After Gu Yuzhi finished speaking, she left, taking her with him, completely unlike how she couldn't control herself on the island.
He is calm, wise, and like a business elite. He does not seem to be swayed by emotions or inner demons at all.
He said he always has a way, what can he do?
Lu Xining was very confused, but she understood Gu Yuzhi's purpose, so she didn't rush to find Jin Jue before thinking about it clearly, nor did she continue to live in fear.
Because Gu Yuzhi is still waiting for her to confirm Jin Shaoheng's identity, which means that he will not touch her for the time being.
But plans never change. Three days later, when she was discussing the case at hand with Lin Zhiyi, her cell phone rang.
Lu Xining looked at the caller ID and it was Jiang Cheng. Although he was a little surprised, he still pressed the answer button.
"Miss Lu, could you please come to the hospital?" As soon as the call was connected, Jiang Cheng's urgent voice came from the other end.
Lu Xining's heart tightened for no reason and asked, "What's wrong?"
"The young master suddenly has a fever, and the boss is not here..." Jiang Cheng could hear that he was in a hurry, and there were children crying in the background.
Is it Jin Muxi who is crying?
Lu Xining was even more troubled and agreed without thinking: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, he told Lin Zhiyi and hurried over.
"I don't want an acupuncture, no."
The children who were usually obedient, well-behaved, or pretended to be strong and aloof, were now refusing to cooperate and were crying hoarsely.
"Young master, you are sick, shall we listen to the doctor?" A grown man in Jiangcheng coaxed helplessly by the bedside.
Thinking about it, he really had no choice, otherwise he would never have called Lu Xining.
"I don't want an acupuncture, it hurts." Jin Muxi's eyes were red, and his nose was also red. He looked not in good spirits, but just refused to cooperate.
"But if you don't get acupuncture, how can your body get better?" Jiang Cheng was anxious and his forehead was covered with sweat.
"Mu Xi?" Lu Xining walked over.
"Lu Xining!" Jin Muxi saw that she was even more aggrieved and threw herself into her arms.
Lu Xining held the thin little man in his arms, feeling distressed again, and asked: "Are you sick?"
Jin Muxi grabbed her clothes and said nothing.
Lu Xining raised his head and asked Jiang Cheng, "What's going on?"
"The flu may have been caught in the kindergarten." Jiang Cheng replied.
Children who have just entered kindergarten will naturally get sick due to problems such as not adapting, and Jin Muxi's own resistance is also low. This is normal.
"The fever is now 39 degrees, and it must be cooled down as soon as possible." The nurse next to her thought that Lu Xining was her mother and said quickly.
"Can I accompany you?" Lu Xining asked Jin Muxi.
There were tears in his eyes, his mouth was pursed, but he didn't speak.
Lu Xining hugged his small body and sat on her lap. She covered his eyes and asked, "Can I sing to you?"
Jin Muxi nodded.
"I love you walking alone in a dark alley, I love the way you don't kneel, I love you despite facing despair but refusing to cry..."
She only got to know it a little bit by using video software. Some time ago, primary school students liked this song very much, and she didn't know if Jin Muxi liked it, so she could only treat it like a dead horse.
After all, he is only three years old. Does he understand what this song means?
I didn't expect that he would even get along with me. He has a good musical talent and can tune everything he hums.
Before the song was finished, the needle was stuck.
But Lu Xining still hugged him, telling stories after singing, or just chatting casually, and he hugged him for more than an hour.
After the IV drip, the little guy finally fell asleep peacefully.
When Lu Xining put him down, his arm was painful and numb.
But seeing the sweat on his forehead and the fever on his body subsided, she finally felt relieved.
Perhaps because it was rare to help Jiang Cheng solve the problem, he poured a glass of water and handed it to her.
Lu Xining took the answer and asked, "Where is Jin Shaoheng?"
"Overseas." His attitude has also improved a lot.
Lu Xining nodded.
Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment and then said: "Miss Lu, I'm afraid that the boss will be distracted and haven't told him about the young master's situation."
Judging from his tone, what Jin Shaoheng is busy with now should be quite important.
Lu Xining couldn't help but think of Gu Yuzhi coming to find him, and he felt a little relieved, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Lu Xining stayed by Jin Muxi's bedside. After his fever subsided, he was in good spirits and did not have another fever.
Lu Xining stayed with him until very late, and then fell asleep again. He felt a slight weight on his shoulders and looked up to see Jin Shaoheng.
He probably just came back from outside, and put his coat on her body, which still carried the warmth of his body.
"Are you back?" Lu Xining asked.
"Yeah." Jin Shaoheng responded and glanced at Jin Muxi on the hospital bed.
"The situation has stabilized, don't worry." Lu Xining said as he moved away from the bed.
Jin Shaoheng sat down.
Lu Xining left some space for them and his son, and came to the corridor, originally wanting to clear his head.
But I was so sleepy that I leaned against the wall and fell asleep again without realizing it.
His head nodded unconsciously, and when he woke up, he was held by someone's hands.
Only then did she realize that Jin Shaoheng had followed him out at some point and was standing in front of her.
In this way, the two of them were very close, so close that she could smell his breath, and his hands were holding her face.
After a brief silence, he held her head and let her rest in his arms.
However, Lu Xining felt that such intimacy was strange and refused to cooperate, saying: "I——"
Before she could finish her words of rejection, her lips were blocked by him.
The kiss wasn't intense at first, but because of her resistance, it became intense.
It wasn't until she gradually gave up her resistance and gradually fell into his arms that he let go of her and asked, "Have you met Gu Yuzhi?"
His voice was obviously calm and collected, but he still couldn't hide the smell of vinegar.
Lu Xining nodded.
"What did you say?" Jin Shaoheng asked again.
Lu Xining looked at him, especially his eyes, and said, "He said you are Jin Shaoheng."
The man's expression was very calm when he heard this, and it seemed that only the lines on his lips were tightened.
He knew she was testing him, but his mind flashed back to the scene when she unconsciously spit out Jin Jue's name that day when they had sex.
"Do you want me to be?" he asked.
Lu Xining frowned.
If it is, it is, if it is not, it is not. What does she hope for?
This answer is too ambiguous.
Their eyes met, and no one spoke for a moment.
But Lu Xining didn't give up, and she slowly raised her hand to reach for his mask.
But when his fingertips landed on the metal, his hand was still grabbed by him: "No."
This voice carried unconcealable eagerness and fear.
Yes, he was afraid that she would see his face under the mask.
But why?
Because of disfigurement? Because of ugliness? Or because the facial features under his mask were the face of the person she thought of?
Lu Xining looked at him. The man's eyes were full of complexity that she couldn't understand.
"If you want, you can think of me as him." This was Jin Shaoheng's final answer.
Lu Xining finally withdrew his hand slightly disappointed and said: "Since you are back, I will leave first."
Jin Shaoheng did not insist on staying, and said: "I'll let someone send you off."
Lu Xining nodded.
Jiang Cheng drove Lu Xining himself downstairs.
Lin Zhiyi has been living with her parents recently, so she is the only one at home.
After arriving home, Lu Xining went straight to the bathroom.
After she locked the door, she dared to lift her hand hidden in her coat.
There were two pieces of the man's short black hair tangled between her middle and ring fingers. She took them off and put them into the sealed bag she had prepared in advance.
Then he took out his mobile phone and sent a message to a WeChat account without any notes: "Wanyang, do me a favor."