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Her symptoms were clearly those of alcohol poisoning—she had already passed out.
Jiang Yanzhou had no idea how much she had drunk to reach this state.
His voice, raised in urgency, lacked his usual calm composure.
He shouted at Zhang Yi to turn the car around and head to the hospital.
Zhang Yi, confused, hesitated: “What?”
Jiang Yanzhou’s brow furrowed with frustration. He cursed: “Damn it, hurry up and step on the gas!”
Zhang Yi was visibly stunned.
After following Jiang Yanzhou for so long, he had never seen him lose his composure like this, let alone swear.
Even when he personally witnessed his father bringing back his mistress and her illegitimate child, he remained indifferent.
Good breeding taught him to suppress his emotions.
But now, it seemed he had lost even that restraint.
Completely reduced to a wild beast.
Zhang Yi floored the accelerator and sped toward the hospital.
At this hour, only the emergency room was still open.
After arriving, Jiang Yanzhou carried Song Zhi into the hospital.
Fortunately, there weren’t many people around. After the doctor completed a series of tests, he came out holding the medical records and asked: “Who is the patient’s family member?”
Jiang Yanzhou stood up and approached: “I am.”
The doctor glanced at him: “The patient’s boyfriend?”
He nodded: “Yes.”
The doctor handed him the papers to sign: “The patient has alcohol poisoning and needs immediate gastric lavage. Please sign here.”
Jiang Yanzhou quickly signed, handing the documents back while anxiously asking: “Is she... serious?”
“Thankfully, you arrived in time. She’ll be fine.”
After reassuring him, the doctor turned away, muttering to a nearby nurse: “I can’t believe what kind of boyfriend lets his girlfriend drink so much.”
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Song Zhi woke up feeling miserable, as if her body had been dismantled and poorly reassembled.
A low groan escaped her throat as she opened her eyes, greeted by nothing but white walls.
A gap in her memory loomed large.
She only remembered drinking with someone before losing consciousness.
Confident in her tolerance, she had let loose, forgetting to consider whether her body could handle the alcohol’s potency.
Tang Xiaoyan entered crying, carrying several high-end paper bags.
“Waaah, my baby, are you feeling better? I heard you had your stomach pumped—it must’ve been terrible. You look so pale. Are you still uncomfortable anywhere?”
Her rapid-fire questions left Song Zhi, whose brain was still foggy, unable to respond.
Tang Xiaoyan wiped her tears in anguish: “You’re even acting dazed. That bastard Jiang Yanzhou—how could he let you get alcohol poisoning?”
She had flown abroad a few days ago to recover from heartbreak, attending fashion shows and auctions.
The rich found their hobbies boring, monotonous, yet expensive.
Those bags were specially bought for Song Zhi.
Just as she landed, she received a call saying Song Zhi had been hospitalized for alcohol poisoning.
Only then did Song Zhi notice the gauze on her hand and the IV needle taped to her arm.
“Who told you?”
Tang Xiaoyan replied: “Xu Lanan came to visit her mom at the hospital the other night and happened to see Jiang Yanzhou’s driver paying at the counter. She sneaked over and saw Jiang Yanzhou waiting outside the ER. The news about you being unconscious for a whole day and night is already spreading through the circle.”
Song Zhi closed her eyes briefly.
That big-mouth Xu Lanan spread the news before Song Zhi herself even knew she had alcohol poisoning.
But...
“You just said she saw Jiang Yanzhou waiting outside the ER?”
“Yes, that’s how she confirmed it was you.”
No matter how hard she tried, Song Zhi couldn’t recall seeing Jiang Yanzhou after she drank last night.
So, what exactly happened last night?
Unable to piece it together, she decided not to dwell on it. Her body was still weak after the stomach pump.
The doctor said she could only consume liquids for now.
She didn’t know what she was hoping for but asked Tang Xiaoyan: “Did you see Jiang Yanzhou when you came in?”
Tang Xiaoyan poured her a glass of water, half hot and half cold.
“No, I only saw his driver sitting outside.”
Song Zhi suddenly found it amusing.
True, Jiang Yanzhou was a busy man. Bringing her to the hospital was already generous of him.
She wondered what she was expecting.
Tang Xiaoyan handed her the glass: “The doctor said you can’t eat anything yet. Drink some water to tide you over.”
Song Zhi’s stomach felt awful. Even sitting up was an excruciating task.
Tang Xiaoyan propped a pillow behind her to make her more comfortable: “I didn’t forget you during my trip abroad.”
