After Flirting with the God-Tier Beautiful Tycoon - Chapter 12

After the blood donation, Shen Xiaojiang leaned back in the chair, resting with her eyes closed.

A nurse walked over, tucking her hair behind her ear as she smiled and said, “First time donating blood, right?”

Shen Xiaojiang nodded.

“I’ll thank the patient’s family on their behalf. Please be aware that you might feel a little dizzy after donating blood, so rest well. Do not let the puncture site get wet for four hours, and no alcohol or staying up late,” the nurse advised.

Shen Xiaojiang was about to close her eyes to rest a little longer when she suddenly thought of Sister Meng. Pressing the puncture site, she strained to sit upright.

The sixteenth floor was the surgical ward. Most people here were hurrying with grave expressions.

Shen Xiaojiang had only walked a few steps when she distinctly felt the low pressure in the area.

Her face was pale white, her lips a bit purple, looking as if she had been up for several nights.

She slowly walked to the elevator door, watching the floor numbers increase from the bottom up.

Perhaps due to the first blood donation, Shen Xiaojiang’s hands and feet were cold, she was breaking out in a cold sweat, her legs were weak, and the soles of her feet felt a little slippery.

The elevator doors opened, and Chen Yi appeared in view, carrying a thermos flask.

Seeing Shen Xiaojiang, her expression flickered slightly, and the fingers holding the thermos tightened.

“Auntie,” Shen Xiaojiang greeted her.

Chen Yi stepped out of the elevator and gave a husky “Mhm.”

Thinking of Sister Meng, Shen Xiaojiang nodded at Chen Yi, slipped into the elevator, and pressed the button for the seventh floor.

“Wait,” Chen Yi turned and stopped Shen Xiaojiang. “Where are you going now?”

Shen Xiaojiang looked up, meeting Chen Yi’s gaze. She wondered if it was her imagination, but Chen Yi seemed a little warmer than a moment ago.

“I’m going to the seventh floor. My part-time colleague is there,” she answered.

Chen Yi lowered her eyes and followed her into the elevator.

Shen Xiaojiang was puzzled, her eyes following Chen Yi.

Chen Yi long-pressed the “7” button, making the light go out. Then, she pressed “12” and said gently, “Sister Meng, right? She’s not on the seventh floor anymore.”

Shen Xiaojiang hadn’t yet reacted when the elevator stopped on the twelfth floor.

The elevator doors opened, and two men in black suits bowed and nodded to Chen Yi.

Shen Xiaojiang didn’t step out; she stood frozen in the elevator.

“The elevator is closing, the elevator is closing…”

Chen Yi turned to look at the person standing dazed and smiled faintly, “Meng Jing from room 706, right?”

Shen Xiaojiang nodded vigorously.

“She has been transferred to 1206,” Chen Yi said, tilting her head to motion for Shen Xiaojiang to come out.

Shen Xiaojiang quickly exited the elevator and followed Chen Yi forward.

“Here,” Chen Yi stood outside the patient’s room, and a man in a suit opened the door for her.

Shen Xiaojiang knew about multi-bed and single-bed rooms in the hospital ward, but she had never seen anything like what was before her.

The decor was completely different from the ordinary wards downstairs floor to ceiling windows, beige embroidered curtains, an air purifier, a humidifier, a companion bed, and a dedicated nurse.

Not only the room, but the entire floor was much brighter than the seventh floor.

Even the smell of disinfectant was barely detectable.

This wasn’t a hospital room at all; it was entirely like a sanatorium.

“She hasn’t woken up yet. You should rest first,” Chen Yi said, placing the thermos on the small round table.

“Auntie, thank you,” Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes were sincere.

Chen Yi met her gaze by accident, and her heart skipped a beat.

It was that same look again a look that made her feel clean and innocent, yet one she couldn’t quite see through.

“It’s just a small favor,” Chen Yi blinked, shifting her gaze. As she opened the thermos, she said, “Come here and eat something to replenish your strength.”

