Whenever he saw that expression on Gong Siyu's face, he knew that trouble was sure to follow!
Gong Siyu refused to get into the car. He folded his arms and leaned against the door of the Maybach Zeppelin and commanded him elegantly, completely relaxed, "Bai Feiran go home and pack some clean clothes for me."
Bai Feiran, who rarely had an exaggerated expression on his face, widened his eyes in shock.
He thought, 'Ancestor, what are you trying to do?'
"Since she's not willing to be discharged, I'll accompany her until she wants to leave with me."
While speaking, Gong Siyu lifted his eyes, feeling impressed with himself for making such a wise decision. He couldn't help but look at the car window to check out his exquisite features, which he took great pride in.
Meanwhile, Bai Feiran's lips were twitching unknowingly.
He was momentarily speechless.
'Is Young Master out of his mind? Is the asylum a place for normal people to stay in? Why is he being proud and elated about his decision?'
He had explained to Gong Siyu for the umpteenth time that the asylum was not a five-star hotel where he could just check in at will...
Afterwards, Gong Siyu acted like he had heard a new idea and returned to the asylum again.
Boarding the elevator, he went straight to the director's office.
Director Chen did not leave. He was seated in front of the large desk and reading some medical papers.
Gong Siyu strode into the room elegantly, his demeanor that of a king. He was distinguished, prestigious, and stunningly attractive.
Director Chen, who was wearing his presbyopia glasses, got up to greet Gong Siyu when he saw him.
However, deep down, he thought, 'Why is this member of the Gong Family here again?'
The Gong Family had a wide network of businesses, with massive wealth and power that spread all over the country and internationally.
Gong Siyu was the beloved grandson of Old Master Gong and Old Madam Gong. He could not afford to provoke him!
"Give me one of your hospital's high-rise twin VIP suites, preferably one with an excellent view."
Director Chen's eyes stopped moving at those words, thinking he had heard wrong.
"Young Master Gong, you must be joking, aren't you?"
Gong Siyu took a seat on the sofa unhurriedly and crossed his leg gracefully, "No, I'm being very serious. Remember, I want a double-bedded suite."
Director Chen laughed helplessly with embarrassment. He explained patiently, "Young Master Gong… This is an asylum."
He thought in his head, 'This is not a place where you can stay just because you want to!'
Gong Siyu's sparse brows furrowed into a slight frown and his smile gradually faded at the refusal. "I don't like to repeat myself. Haven't I made myself clear enough?"
"Young Master Gong, this is no place to joke around!"
Seeing that Gong Siyu seemed to be serious about it, he reacted a bit anxiously.
"I want to move in today. I can foot the bills by card or by cash."
He then reached his hand out to Bai Feiran.
Bai Feiran understood what he meant and immediately took out a black card. He also took out a thick wad of cash from the Louis Vuitton handbag that he was carrying.
Director Chen was at a loss for action, not knowing whether to cry or smile. He was conflicted.
"Young Master! Um… We're almost out of vacancies and I don't think we even have enough beds. We generally only take in patients who are aggressive and pose a threat to others or themselves."
He was trying to say that there was no space for Gong Siyu.
Gong Siyu, however, had run out of patience.
A second ago, he was fiddling with the ostentatious jade ring on his slender finger.
The next moment, he got up and took a few steps forward, grabbing Director Chen by his collar to lift him up!
The smile on his handsome face had vanished, replaced by narrow, squinted eyes.
His tone instantly turned cold, sinister and provocative. "Is this threatening enough?"
He had changed really quickly!
Director Chen was old. He almost got a heart attack due to the shock.
He immediately compromised, seemingly terrified of Gong Siyu's creepy appearance.
"Okay, okay! I'll get someone to make the arrangements now!"
Gong Siyu immediately let go of him once he achieved his goal.
Restraining the frigid and fierce gaze in his eyes, he straightened his suit slowly with grace.
He put on his devilishly charming smile once again and said, "Excellent."
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Although Beijing Ninth Asylum was known as one of the best public hospitals in the country for treating mental illnesses, it also had the best residential facilities for VIP patients.
The top two floors of the inpatient ward were the so-called VIP area, which was well-protected by security guards who were on patrol 24 hours a day. Other than the doctor in charge of the area, no one else would be permitted entry at will.
Gong Siyu was arranged to stay in a suite on the top floor, which had the best view.
There was a spacious living room, an obscure study, a separate bathroom, and a wide range of facilities. The lighting was excellent and there were full-length glass windows that allowed a 360-degree view of the green hills and water near the asylum.
Bai Feiran had always been highly efficient at his work. The fresh sets of clothes, servants, and private bodyguards that Gong Siyu had asked for were all in place.
At this moment, Gong Siyu had already changed into the light blue hospital gown and was lying on the bed gracefully and leisurely, looking sideways at the vacant bed next to him.
"Mr. Gong, the people at the Gong Family residence are going to find that you moved into an asylum for no reason very soon. When they ask, how should we deal with it?"
"Just say that the assassination attempt overwhelmed me and I'm traumatized. Besides, I'm still in dire need of treatment from the emotional trauma that I had been suffering since losing my parents from a young age. Just cook up a tragic sob story."
Gong Siyu then got out of bed and moved the empty bed beside him closer to his bed. He then smiled in satisfaction and turned around to give further instructions, "Bai Feiran, you may leave in a while. Don't come here unless there are urgent matters."
Bai Feiran was "chased away" by Gong Siyu.
To be precise, Gong Siyu walked Bai Fieran to the entrance of the asylum in his hospital gown.
While leaving, Bai Feiran turned around and stole a glance with every three steps he took. He had a frown throughout it all and while he seemed reluctant to leave, he was actually just worried.
He felt that it was not appropriate to leave Gong Siyu there alone.
Before getting into the car, Bai Feiran finally couldn't hold back and asked a question.
"Mr. Gong, why are you spending so much effort on a woman who is so suspicious?"
Brilliant sunlight shone over Gong Siyu, who was wearing a hospital gown, making him look as if he was plated with gold and glowing with a faint luster.
He smiled and explained slowly, his devilish eyes curved upwards, "Firstly, we've been through a life and death situation together. Second, she's different from those sultry and cheap vixens."
"How so?"
'She's a woman, just like the rest of them,' Bai Feiran thought.
"She's brave."
"…"
"Let's say you were a woman who had just escaped from a creepy and haunted funeral parlor, stumbling upon the scene of a car crash and an assassination attempt, which scared soulless. Would you run back to the funeral parlor to get a signal on your cellphone, all in a desperate attempt to get help and save someone's life? Would you stay by my side and not run away?"
Bai Feiran nodded with certainty, "I would definitely do that for you."
Gong Siyu's smile widened, but there was still some coldness in his eyes. Waving his hands, he said, "However, she didn't know who I was."
The loyal Bai Feiran, however, was still worried.
"Mr. Gong, I still have to warn you not to get too close to Ms. Ji. After all, it is impossible for a person who had stopped breathing and been pronounced dead to come back to life again. There are too many suspicious things about her..."
Indeed, the dead cannot be resurrected. Even Gong Siyu found that to be a strange and rare phenomenon.
However, he also felt an urge to find out the truth.
At that moment, a vague sense of worry appeared in his heart.
'If she really isn't human… How do I make her stay…'