Jin Chenyue was nearly knocked backward by the sudden embrace, his hand with the IV drip hovering to support the woman’s slender waist.
Gu Anyun wrapped her delicate arms tightly around his waist, burying her face in the crook of his neck as she whispered softly, “Husband, I don’t want to leave you.”
Her voice was soft and sweet, yet her arms held him with an unyielding grip.
In that moment, how could Jin Chenyue not waver?
How he wished he could just let her stay—two people squeezing into one bed wasn’t impossible.
But he couldn’t.
Reason shattered all temptation and selfish desires.
It took some effort to finally coax Gu Anyun into leaving.
After Nan Qiu escorted Gu Anyun away, Jin Chenyue let out a sigh of relief and pressed the nurse call button.
A nurse pushed the door open and entered.
The man sat by the bedside, his handsome, chiseled features cold and distant. His narrow eyes glanced over as he spoke in a low voice, “Please remove the IV for me.”
The nurse was taken aback. “Young Master Jin, are you discharging yourself?”
“Yes.”
“But you still have an anti-inflammatory drip scheduled for tomorrow morning…”
“No need.” The man’s brows, sharp as swords, furrowed slightly. “I know what I’m doing.”
The nurse opened her mouth to protest but swallowed her words.
This man was the current king of Beicheng—it wasn’t her place to meddle.
After seeing Nan Qiu and Gu Anyun off into the car, Li Yang hurried back to the hospital room without delay.
Pushing the door open, he was momentarily stunned to see the man dressed in a crisp suit.
“Mr. Jin, what’s going on?”
“First, return to the company to retrieve the bidding documents for the Xingcheng municipal government.”
Li Yang: “??”
“Arrange the private jet. We’re flying to Xingcheng tonight.”
Li Yang: “!”
…
Yuexi Mansion.
In the master bedroom, Nan Qiu crouched down to pick up the phone from the floor and handed it to Gu Anyun.
“Young Madam, your phone.”
Gu Anyun took the phone and turned on the screen.
Lian Caige had called her several times and sent multiple WeChat messages.
She pursed her lips and sighed softly, turning to Nan Qiu with clear, cold eyes that held little emotion.
“You’ve worked hard tonight. Go and rest.”
Nan Qiu hesitated for a moment before asking, “Would you like to take a shower, Young Madam?”
Gu Anyun tossed the phone onto the bed. “Alright.”
Having visited the hospital, she had picked up a faint scent of disinfectant—there was no way she could skip washing it off.
“Go ahead inside. I’ll fetch your pajamas.”
Gu Anyun threw the phone onto the bed and turned toward the bathroom.
Nan Qiu watched her retreating figure as she entered the bathroom, sighing inwardly.
This silence was all too reminiscent of her before the memory loss.
If Nan Qiu didn’t know she was sulking because Jin Chenyue hadn’t let her stay, she might have suspected Gu Anyun had regained her memories.
After retrieving the pajamas from the walk-in closet, Nan Qiu knocked on the bathroom door. “Young Madam, I’m coming in.”
“Mm.”
Nan Qiu pushed the door open.
In the luxurious, spacious bathroom, behind the frosted glass partition, Gu Anyun stood under the showerhead, warm water cascading over her.
Nan Qiu placed the pajamas in the dry laundry basket and turned to leave.
At the doorway, she paused.
After a moment of consideration, she turned back, gazing at the blurred silhouette behind the frosted glass. “Young Madam, please don’t be upset. The young master is actually concerned about you. He knows you have trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds, and he sent you back because he was worried you wouldn’t rest well at the hospital.”
The sound of rushing water continued, but Gu Anyun gave no response.
Nan Qiu pressed her lips together, pulled the door open, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Five minutes later, the bathroom door opened again, and Gu Anyun emerged wearing comfortable silk pajamas.Nan Qiu was no longer there, and the phone on the bed was vibrating.
It was Lian Caige calling.
She picked up the phone, swiped to answer, and with her other hand, lifted the blanket and slipped inside.
“Caige.”
“Darling, you finally answered the phone.”
On the other end of the line, Lian Caige let out a huge sigh of relief. “What exactly happened tonight? I think I heard your butler say someone fainted?”
“My husband.”
“Who?”
“My husband, Jin Chenyue.”
“Wait…” Lian Caige paused to gather her thoughts. “You mean Jin Chenyue fainted?”
Gu Anyun twisted the corner of the blanket with her fingers. “Yes.”
“Why would he suddenly faint out of nowhere?”
Her fingers stopped twisting the blanket. Gu Anyun blinked. “Right, why would he suddenly get food poisoning out of nowhere?”
Lian Caige: “…”
She was speechless for a few seconds before offering a very fair assessment: “Truly a plastic marriage. Your husband gets food poisoning, and you, as his wife, don’t even care?”
“What plastic marriage?” Gu Anyun snapped angrily. “Caige, stop spreading rumors. My husband and I are deeply in love!”
Lian Caige: “…?”
“I was just too nervous and forgot to ask the doctor why he got food poisoning…”
Her voice trailed off abruptly.
Gu Anyun remembered the cup of coffee she had brewed herself.
Could it be that her coffee was the problem?
“Caige, can coffee cause food poisoning?”
“Probably not?” Lian Caige thought for a moment. “But if it was expired coffee or if something wrong was added to it, then it’s possible.”
Gu Anyun: “…”
Case solved.
She raised her hand to cover her face. “Caige.”
“Hmm?”
“I think I almost accidentally poisoned my husband.”
Lian Caige: “…Wow, then all I can say is, girl, you’re really something!”
Gu Anyun: “…”
“I’m really curious now…” Lian Caige stifled a laugh on the other end of the line. “What exactly did you add to the coffee? Tell me so I can avoid it.”
Gu Anyun shook her head. “I don’t know either. There were a few bottles on the counter. They looked nice, so I added a spoonful of each.”
Lian Caige: “…Alright, confirmed. You really do want to kill your husband.”
“…I really don’t.”
“Alright, alright! I’m just joking.” Lian Caige dropped the teasing tone and returned to the main topic. “You still haven’t told me what’s going on between you and Jin Chenyue now.”
“What could be going on?” Gu Anyun frowned. That strange feeling was back. “Caige, what’s wrong with you? You know my husband and I have been deeply in love since we got married.”
Lian Caige: “?!!”
Who?
Who is deeply in love with whom?
Through the phone, Lian Caige almost snapped the paintbrush in her hand.
“Gu Anyun, Miss Gu, my dear vase lady…” Lian Caige released the paintbrush and swallowed hard. “Don’t mess with me. Today isn’t April Fool’s Day!”
“You’re the one being crazy.” Gu Anyun snorted coldly. “I’m not in a good mood right now, so I won’t indulge your nonsense. I’m hanging up.”
“Wait, hold on!”
Gu Anyun raised an eyebrow. “Fine, I’ll give you one more chance to speak properly.”
Lian Caige had already realized something was off. With Gu Anyun’s aloof personality, she was the last person to play pranks or make jokes.
So, something big must have happened during the three days she lost contact with Gu Anyun—something she didn’t know about!Lian Caige had now come to her senses and naturally didn’t dare to bring up divorce so casually again.
She took a deep breath and tentatively asked, “So, you’re very much in love with Jin Chenyue now, right?”
“Caige, what’s going on with you tonight? You keep confirming the relationship between me and my husband?”
Gu Anyun suddenly narrowed her eyes, “You couldn’t possibly have taken a liking to my husband, could you?”
Lian Caige: “…”
A few seconds later, the phone erupted with the roar of this Jiangnan beauty—”Gu Anyun, you really shouldn’t be so outrageous!!!”