Shen Xiaojiang froze in place, not moving toward the table immediately.

“What, do you need me to help you?” Chen Yi asked, pulling out a chair.

Although Shen Xiaojiang shook her head vigorously like a rattle, Chen Yi still came to help her.

Chen Yi’s whole body radiated a faint, pleasant, and high-quality fragrance.

She bent slightly, her hair half-covering her face.

She casually raised her hand to tuck her hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate, fair skinned ear.

It was the same action of tucking hair, but Chen Yi did it differently from the nurse just now.

More beautiful, more charming.

A brief, fleeting movement, like wind over water.

Chen Yi’s soft, slender arm went through Shen Xiaojiang’s. In that instant, Shen Xiaojiang felt like she had fallen into a gentle, cotton-like embrace.

She wanted to sink down, further and further.

A bowl of red date, pumpkin, and millet porridge, a plate of stir fried pork liver with green peppers, and a plate of blanched broccoli in superior broth.

Just a few simple dishes, but they made Shen Xiaojiang hungry.

To be honest, her stomach had been rumbling for a long time after all this commotion.

Chen Yi handed her a white porcelain spoon and a pair of wooden chopsticks, her tone gentle. “Eat while it’s hot. Everything is blood-boosting. Eat more if it suits your taste, and less if it doesn’t.”

What Chen Yi said made it hard to refuse.

Shen Xiaojiang tasted the pumpkin porridge; it was very fragrant with a slight sweetness.

She usually didn’t like to eat pork liver, but today, she ate the whole dish clean.

“Thank you, Shen Xiaojiang,” Chen Yi rested her cheek on her hand, her eyes slightly narrowed, as if smiling.

“It’s just a small favor for me, too,” Shen Xiaojiang said, mimicking Chen Yi’s earlier words.

Chen Yi hummed in acknowledgment.

For a moment, neither of them spoke, and their gazes didn’t meet.

A long silence.

The silence was broken.

“He Zhong is my subordinate and my friend. Her mother, the auntie you just donated blood to save, has been very good to me,” Chen Yi said with no expression on her face, but it was clear that the words were heartfelt.

“Mhm, the porridge is very good. Could I have another bowl?” Shen Xiaojiang blinked.

She wasn’t intentionally changing the subject to a different channel; she had her own reasons.

Whether it was Chen Yi or He Zhong, they seemed to have nothing to do with her right now.

She had no reason to get involved in the matters between Chen Yi and He Zhong listening was enough.

Prying too much would put pressure on Chen Yi.

A flicker of surprise crossed the other woman’s eyes, then she curved the corners of her mouth.

The next second, Chen Yi raised her hand and moved closer to Shen Xiaojiang.

Shen Xiaojiang dared not move.

The tips of Chen Yi’s fingers touched the corner of Shen Xiaojiang’s mouth. The cool, dry sensation made her shiver slightly.

A tingling sensation traveled from the corner of her mouth downwards, spreading throughout her body.

“Look, there’s a grain of rice,” Chen Yi turned her hand over, and there was indeed a grain of rice.

Shen Xiaojiang’s eyes widened a little, and the porridge in her mouth suddenly tasted sickly sweet.

“Tha… thank you.” Her face warmed up little by little. Before being noticed, she quickly buried her head down, rapidly eating the remaining food in the bowl.

Chen Yi hooked up the corner of her mouth a subtle yet sufficiently alluring smile.

She took a kiwi from the fruit basket, her voice not too loud. “How do you usually like to eat this?”

Shen Xiaojiang’s cheeks were puffed out from being stuffed with food. Blinking her big eyes, she quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and stammered, “I’m fine with anything.”

Chen Yi pursed her lips and replied with an “Okay.”

Next, she took out a few paper towels, folded them in half on the table, cut the kiwi in half with a small knife, and then wiped off the excess moisture with two more paper towels.