Triumphantly, she pulled out bags and accessories from the high-end paper bags: “This season’s new chain bag from C, a wallet from Z—only 1,000 units worldwide, one per customer. I didn’t even get one for myself. And this—I know you love sparkly things. These rhinestones are all hand-set. Each piece has its own unique serial number, one-of-a-kind worldwide.”
One by one, she laid out the items, creating a literal mountain of wealth.
Looking at the beautiful bags and shoes, Song Zhi instantly felt much better.
She pursed her lips, suppressing an increasingly wide smile: “Bestie.”
Zhang Yi, hearing the laughter from inside, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He walked to a quiet stairwell to make a call.
Song Zhi had been unconscious for a full day and night, and Jiang Yanzhou hadn’t left her side during that time.
It wasn’t until this morning, when urgent matters at the company required his attention, that he reluctantly left.
In the conference room, the company’s senior executives watched their usually composed CEO sit silently, his face darkened.
This taciturn president was known for his emotional control, always maintaining a calm demeanor.
When had he ever looked so burdened?
After the executives finished their presentations, everyone waited for him to speak.
The room was so quiet that even breathing could be heard. Jiang Yanzhou held a pen, his brow furrowed.
Lost in thought.
Until his assistant quietly reminded him: “Mr. Jiang, you have a call.”
Never answering calls during meetings, he unusually took the phone this time, glancing at the caller ID.
He stood up: “Let’s end today’s meeting here.”
Then, turning to his assistant: “Send me the meeting content later.”
After connecting the call, Zhang Yi updated him on Song Zhi’s condition: “Boss, Miss Song’s friend just arrived. Her mood seems stable.”
Jiang Yanzhou had one hand in his pocket, his gaze fixed on the intersection visible through the floor-to-ceiling window.
She had never endured hardship in her life—everything had gone smoothly. Even getting a flu shot would prompt her to post multiple updates on social media, let alone undergoing gastric lavage.
“Go downstairs and buy her some porridge later.”
Zhang Yi nodded: “Should I get anything else?”
Anything else.
Jiang Yanzhou’s eyelashes lowered slightly. After a moment of contemplation, he turned and walked toward the assistant’s office.
In a way, Song Zhi was a loyal person. Her likes had never changed.
Beautiful clothes, bags, and shoes.
Several assistants were inside organizing the meeting materials. Seeing Jiang Yanzhou enter, the special assistant hurriedly stood up: “Mr. Jiang.”
He pushed open the glass door and lightly nodded.
Recalling his earlier gloomy expression, the assistant felt inexplicably nervous.
Coming to him at this critical moment—he wouldn’t be fired, would he?
Terrified, he barely dared to breathe.
Jiang Yanzhou lacked the rebellious nature typical of second-generation heirs. On the contrary, he was mature and rational beyond his years.
If not for his handsome face, one might question whether he was truly in his twenties.
The assistant trembled in fear for a long time, but the man before him showed no signs of punishment.
Instead, he took out his wallet and extracted a card: “Go to a nearby mall and buy something girls like.”
The assistant was stunned for a moment before slowly uttering an awkward “Ah.”
Buy something girls like? What kind of request was this?
Everyone in the office looked up, equally baffled.
Rarely did they see any change in Jiang Yanzhou’s usually detached demeanor.
He coughed lightly, trying to ease the awkwardness: “Consider it a business trip. I’ll double your bonus this month.”
Money clouded his vision—and his confusion.
Eagerly, the assistant accepted the card: “What kind of things does she like?”
Things she likes.
Jiang Yanzhou thought for a moment, then succinctly replied: “Expensive ones—the more expensive, the better.”
The assistant inwardly sighed for his otherwise mature and composed boss.
Even the most powerful figures could fall prey to materialistic women with long legs.
What a pity.
In the office, one assistant who had been slacking off forgot to close a webpage. The browser automatically skipped to the next news article.
The female host’s voice echoed in the quiet office.
“Recently, reporters captured footage of actress Song Zhi and esports player He Hanyang at a Chinese restaurant. Their intimate interaction—sharing a cigarette—has sparked heated discussions among fans about their relationship...”
The assistant panicked, scrambling to close the page. But Jiang Yanzhou appeared unnoticed, his stern face looming as he pressed down on the assistant’s hand hovering over the mouse.
His gaze fixed on the computer screen.
The quality of the paparazzi photos was poor, especially since it was nighttime.
The two wore matching hoodies. Song Zhi held a cigarette between her lips, and He Hanyang lit it for her. They stood very close.
