Releasing yet another amused chuckle, Yan Beiqing stretched an arm out with a faint curve of the lips. "Come here."
The young woman said with a light beckoning motion.
Jiang Zuoqing: "Hmph!"
Blinking away the moisture to the best of his abilities, the young man strides towards the direction of the hospital bed. Avoiding the outstretched hand, he sat right at the chair next to the railings with an arrogant huff.
Silence resumes…
Finally broken by the young man who inquires in an awkward tone, "you… where does it hurt?"
"Pffft!"
Highly entertained by the youth's demeanor, the young woman could not help but to chuckle. Murmuring in a reply too soft to be heard, "you haven't changed."
Jiang Zuoqing: "What did you say?"
Unable to hear, the young president wanted to reaffirm those inaudible words only to receive a shake of the head instead.
"It's nothing." Yan Beiqing said before asking something else, "what happened after I lost consciousness?"
After Yan Beiqing lost consciousness, the man in black was found as a mush of flesh stuck to the ground. The police lost sight of the pilot despite having tens of copters chasing.
The young woman and Jiang Zuoqing were sent to the hospital in different wards before he went to give a testimony for the awaiting police.
Three days Jiang Zuoqing stayed by Yan Beiqing's side while waiting for the news of the perpetrator's capture.
But nothing.
There wasn't even a single clue or lead that could indicate a person or place. The law enforcement grew anxious and citizens began restless.
Who knows if they could be the next victim of some kind of shooting?
Since Jiang Zuoqing gave strict orders to prevent their names from being linked to this incident.
Not many people knew but it still does not stop others from speculating.
The hotel that was attacked was a famous establishment where many wealthy individuals frequent.
There are speculations that the shooting was aimed at the wealthy, maybe some kind of revenge scenario.
"There's nothing to worry about right now, I've hired new bodyguards for us. Handpicked by my grandparents."
Pondering for a second he added, "they are rushing over after hearing the news of your awake."
"En." The young woman answered in a half hearted reply as sharp eyes lowered in deep contemplation.
Just as the chamber was about to submerge in a more comfortable silence between the two. A faint vibration ruined this tranquility as the youth revealed a look of realization.
Slender digits handed over a vibrating phone while explaining in a curious tone. "Your phone kept ringing from this same number. I didn't want to answer it for you so I placed the phone on silent."
In Jiang Zuoqing's mind, Yan Beiqing is someone who has just come to this world without friends nor family but them. The number might have something to do with the old owner of the body however.
If so, then all the more reason why it's not important enough for Jian Zuoqing to be concerned about.
"... …"
Holding the item on the palm of his hand, Yan Beiqing stares at the familiar yet foreign number shown on the flashing screen.
Familiar because this same number has been calling her ever since the first day she had awoken inside this body. Foreign because there are no memories or indications in her mind that she knows who the person on the other side is.
"Do you know how to use it?"
Jiang Zuoqing inquired after seeing the young woman stare at the phone without action.
"I know." Yan Beiqing nodded before placing the silent phone aside, "the Jiang's showed me how to use it a few days ago."
She just has a feeling that the caller behind the line is someone troublesome to deal with is all.
Picking up the call feels too tiring.
"When will secretary Zhang return?"
The young lady asked after feeling some pangs of hunger after waking up.
Just as Jiang Zuoqing was about to call and ask, the hall outside of the hospital exploded in a series of exasperated shouts.
"Where is the room number?!!"
"Why isn't she taking my call?! That damn brat! Wait till I get my hands on her!"
"Mother, father, let's ask that nurse over there."
It was a collection of three different voices whose tone makes anyone who hears shudder from unease.
But the duo paid no mind to the clamors outside until…
Click.
Three unfamiliar strangers burst into the room without so much as a knock which made both Yan Beiqing and Jiang Zuoqing furrow their brows in displeasure.
"Who are you?! This is a private room, do you not know?"
The young president stood up to shield the young woman from the approachment of these foreigners. Shouting at them to leave before he calls for security.
"Wait! Wait! There's a misunderstanding!"
The person who spoke first was an oily man around the late forties whose eyes sparkled the moment it landed on Jiang Zuoqing's face.
"That's right! We are Beiqing's family!"
The other person who spoke was a middle aged woman whose body wore an excess of gold jewelry.
She tried to take a step forward to hold the young man's hand only to retreat in embarrassment after he avoided with a look of disgust.
Face reddening from the shame, the middle-aged woman shot a glare at the silent young woman before shouting in a loud voice.
"Shen Beiqing! How can you not answer my calls?! Don't you know how worried we can get from your disappearance?!"
The first thing this woman does is to accuse the young woman without considering that she is a patient lying in bed.
"Sister!" A slender figure in white ran forward past the guarded youth in fluttery steps akin to the dance of a butterfly. The edges of lace on the dress caressed the side of the man's leg in a fragrant breeze of expensive perfume.
Grasping onto Yan Beiqing's hand, the beautiful woman weeps in pitiful sobs that can make even the coldest of people melt in sympathy.
"Sister… how can you run away like this without telling the family? Do you have any idea how worried we were?"
"Mother and father were very mad at your behavior especially…" The beautiful woman sneaked a glance at the back of the standing man before lowering in tears.
"How can you get married without telling us? Aren't we family?!"
Tear stained eyes raised to collide with a pair of sharp irises staring back without an ounce of emotions.
The beautiful woman became startled by this gaze only for a few seconds before she lowered her sights. Proceeding to weep without further words.
Then, it was the father's turn to speak as he took a step to stand on the side. "Beiqing ah, we know you are upset. But that's no excuse to run away from home. After all these years, is that how you think of us, your family?"
"That's right, " the mother added with a raise of the chin while placing a bag into the table. "See here? We know that you might be hungry so we bought something delicious for you to eat."
"Mingdie picked it out for you. Try it."
Saying so, the middle aged woman untied the knot of the plastic bag to take out a container full of glistening pork.
The fragrance of the dish is certainly tantalizing with the oil and heat intermingling amongst heaps of red pepper.
Yan Beiqing: "... …"
No motions were made as the young woman merely gave a careless glance before looking away.
Infuriating the couple as the beautiful woman proceeds with another round of weeping.
"Sister, I know you don't like the fact that father and mother found their real daughter back. I know that you think I took everything away from you but…"
The daughter snuck another glance at the observing youth before continuing with the conversation.
"But I don't think you should act up at this moment when President Jiang is watching us. It would leave him with a negative impression."
Saying so, the daughter raised her sights to connect gazes with the man as she revealed a pitiful expression. Lips curve into a gentle arc while neck angled to an elegant degree, the daughter spoke in a soft voice.
"President Jiang, please forgive my sister. She's usually not like this just… it's just sometimes when her emotions get to her that… She's my sister either way…"
"Everything's my fault. If only I hadn't returned to this house, hadn't reunited with my father and mother."
Beads of transparent tears gather to fall at a slow angle that glides from across the woman's pale cheeks and curve of the chin. Dropping to fall onto the covers of the bed in faint plops which highlighted the fragility of this young woman.
"I'm not sure if my sister ever told you anything about our family… but we really do care about her alot."
Jiang Zuoqing: "Oh?"
The young president raised a brow while releasing a low hum from his throat after finally capturing the essence of this sudden situation.
Thin lips open to speak words laced with a frigid air.
"Am I supposed to know who you are?"