Attention Sir, I Have Your Heart Handcuffed!-Chapter 355 - 235, Little Swallow, Wearing Floral Clothes (Second Update)
After Lu Zhao and others finished the paperwork and returned, they asked Rosa what kind of nurse she liked.
Her injury was mostly healed, so she didn’t need to stay in the hospital, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t need a nurse’s care afterward.
Lu Zhao suggested a few candidates, but Rosa rejected them all. She got somewhat angry, repeatedly saying no, that she could take care of herself, she liked being a loner.
She was throwing a tantrum almost willfully, yet her gaze never settled on Xiang Yuan.
Everyone present understood why she was acting this way.
Lu Zhao and Shi Nian both glanced at Xiang Yuan simultaneously.
Xiang Yuan took a deep breath, "If she doesn’t want to find one, then she doesn’t have to. I’ll take care of her."
Rosa was visibly shocked upon hearing this, turning her eyes in disbelief, staring hard at Xiang Yuan.
"What did you say?"
Xiang Yuan was a bit embarrassed, frowning deeply, lowering his head to avoid her gaze.
"Your car accident happened after we had a conflict. Besides the accident... I guess I have to take some responsibility."
He looked around at everyone, "Besides, I’m the only one here without any burdens, no need to take additional care of family members, so I might as well take care of you."
Rosa was speechless for a while, her gaze shifting from previous fiery resentment to eventually calm ripples.
Lu Zhao was pleased and was the first to clap, "Since our Lawyer Xiang has volunteered, it’s naturally the best arrangement."
Xiang Yuan cast his gaze gently upon Shi Nian.
She expressed her hope that he and Rosa would look out for each other, saying she didn’t want Rosa to end up like Xiong Jie... so he would do what she hoped for.
In the small ward, suddenly filled with so many people, though Rosa’s gaze refused to settle on Xiang Yuan, in fact, her mind was always on Xiang Yuan, secretly watching his every move.
This left her even more disheartened. She clenched the blanket tightly, turned her head to look away, and lowly roared, "I don’t want to be discharged, and I don’t want him to take care of me! Call the doctor and tell him I’m still hurt, I absolutely cannot be discharged!"
Everyone was somewhat at a loss, looking at each other.
Xiang Yuan couldn’t stand it anymore, walked up, and pulled the blanket from her hands, "No matter how good the hospital’s facilities and conditions are, it’s still a hospital! Besides birth and death, what meaning is there in holding on here?"
"Moreover, you’re not only facing me but also so many people. Making a fuss like this is making everyone uncomfortable!"
Though naturally genteel, when Xiang Yuan got angry, he was intimidating.
No one dared to speak, and Rosa stared at him, eyes still brimming with aggrieved tears, but her lips ultimately remained tightly shut, not daring to utter another word of refusal.
Lu Zhao played the role of the peacemaker, personally comforting the pair of adversaries.
At the time of discharge, coincidentally there were no wheelchairs available in the hospital, so Xiang Yuan simply carried her in his arms.
Rosa, who resisted discharge before, couldn’t struggle any longer, only to nestle weakly in Xiang Yuan’s arms, under everyone’s watchful eyes, as he carried her out of the ward, through the corridor, out of the hospital doors, and into the car.
Throughout this journey, she felt as if in a beautiful dream, unwilling for it to end, not wanting to wake up.
At this moment, as Xiang Yuan’s former wife, Shi Nian found it inconvenient to get too close, slowing her steps to follow behind, deliberately maintaining a sufficient distance from Xiang Yuan and Rosa.
Initially acting as the mediator, Lu Zhao busied himself back and forth; later, seeing Shi Nian fall behind the crowd, he left Xiang Yuan and Rosa to other colleagues and intentionally lingered behind to accompany Shi Nian.
In a group, there’s often such a role that allows the group to stay stable and not fall apart.
For such a person, Shi Nian always felt admiration in her heart, and at this moment, she was full of gratitude towards Lu Zhao.
"Old Lu, why act like a stranger with me, don’t be polite, you don’t need to accompany me."
Lu Zhao was Xiang Yuan’s best friend, one of the original investors in "Huatai Hall" when it was founded, thus also often visiting the home Xiang Yuan and Shi Nian shared, making him more familiar with Shi Nian than other colleagues. Privately, Shi Nian called him "Old Lu."
Although called "Old Lu," he wasn’t old, having been Xiang Yuan’s roommate back in university, of the same age.
Old Lu had a touch of gray hair and, with the trend of reducing hair dye usage, he preferred to keep his white hair rather than dye it black, giving him a somewhat older and more mature look compared to Xiang Yuan.
In fact, Xiang Yuan had once told her not to be frightened by Old Lu’s mature appearance with his white hair, in the dorm back in their days, it was this Old Lu who often told the most bawdy jokes when a few brothers had a little drink. Therefore, cases at the law firm that required playing on emotions were usually directly handed to Old Lu, letting him use his appearance to appeal, win trust.