Bullet comments scrolled across the screen.
【AAAAAAHHHHH! I take back everything bad I said about Song Zhi! She’s AMAZING! So ICONIC!】
【An artist who slays the entire scene just by smoking?! I’ve never seen anyone like her!】
【Strange, I’m not particularly fond of either of them, but their ship—I’m totally into it.】
【Esports troll + entertainment industry white lotus = summer’s hottest pairing. Ship name: Only Goat. Approved.】
...
Jiang Yanzhou’s eyes grew colder, as if icicles were seeping out of them.
His jaw clenched tight with restrained anger.
The assistant broke out in a cold sweat, wanting to close the video but too scared to move as his boss’s gaze remained glued to the screen.
The atmosphere in the office plummeted.
Summoning courage, the special assistant cautiously asked: “Where should I send the items after buying them?”
Jiang Yanzhou slightly raised his gaze, his voice low: “No need to buy them anymore.”
With that, he took out his cigarette case and left.
Leaving the special assistant standing there, bewildered, clutching the card.
The assistant who opened the webpage nearly burst into tears. Trembling, he asked the special assistant: “Am I going to be fired?”
The special assistant closed his eyes: “Pray for the best.”
Seeing how angry Jiang Yanzhou looked, he feared the boss might smash the computer on the spot.
He didn’t understand why Jiang Yanzhou was so angry—it was just another celebrity scandal.
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Tang Xiaoyan stayed with Song Zhi all afternoon until her father called and sent her home.
The ward fell silent again. Song Zhi lay in bed, staring at the ceiling.
The missing pieces of her memory gradually returned. She vaguely recalled slapping Jiang Yanzhou.
When drunk, she tended to lose control, her temper flaring uncontrollably.
The force of the slap had been significant—she wondered if he was alright.
Feeling guilty, Song Zhi picked up her phone from the bedside table, intending to call him.
Just as she was about to press the call button, she hesitated and withdrew her finger.
Too spineless. Every time she got mad at him for neglecting her, she ended up consoling herself.
Song Zhi suddenly realized that during the years spent with him, she had become unrecognizable to herself.
Proud as she was, when had she endured such humiliation?
At the same time, a knock sounded at the door.
The person pushed the door open and entered, carrying takeout porridge.
Zhang Yi placed the items on the table: “Master Jiang asked me to buy this porridge for you.”
“Jiang Yanzhou asked you to buy it?”
Zhang Yi nodded and stepped aside.
“And where is he?”
Zhang Yi replied: “He went back to handle urgent matters at the company.”
Song Zhi nodded, acknowledging that the jerk had at least some decency.
With the delivery complete, Zhang Yi left the ward.
In good spirits, Song Zhi decided to extend an olive branch to Jiang Yanzhou.
She dialed his number, placed the phone on speaker, and opened the lid of the porridge.
The porridge was very thin—likely Jiang Yanzhou’s specific instructions.
Song Zhi stirred it with a spoon—it was almost like rice paste.
The phone continued to ring until it disconnected automatically without being answered.
Song Zhi was puzzled.
Xu Lanan’s shrill voice came from outside as she pushed the door open, carrying a small fruit basket.
Decked out in extravagant attire, she didn’t look like someone visiting a patient but rather attending a beauty pageant.
Upon seeing Song Zhi’s haggard appearance, she feigned surprise: “Who would’ve thought a big star could get sick?”
Already bored, Song Zhi was amused to see trouble walking in.
She set the spoon down and smiled: “Indeed, even big stars are like ordinary girls like you. No matter how pretty, we still get sick.”
Xu Lanan had come to mock her but was immediately angered upon arrival.
“You…”
Song Zhi rested her chin on her hand, watching her with interest: “What’s wrong with me?”
Xu Lanan glanced sideways and spotted the phone on the table.
The call interface hadn’t been closed, still displaying Jiang Yanzhou’s unanswered number.
Suddenly recalling something, she smirked mischievously: “Today, Xun Yue returned from abroad. Jiang Yanzhou must’ve gone to pick her up. How could he possibly answer your call?”
Xun Yue?
An unfamiliar name.
Song Zhi was curious: “Who’s Xun Yue?”
Xu Lanan smirked triumphantly: “Of course, she’s Jiang Yanzhou’s beloved childhood sweetheart. They grew up together, perfectly matched. If it weren’t for you resembling her, how could Jiang Yanzhou have ever noticed you? Now that the rightful owner has returned, prepare to be abandoned.”
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