Habitually, An Ning analyzed a person’s character through colors.
Yu Jingchen was the kind of person whose resoluteness and unbending will extended to his very bones, which made An Ning trust him without any apparent reason.
Her brother must be just like him.
But no, not quite the same.
Her brother always treated her kindly and, although he also wasn’t prone to laughter, he definitely did not give off the same cold vibe as Jingchen.
“Sit,” Yu Jingchen said as he first settled into the sofa and motioned to the spot next to him.
An Ning chose a seat across from him.
“Mr.
Yu, please speak, I want to find out why you paid my mother’s hospital bills and even urged the doctors to treat her.
I want to know.”
Yu Jingchen lit a cigarette and exhaled gently before he said, “It’s not because of your brother that I paid your mother’s hospital bills, there is another reason.”
An Ning didn’t believe it.
“Apart from my brother’s involvement, I can’t think of any other reason.”
Yu Jingchen glanced at her and narrowed his eyes slightly as he asked, “Three years ago, you donated blood to an infant who needed heart surgery, do you remember?”
An Ning nodded.
“Yes, the child’s blood type was very special.”
“RH negative type A blood,” Yu Jingchen said.
“Yes, the same as mine.”
“That child is my son,” Yu Jingchen revealed.
An Ning found this coincidence astonishing; she had saved his son, and his son’s blood type was as rare as hers.
“Your son?”
“Correct,” continued Yu Jingchen.
“I am very grateful for what you did, but you left in such a hurry that time that we never got the chance to thank you.
So, I had been looking for you until a few days ago when I found out that your mother was hospitalized and needed a large sum every month for treatment, so I directly paid for two treatment courses.”
“…” An Ning still felt it was too coincidental, but he was right about the events of that year.
Yu Jingchen exhaled a puff of smoke.
“I just never expected that you were An Ning.”
An Ning nodded.
“Thank you.
How’s your child doing?”
“Thanks to your help, he is very healthy now,” Yu Jingchen said.
“That’s good to hear,” An Ning said, genuinely pleased with the news.
But it was just too coincidental.
“I am very thankful that you saved him and never had the chance to thank you in person,” Yu Jingchen said with eyes as deep as the ocean, gazing intensely at her.
An Ning couldn’t figure out why his gaze seemed laden with meaning today, making her feel an inexplicable sense of embarrassment.
He seemed like…
a lion lying in wait, ready to pounce at any moment.
An Ning tried to control her emotions, not letting her thoughts wander.
“It’s no trouble.
Don’t they say on TV that people with ‘Panda Blood’ should help others more so that when they’re in trouble themselves they can find help too?
Now, you are also helping me by paying for my mother’s hospital bills and insisting on a proper treatment, thank you, Mr.
Yu.”
Yu Jingchen’s gaze grew even deeper and he suddenly asked, “Miss An, do you have a boyfriend?”
An Ning thought she had misheard and looked at him in astonishment—why would he ask such a question?
“Mr.
Yu, what did you ask?
I didn’t quite catch it,” she said.
Yu Jingchen stood up and walked towards her, focusing on her question.
“I asked you if you have a boyfriend.
Answer this question for me.”
An Ning shook her head.
“No.”