Seeing Shen Xiaojiang put down her bowl and chopsticks, Chen Yi peeled the skin off the kiwi and held it out to Shen Xiaojiang. “You should eat more fruits high in Vitamin C these days to promote iron absorption.”

Shen Xiaojiang was about to take the kiwi.

Chen Yi shook her head and coaxed her like a child, “Don’t use your hands. Come on, open your mouth, ah…”

This woman must possess a spell, Shen Xiaojiang thought.

Because no matter what she said, she would obey.

Chen Yi held the kiwi in one hand and cupped the other underneath, gentle, considerate, and meticulous.

Who could refuse such a beautiful and gentle auntie?

At least, Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t.

“Ah…” She obediently opened her mouth and bit off a large piece of fresh, juicy fruit.

Her tongue touched Chen Yi’s finger.

So sweet.

He Zhong’s mother’s surgery was very successful. After receiving a message from He Zhong, Chen Yi went to the seventeenth floor.

Sister Meng still hadn’t woken up.

Shen Xiaojiang messaged Sun Jiabao, saying she might be back at the dormitory a little late.

“Knock, knock, knock”

“Please come in,” Shen Xiaojiang put away her phone.

A nurse entered to change Sister Meng’s IV bag.

“Hello, may I ask when she’ll wake up, and where is her baby now?” Shen Xiaojiang asked.

The nurse politely replied, “She is out of danger, so you don’t need to worry about that. The main surgeon said that, barring any complications, she should wake up around this time tomorrow. As for the baby, Sir Qi has arranged everything. The baby will be fed ‘water milk’ by a specialized infant caregiver for now, and then switched to breast milk once her mother wakes up.”

“What is ‘water milk,’ and what about the cost…” Shen Xiaojiang didn’t know what water milk was, and considering Sister Meng’s family finances, she felt it necessary to ask.

The nurse patiently answered, “Water milk is the product closest to breast milk. You don’t need to worry about the cost; Sir Qi has already paid for it.”

“Wait, I wanted to ask earlier. Who is this ‘Sir Qi’ you keep mentioning?” Shen Xiaojiang rubbed her chin. She wasn’t sure if she knew a man like that.

“Oh, the lady who came with you earlier that’s Sir Qi, Chen Yi,” the nurse said, then left, carrying the medical record.

Huh?

Shen Xiaojiang was utterly confused.

Why would Chen Yi do this?

And why was she called “Sir Qi” (Seventh Lord)?

The SVIP ward had specialized caregivers at night, so Shen Xiaojiang returned to her dormitory.

It was her first time at Nan City First People’s Hospital since coming to Nan City for college almost two years ago.

She arrived at the bus stop and studied the schedule for a while.

The next bus to Nan City University wouldn’t arrive for half an hour.

It was 8:30 PM now, so half an hour later would be 9:00 PM.

The bus trip to the school would take about forty minutes, plus a ten plus minute walk to the dormitory…

Shen Xiaojiang was calculating on her fingers.

Oh god, another race against time.

She smiled bitterly to herself.

Lately, she was always just making it back to the dormitory right before curfew, truly testing the limits of the dorm supervisor’s patience.

The bus stop was crowded, and Shen Xiaojiang couldn’t find a seat, so she leaned against a pillar, spacing out.

Just then, a white Bentley slowly drove up and stopped right in front of Shen Xiaojiang.

The car window lowered.

People around them glanced over, some intentionally, some unintentionally.

Shen Xiaojiang had always been very focused when doing anything since she was a child, which was why her grades were consistently top-notch.

Consequently, she was also very focused when spacing out…

Seeing no reaction from Shen Xiaojiang, Chen Yi honked the horn.

“Shen Xiaojiang!” Her voice was slightly raised but showed no sign of impatience, her face still wearing a polite and detached smile.

Shen Xiaojiang started slightly, blinking twice.

Chen Yi was wearing dark tinted sunglasses, looking both chic and alluring.

“Get in,” she said.