Flirting Strongly! Secret Love! The President Is Gentle and Persuasive

That night, Su Yan came to ask when she would be discharged.

Ning Heng replied, "I'm not sure. I need to listen to the doctor."

"I'll go ask for you."

"Okay."

Su Yan went to the service desk, gave her name, and the nurse's expression changed immediately. She quickly made a phone call.

A few minutes later, the nurse, now more polite and respectful, replied, "Sorry, according to our regulations, Miss Ning cannot be discharged at this time."

Su Yan found her expression strange.

She went back and told Ning Heng.

Ning Heng didn't care much.

The next morning, Yuan Qing came as usual.

But this time, he didn't leave.

He stayed to prevent Shen Mubei and his wife from being alone.

"If it's inconvenient for you, I can wait outside," Yuan Qing said.

Ning Heng nodded.

Shen Mubei didn't show up in the morning.

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, a tall and distinguished figure slowly approached the hospital room.

Whether it was passing medical staff or family members, everyone stopped to look.

This was because the man's appearance was outstanding, and his presence was one of rare grace and pride, making everyone unconsciously feel admiration and submission.

When Yuan Qing saw him coming, he quickly bowed in respect.

The man knocked on the door of the hospital room.

"Come in," Ning Heng called.

He pushed the door open and entered.

Inside the room, Ning Heng was sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking water. When she saw him enter, she froze.

"You... what are you doing here?"

Fu Jinzhou looked at her with his deep black eyes, "Didn't we agree? I'm here to take you home."

Ning Heng was stunned.

The promise from that day seemed so absurd to her that she never took it seriously.

But he actually came...

Fu Jinzhou smiled with a gentle warmth in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"The doctor said... I can't be discharged yet."

"It's because I told the hospital to say that."

The man walked up to her, looking at her small leg still wrapped in gauze, "Does it still hurt?"

"It's fine."

His eyes softened with an unreadable look, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Ning Heng looked up at him, her expression serious. "Your driver didn't mean to. I'm not mad at you. You don't need to blame yourself."

Fu Jinzhou looked at her for a few seconds before suddenly reaching out to pat her head, a faint smile on his lips, "Mm."

His gesture was affectionate.

Ning Heng turned her head to avoid his hand.

He pursed his lips, glancing at her, "I'll help you pack."

He began to gather her things.

There wasn't much in the room.

Once everything was packed, he was ready to take her out.

But she froze in place, not moving.

"What's wrong?"

Ning Heng lowered her gaze, "I... I..."

Fu Jinzhou seemed patient, his voice still soft, "Hmm?"

Ning Heng clenched her fingers, almost ready to say something to refuse, but it came out as, "I still have some clothes to pack."

Fu Jinzhou looked towards the balcony and understood.

She had been in the hospital for several days, so she must have some clothes to change into.

"I'll help you."

He took a large step towards the balcony.

Ning Heng frowned and quickly said, "I... I'll do it myself."

"You're not in a good condition. Stay here and wait for me."

He said and went to the balcony.

Yuan Qing stood there in shock, having never seen his master do anything like this.

He stared at the balcony for a long time.

The man suddenly spoke, "Turn around."

Yuan Qing was stunned for a moment, then realized he was being asked to turn around.

"..." He turned his back.

The man came back with her clothes, walking to the bed, and Ning Heng saw him extend his long, elegant fingers to fold her light blue bra and underwear, placing them neatly into the bag by the bed.

On his pale wrist hung a string of black jade Buddha beads.

It was a striking contrast.

His handsome profile remained unaffected, but Ning Heng's ears turned red with embarrassment.

"Did you wash these clothes yourself?" he asked.

"Mm."

"Sorry, I didn't think this through."

"...I can do it myself."

After finishing everything, he said, "Let's go."

Ning Heng's throat felt blocked, and she couldn't find the words to speak.

She silently followed him out of the room.

She walked slowly.

But he moved quickly. Seeing that she wasn't catching up, he stopped to wait for her.

She walked slowly until she reached him.

He fiddled with his Buddha beads and looked at her, his gaze steady.

After a long pause—

He suddenly reached out, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her up.

Ning Heng let out a small gasp, startled.

But the man was already walking quickly, carrying her out of the hospital.

As they walked through the corridor, people kept staring at them.

Ning Heng's ears were bright red. She clutched the suit in front of her chest and buried her face in it, not daring to let anyone see her.

Fu Jinzhou only glanced at her once, lowering his gaze.

Outside the hospital, a Bentley stopped, and someone got out.

It was Shen Mubei.

Shen Mubei had spent the whole day taking care of Ning Xuan and had only come after finishing his work in the evening.

But as he reached the entrance, he suddenly froze.

And then he saw Ning Heng being carried by a man, walking towards the door.

He almost clenched his fists and stepped in front of them.

Fu Jinzhou raised his gaze.

In that instant, their eyes met.

Shen Mubei, who prided himself on being the best in the capital, was shaken when he met the deep, cold gaze from the man in front of him.

A sense of awe and fear rose from deep within.

He could even see a trace of contempt in the man's eyes.

...He had never been looked down upon like this!

Shen Mubei gritted his teeth, "Let go of her."

Fu Jinzhou squinted slightly, his voice calm but oppressive, "Move."

"No!"

Shen Mubei clenched his fists, glaring at him with fire in his eyes, "She is my wife! You have no right to touch her!"

"Is that so?"

Fu Jinzhou's voice was low and smooth with a slight smile, "But now, she is mine."