Suddenly...
"Doctor Lu, there’s a consultation needed in cardiothoracic surgery."
"Alright, I’ll be right there."
....
After a whole day, Lu Jing was very aware that he wasn’t really in the best of shape. As soon as the bustling work slightly cald down, thoughts of certain people and events would continue to surface in his mind, leaving him feeling very unsettled.
Fortunately, there were no surgeries scheduled for today.
At five-thirty in the afternoon, as he was packing up to leave work, the cell phone in the pocket of his white coat suddenly vibrated twice.
He took out his phone and saw an incredibly arrogant ssage:
"Do you co out? Or should I co up?"
Despite the unfamiliar number, it didn’t stop Lu Jing from guessing who was behind it at a glance.
His brows furrowed again, really not wanting to deal with it.
After agonizing for quite a while, he reluctantly picked up his phone again and called back:
"Where are you?"
"Outside the main entrance of your hospital."
"Wait there!"
....
At this very mont, outside the hospital gates.
The man was dressed in loose-fitting black clothes with a pair of combat boots, his trousers tucked into the boots.
Even with one hand in a cast, his presence was hormonally overwhelming, causing the passing girls to frequently turn their heads back.
A few bold ones even approached to ask for his WeChat, but the outco was as clear as daylight; they were all thoroughly rejected.
After keeping a watch until a few young girls had walked quite a distance, Lu Jing stepped forward:
"I thought we had already reached a consensus!" he said slowly.
Hearing this, the man’s gaze darkened considerably, and his tone dropped several degrees:
"Get in the car!"
???
Only then did Lu Jing notice a white Jeep parked not too far away.
It seed to be quite new, probably not bought long ago.
Maybe it was professional habit, but a sense of concern suddenly surfaced in his mind?
"You’re driving?" he asked.
The man humd an affirmation, already walking to the passenger side to open the door with one hand:
"Get in."
Lu Jing remained still, first because he genuinely didn’t want to get into the car.
Secondly, there were concerns about safety.
Jiang Ye’s brows were almost twisted into knots. "Lu Jing, it’s off-work hours now. You surely don’t want your colleagues to see forcing you into the car, right?
Or perhaps, you’re thinking of running?"
That wasn’t actually a concern.
Even with one arm fractured, let alone breaking a leg, he could easily catch soone within ten steps.
"I’ll sit in the back," Lu Jing conceded.
But the man insisted:
"Co to the front. I’m not accustod to playing chauffeur to anyone."
Since when had the Young Master of the Jiang Family ever talked to anyone with such a tone?
Lu Jing paused on the spot before finally stepping forward.
And Jiang Ye waited until the woman fastened her seat belt before he walked back around to the other side.
Man, was he worried about her running off?
The car started, and soon, they were far away.
All the way, Lu Jing stared out the window, never uttering a single word.
The man occasionally glanced at the woman beside him through the rearview mirror, the corners of his mouth slightly curling up.
This mont of calmness was perhaps the first for both of them since their reunion.
About twenty minutes later, the car stopped outside a private restaurant.
Lu Jing of course recognized the place; six years ago, she had been there quite a few tis with this man.
From what she rembered, the food was delicious, and the owner was particularly nice.
"Here we are. Get out."
Lu Jing really hadn’t expected him to bring her here again.
She pursed her lips and asked:
"Didn’t you say we needed to talk business?"
Considering their current relationship, surely they hadn’t reached the point of dining out together in private, had they?
The man replied with a sneer:
"What? Can’t even have a al with now?
Regardless of the state of our relationship, the fact that the Lu Family and Jiang Family have enjoyed a pleasurable cooperation over the years remains true!
Besides, would you refuse Zhou Er, Pei San, Old Five?
Lu Jing, don’t you think you’re being a bit too harsh on ?"
In this string of questions from Jiang Ye, one could detect a profound sense of resentnt and grievance.
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