私立医院.
沈明下车时靠在左航的手臂上,站在离他很近的地方.
她的身体擦过他的身体,如此之近,以至于连左航自己都觉得有点奇怪.他稳住了沈小姐.
"沈小姐,"他开始说,"我从荣总那里听说...嗯,看来你才怀孕一个月左右?
沈明仍然抓着他的手臂,注意到他手里拿着的伞并没有完全挡住她.当一些阳光照射到她身上时,她皱起了眉头.
"嗯?"
左航咳嗽了一声,调整了一下伞,让它离自己更近了.
"我的意思是...现在,真的没必要这么小心...咳嗽...我的意思是,你不需要保持这么近的距离.我还可以从这里稳住你.
毕竟,如果她一直保持这么近,半个身体几乎压在他身上,万一荣总看见了又误会又如何呢?
"哦."
沈明终于后退了一小步,在他们之间创造了一点个人空间.
在远处,可以看到相机灯光的闪光,以快速的速度拍摄照片.
沈明还挽着左航的胳膊,朝着楼梯走去.
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突然一个物体从空中飞过,正好打在了左航的额头上.
他愣住了,花了一点时间思考,然后意识到击中他的是一个破碎的鸡蛋.
当他擦去时,蛋黄和蛋清从他的脸上滴落下来,当他看到一大群人从远处向他们走来时,他眯起了眼睛.有些人甚至举着标语.
他们喊道:"不道德的商人,给我们伸张正义!
沈明反应很快.她不再感到紧张或犹豫.她从左航手中抢过伞,保护自己,冲上楼梯,试图逃进去躲避混乱.
左航仍然对鸡蛋迷失了方向,很快就追上了她,他的长腿很容易跟上她的步伐.
"沈小姐,怎么回事?"
沈明平静地回答.
"你也看到了.一群正义的人来要求正义.我们公司最近遇到了一个产品问题,他们是来这里捣乱的.
左航皱起眉头,感觉到有些不对劲.
"他们引起了骚动,但为什么来这里而不是去公司呢?"
沈明加快了脚步,动作比刚才还快.
"如果你有时间提问,你应该专注于收集安全保障.这些人在闹事,你可不想忘了——这可是家私立医院啊!
听到她的话,左航很快就明白了她的意思.
"Alright," he muttered, turning to rally the hospital's security.
Escaping from Zuo Hang and the troublemakers, Shen Ming entered the hospital's rear garden. She recalled Zuo Hang had told her that President Rong was waiting for her here.
After putting down the umbrella, Shen Ming slowed her steps, her heart steady, showing no signs of anxiety. But the moment she spotted the people in the garden, she suddenly picked up speed and sprinted straight toward them.
In the garden, the hospital director and several vice directors were talking to their major benefactor about recent happenings at the hospital.
Suddenly, the director's vision blurred. In the blink of an eye, something small and fast flew by him.
He squinted and realized it was a young woman, sobbing uncontrollably, who collided straight into their major benefactor's arms.
The impact made Rong Zhaonan stumble slightly backward, though he steadied himself, supporting her shoulders.
Shen Ming let go of the umbrella, tossing it at the director's feet, then wrapped her arms around Rong Zhaonan's back, burying her head in his chest.
She cried, her sobs harsh and loud.
"Mr. Rong, I'm scared. Someone's trying to hurt me. Zuo... Assistant Zuo said those people... they're all part of your romantic troubles. They threw eggs at me, and Assistant Zuo got hurt too."
"Mr. Rong, I'm really scared..."
Her voice, thick with tears, was clear enough for everyone around to hear.
The director and the vice directors exchanged glances, uncertain how to respond.
Feeling her warmth in his arms, Rong Zhaonan looked down. She trembled against him, her body shuddering with sobs.
"Romantic troubles?"
Since when had his romantic entanglements reached this point?
His long, elegant fingers gently lifted her chin, tilting her face up to meet his eyes.
His gaze darkened as he observed her tear-streaked face. Her eyes were red and swollen, tears still lingering at the corners, but there was no denying she was beautiful.
He turned to his assistant, Chang.
"Go check on what's going on."
Chang nodded quickly and left.
Once the assistant was gone, Rong Zhaonan gently pulled Shen Ming's arms off of him and attempted to loosen her grip.
"Don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one will dare to cause trouble."
Despite his reassuring words, Shen Ming tightened her hold, nestling deeper into his embrace like a frightened little animal, looking for security.
Those watching couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable. The director, sensing the mood, quickly suggested to the others:
"Since Mr. Rong has personal matters to deal with, we'll discuss things later. Vice Directors, let's go check on the outpatient department first."
The group quietly left.
Once they were gone, Shen Ming let go of Rong Zhaonan, standing aside, her head lowered, still looking rather pitiful.
Her breathing was shaky, her lashes fluttering. Then, from the corner of her eye, she noticed a clean hand appear. It was holding a dark-colored handkerchief.
Rong Zhaonan had handed her a handkerchief.
Shen Ming hesitated for a moment before taking it, hearing him speak.
"Clean yourself up."
The handkerchief smelled faintly of pine, pleasant and calming.
She wiped away the remaining tears, still not looking up, but she could feel his gaze on her, lingering like a slow, steady current.
By the time Chang returned, Shen Ming had already been led into the VIP reception room by Rong Zhaonan. Chang was efficient, being the only female secretary in the executive office, and one of Rong Zhaonan's most capable assistants.
Chang leaned in and whispered to Rong Zhaonan, likely updating him on what was happening outside the hospital.
Rong Zhaonan listened, his gaze drifting to Shen Ming, who was sitting on the sofa, fiddling with her phone.
Her expression had changed from the tears and vulnerability to a slight smile, as though she had seen something amusing.
It was hard to reconcile this relaxed, amused version of her with the one who had been sobbing earlier, clutching him desperately.
Shen Ming glanced at her account balance—seven zeros—hard not to smile.
Her jade pendant, which she had worn since birth, was finally worth something. It could be sold at such a high price, so at least the person on the other end hadn't deceived her.
Now that the money had been transferred, and the show was over, it was time to return to the company.
She gathered her things and prepared to leave the sofa, having already thought of an excuse. Just then, Rong Zhaonan's secretary approached.
"Miss Shen, the medical staff is ready. Mr. Rong would like you to come for your check-up."