Mu Jinchen's brows relaxed after he heard her address him as Mister Mu. He felt that the moist air transmitted her sweet and gentle voice. It was as if he was transported across time and space when he heard her say 'Mister Mu'.
Qidong had always been easily affected by Mu Jinchen's emotions. He felt that the young master's decision to return home this time was very apt.
Perhaps the young master could soon rid himself of the image of an ascetic monk. He always thought that the young master felt no desire, no sorrow, and no joy. Maybe he just had not found the person who could evoke such emotions.
Mu Jinchen and Qidong followed Wushuang's lead and walked around the area. The entire site was too large to be inspected on foot. Coupled with the weather, it was not suitable to be outdoors for too long.
Eventually, they returned to the site's main office and met with the
The person-in-charge explained the situation of the site in detail and finalized the completion schedule. Wushuang raised several detailed points. The person-in-charge repeatedly agreed and acknowledged that Miss Jing was a very meticulous person.
Mu Jinchen just nodded slightly. It was more or less the same issues he would have pointed out.
He did not expect Wushuang to be like this when she was at work. She was extremely committed, capable, and capable to identify issues precisely. Such competencies were beyond his expectations. She looked soft and weak on the surface, not at all like the extremely capable woman that she was.
It was already three o'clock in the afternoon by the time all the details were finalized, and the three of them have not had their lunch. While this was a common thing for Mu Jinchen, Wushuang was starving. She was too embarrassed to voice it out when she saw that the two men had no intention of breaking for lunch.
"Let's go for lunch." Mu Jinchen noticed Wushuang's slightly pale face as he only then remembered that they had not eaten.
Wushuang suddenly clutched her stomach, her forehead broke out in cold sweat. "Mister Mu, you may have to take me to the hospital first. My stomach... it hurts," whimpered Wushuang through gritted teeth.
She had been feeling discomfort for quite some time but had dismissed it. She did not expect the pain to suddenly become so severe.
Mu Jinchen's expression changed drastically when he heard this. "Why did it suddenly hurt? Qidong, quick, order someone to bring the car."
Qidong, who was still matching the data, stopped and immediately conveyed the instructions. When had the young master even been this anxious? He turned around and saw Jing Wushuang stooped over, the young master beside her with a heartbroken expression on his face.
The car arrived a few minutes later. Mu Jinchen quickly carried Jing Wushuang into the rear passenger seat. At the time, Wushuang was curled into a ball. The pain was so severe to the point where she could not even utter a sound.
Mu Jinchen felt some droplets of moisture on his thighs.
He knew they were tears. He held her closely in his embrace and gently patted her back. "It's going to be okay. We'll be at the hospital soon."
He had no idea how to comfort someone, but he felt as if the tears dripping on his thighs were scorching hot. It was searing into his heart. His usually astute mind could not process these actions of his.
Wushuang was in excruciating pain, and her mind was a blur. As tears rolled down her cheeks, she just nuzzled against his warm, broad shoulders as though it could alleviate her pain.