Chapter 138

“You’d better enjoy the journey with the one you love, but not me.”

This was the reply Chu Jiran made to Gu Yeyu when they were on the sky wheel.

Her eyes grew wide in astonishment, Gu Yeyu could hardly understand it. She had expressed her feelings so clearly.

But he still feigned ignorance of her love for him.

But what could she do? To bare her heart to Chu Jiran again? No, she had no courage, for fear that everything she had would get lost and that Chu Jiran would turn her down again.

When they got off the Ferris wheel, Gu Yeyu was in low spirits and laden with unhappiness.

“What’s wrong with you, Yeyu?” Chu Jiran gave her a worried look, asking, “Am I letting you down today?”

Just before Gu Yeyu went home, Chu Jiran made a big stride forward and seized her hand, asking.

Gu Yeyu trembled and felt painful.

‘So you care about how I feel? Then why don’t you respond to my love?’

Certainly, she would not say to Chu Jiran like this. Gu Yeyu forced a smile, turned around and replied.

“I’m just a little tired. You don’t have to worry about me. Go back.”

As soon as she finished, Gu Yeyu walked into the villa without looking back, for she feared she would pour out her soul to him if she didn’t.

Looking at desolate expression on Gu Yeyu’s face and her receding figure, Chu Jiran heaved a sigh.

‘I wish she could be happy.’

They parted in discord. Nobody knew their appointment was spotted by one person.

Tan Xin.

Sitting in the office, she browsed through the report on Gu Yeyu and Chu Jiran from a private detective and was lost in thought.

It turned out that Chu Jiran would attend Li Wu’s wedding…

Thinking that Gu Yeyu seemed to have some secret plans, Tan Xin showed a cunning smile on her face.

However, she was not certain yet.

Her phone rang. Tan Xin caught a glimpse of the number, and her smile grew radiant.

“Miss Tan, those men confessed, and I’ve known the whole story.”

“Gu Yeyu gave the order to get Chu Jiran drunk at the wedding ceremony.”

Before he finished, Tan Xin had got the picture.

‘Gu Yeyu, sorry, but your brother shouldn’t have married her.’

Gu Yeze was working in the villa when he received a call from Dr. Xing. He slightly frowned.

‘Is there anything wrong?’

“Mr. Gu, Bai Weijin just came,” said Dr. Xing faintly on the phone, “She wants me to be the only attending physician of Bai Hongbo.”

“And substitute Hou Mingde.”

On hearing what he said, Gu Yeze frowned even more deeply. ‘What is she thinking about? Is she doing it on purpose?’

He couldn’t exclude this possibility.

The very thought immediately annoyed Gu Yeze. He ordered, “Don’t listen to her. Just do as you wish.”

As soon as he hung up, Gu Yeze cheered up, as if he had done something great.

But soon he was overcome with regret.

For he never saw Bai Weijin being so unreasonable for personal reasons…

It must be with a good cause.

Gu Yeze dialed Dr. Xing’s phone again and soon got through, as if the doctor was waiting for his call.

“Just do as she asks.”

Then he hung up, as if the mobile was a hot potato. Gu Yeze felt unaccountably agitated.

‘Why am I feeling guilty?’

In order to suppress the strange feeling, Gu Yeze sent a message to his assistant asking the latter to find everything about Hou Mingde and then buried himself in the work.

On the other end of the phone, Dr. Xing wearily watched his screen. How many times had Gu Yeze given him such capricious orders?

Too numerous to count, maybe.

Dr. Xing pushed open the door to his office, ready to do a ward round, only to find that Bai Hongbo’s ward was still ablaze with lights.

It was too late. Was there anyone else?

He slowed his pace, pushing the door open. There was nobody but Bai Weijin sitting at the bedside of Bai Hongbo and staring at him.

“It’s quite late. Don’t you need a rest, Miss Bai?” Dr. Xing suggested kindly, “We can take care of him.”

Bai Weijin shook her head and opened her mouth.

“I want to spend more time with him.”

Now that Bai Weijin insisted on staying here, Dr. Xing gave up the persuasion and left.

When he opened the door, a familiar figure met his eyes. He couldn’t help but frown.

‘Why is he here?’

The man was nobody but Hou Mingde.

“What are you doing here?” Dr. Xing asked coldly.

At the sight of Dr. Xing, Hou Mingde found his heart missed a beat. He looked away and said, “I’m just making the rounds.”

Making the rounds? Wasn’t it usually done by the nurses?

Dr. Xing gave Hou Mingde an icy stare, as if trying to see something unusual from his face.

Under Dr. Xing’s fierce gaze, Hou Mingde was a nervous wreck. He couldn’t help but tighten his grip in his pocket.

There were syringes and potions in his pocket, which he planned to use to offset the antibiotics effect during the day. Once the drug ceased to be effective, Bai Hongbo could hardly be cured.

His action didn’t escape Dr. Xing’s attention. It only took a few seconds for him to size up the situation, which took him aback.

‘Syringes and potions, aren’t they?’

It seemed that Bai Weijin had made a good guess.

Dr. Xing would have told Hou Mingde about his transfer tomorrow, but the scene made him change his mind.

“Gu Yeze wanted me to be the attending physician of Bai Hongbo. You’re going back to the inpatients department and taking up your post as the director.”

Having said that, Dr. Xing left Hou Mingde no chance to defend himself but walked away.

Gazing at Dr. Xing’s receding figure, Hou Mingde clenched his fists.

‘Should anyone catch me doing it?’