and career as an artist, so that his light could shine again on the stage.

That afternoon, Jiang Yuzhu's social media Weibo was suddenly bombarded with a large number of messages. It seemed that overnight, she became the focus of heated discussions on the Internet.

Rumors spread, mainly about Yan Zeqing's liking for her, and some even speculated that there was an inappropriate relationship between the two.

These nonsense made Jiang Yuzhu feel helpless and smile bitterly.