But Lu Zhao shook his head, "Sister-in-law, don’t act tough with me. Seeing Xiang Yuan carrying Rosa with your own eyes, even if you have let it go, not holding a grudge, it’s still not easy."
Shi Nian thought for a moment, then simply nodded, "It is a little. More importantly, the awkwardness, since those few walking ahead are all partners at the law firm, who know me, I’m afraid they will look at me with that worried look."
Lu Zhao looked seriously at her, "Have you and A Yuan really not considered getting back together?"
Shi Nian was surprised, "Old Lu, why are you still asking this. We are over, that’s it, or perhaps, it was a mistake from the beginning."
Lu Zhao felt a bit disheartened, "But it seems to me that A Yuan doesn’t think this way; he’s still waiting for you to turn back even now. I saw how he was with Rosa just now, and I don’t believe you didn’t notice."
Shi Nian couldn’t help but frown.
She knew Lu Zhao meant well; they didn’t know the whole story, only hoping their friends could reconcile and start anew.
Shi Nian lowered her head, "Old Lu, I understand your intentions. It’s just that A Yuan and I are not destined to be together in this life. Four years have been enough. For the rest of this life, it’s still most comfortable to be friends."
Lu Zhao glanced ahead, seeing Xiang Yuan stride out the door with Rosa in his arms. The hospital corridor looked like a camera’s telephoto lens, and those two were right at the end of the view. The golden sunlight poured down; even in the bleakness of winter, it seemed that such people walking embraced brought warmth to the eyes.
Shi Nian looked over, "Old Lu, are you unhappy?"
"No." Lu Zhao smiled, "I’m Xiang Yuan’s brother, naturally, I understand his heart, so I hope you two can reconcile as before. But since, as you said, you aren’t meant to be, there’s no point in forcing it."
Shi Nian stared at his face, "...If you’re truly not angry with me, then I’m relieved."
Lu Zhao smiled with a nod, quickened his pace, gave Shi Nian a slight nod, and ran through the corridor to open the car door for Xiang Yuan.
Shi Nian couldn’t help but think: If Lu Zhao really wasn’t angry with her, then the hint of ’anger’ on his face, who or what caused that?
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Kangchuan University, Huangfu Huazhang’s office.
Ever since expressing his feelings to Shi Nian, Huangfu Huazhang frequented this office at Kangchuan University more often, visiting the Fude Group’s office less.
That day, his computer received hundreds of photos.
All set in Shanghai, China.
The people in the photos mainly were George and Tang Yan Yi.
Huangfu Huazhang browsed the photos, not worried but rather displaying a kind of relaxed indifference.
Only his quietly upturned lip corner revealed a hint of contempt and mockery.
Xia Zuo stood by the table, staring at the screen, waiting for the gentleman’s instructions.
After finishing, Huangfu Huazhang released the mouse and smiled faintly.
"George and Tang Yan Yi fit well together. Indeed, it’s true that like attracts like, no wonder they found each other in the vast sea of humanity."
Xia Zuo, usually cold and serious, couldn’t help but smile silently at this moment.
The gentleman was indeed a gentleman, for even though his eyes were blue, the culture and views were still rooted in China. So what the gentleman meant to express just now still came from a Chinese idiom.
Such idioms Xia Zuo had learned quite a few, and what the gentleman said reminded him of one: "When the turtle looks at the green bean."
Xia Zuo couldn’t help but quietly twitch his lips. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
How much the gentleman disliked those two people was evident enough.
He bowed, "What is the gentleman’s intention...?"
Huangfu Huazhang sighed, took a crinkled piece of paper from the drawer, and spread it flat on the desk.
His pale, slender fingers pressed against the note as he turned to look at Xia Zuo.
"On this note, how many have we completed? How many are left?"
Xia Zuo bowed, daring not to speak out carelessly.
The list contained only a few people, who died or were injured was all clear and crystal. How could the gentleman not have a clear grasp?
The gentleman didn’t want an answer from him, just wanted to remind him quietly in this manner.
Xia Zuo bowed and answered, "Xiang Yuan divorced, on the brink of bankruptcy; Rosa, car accident, plagued by nightmares; Xiong Jie... died. So that leaves only two options: Yanwu Square, Tang Yanqing."
Huangfu Huazhang smiled silently, "Yanwu Square, Tang Yanqing. These names indeed have a connection, both containing the character ’Yan.’ It reminds me of that song almost everyone can sing from childhood in China."
He uncharacteristically hummed the song lightly.
"Little Swallow, wearing a floral dress, comes here every spring. I ask the swallow why you come, the swallow says, this spring is the most beautiful here."
After Huangfu finished singing, he smiled childishly, "Yanwu Square, maybe it got its name from this song."
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