Qidong did not gather this much detail for the others, but he did some additional research this morning on Wushuang after he saw Mu Jinchen's attitude toward her last night. He could pick up the slight changes in Mu Jinchen's emotions after being by his side for so many years. He prepared himself and it, sure enough, paid off.
"You really can't judge a book by its cover." The curvature of Mu Jichen's lips grew more prominent. He thought back to the weight of the petite girl he had carried; it was hard to believe her smallish physique with slender arms and legs could produce such explosive power. She had a timid looking face, but on the contrary, was not to be bullied. Interesting.
Qidong saw the profound smile on Young Master's face and was even more certain that Jing Wushuang was unique. Unless she was a rival in the business world, he would not be this interested in a woman.
"What's the schedule for this afternoon?" Mu Jinchen changed the subject abruptly.
"President Guo of the Shengda Group of Companies wants to invite you to a meal. You also wanted to inspect the construction of Chenyu's Film and Television City. It should be completed within these two days."
Mu Jinchen tapped his slender fingers on his desk then said, "Schedule President Guo's dinner for this evening. We'll head to the construction site now."
"Yes."
Qidong briefed the secretary for a moment before he left with Mu Jinchen.
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Meanwhile, a flushed and panting Mu Yuhao was met with an empty room at the People's Hospital.
A blushing nurse informed the dashing man that Miss Jing had left.
"Wasn't she seriously injured? How could she leave without permission?" Mu Yuhao was so distressed that he frowned sullenly. He was extremely displeased that Wushuang left without authorization.
The female nurse saw that he was so distraught and assumed that he was Wushuang's boyfriend. With a disappointed look on her face, she said, "Didn't your girlfriend inform you that she merely sprained her leg? She was with a friend. She could leave if she wanted to."
"Girlfriend? Yes, yes, that's right. Did she say where she was going?" Mu Yuhao's displeasure was swept away upon hearing the phrase. He was delighted.
The nurse was surprised by his question. "Mister, why don't you call and ask her in person?"
Mu Yuhao slapped his forehead and looked vexed. Why did he not think of that?
"Well look at me. Thank you, I'll do that," he said as he walked to the side, fished out his cellphone and gave Wushuang a call.
The nurse shook her head. This was what it meant to be so concerned about someone that one even lost the most basic of common sense.
The phone was answered within a few rings. "Wushuang," he immediately spoke, "where are you? Why aren't you at the hospital?"
Wushuang frowned; she thought that receiving a phone call from him at this time was for work-related matters. Even if it was work-related, it was usually her assistant that called.
"I'm out. Is there anything that you need, President Mu?" Her tone was slightly distant.
"I heard that you were hurt. So I came to visit. Where are you? I'll come over."
Upon hearing this, she frowned even more. She thought she had made it clear to him. Why was he still acting so affectionate?
"It's alright. My cellphone is running dry. If it's not official business, I'll be hanging up now."
"Wushuang, you don't need to reject the concerns of a friend. I'm sincerely concerned as a friend." Mu Yuhao adjusted his strategy and repositioned himself.
"It's not that, my cellphone is out of battery. I'm at Film and—" Beep beep beep! "Hey—"