Campus Ace Girl-Chapter 593 - 594: An old bachelor is just a bachelor, what single status!
Zhou Yu lightly licked her lips, remaining silent.
Min Xin looked at her, his eyes full of pain.
After being married for so many years, he understood her to some extent; Zhou Yu’s silence usually meant acquiescence.
His voice faltered. "Do you truly love him, or are you just looking for someone to rely on in your later years?"
Zhou Yu lowered her gaze, looked out the window for a moment, then said softly, "Min Xin, what was between us is in the past."
"I know." His voice was laced with bitterness. "As an old friend, can’t I even show a little concern for you?"
Zhou Yu finally met his gaze. After a moment, she whispered, "I am serious."
She had said it twice, that she was serious. Min Xin felt a cold stillness settle in his heart.
After a long pause, he looked away, as if to hide his emotions. "I understand."
Zhou Yu felt a little uneasy. After all, the child in her womb was Min Xin’s, and she was somewhat afraid he might suspect something. Just as she was about to get up and leave, Min Xin suddenly asked, "Does he treat you well?"
Startled, Zhou Yu then gave a slight smile. "Quite well."
Min Xin stared at her intently. Her smile was very gentle, and she seemed much more relaxed than before—perhaps because she had left him, or perhaps because she was going to be a mother.
It seemed letting her go had been the right decision; at least she was doing well now.
Moreover, after all this time, she hadn’t shown any sign of lingering affection. He gave a self-deprecating smile, feeling he’d been foolishly sentimental. She was already carrying King Jingyao’s child; why would she still be thinking of him?
At the thought of the child, another pang of anguish shot through his heart. The images his mind conjured were sheer torture.
He regretted it.
Min Xin felt he shouldn’t have let go. If he had known things would turn out this way, he would never have let her go.
Though it was humiliating, he still ventured, "Are you willing to come back to me? We can start over."
Zhou Yu was taken aback and stared at him.
Only then did Min Xin realize his impetuousness, and his heart filled with bitterness once more.
Zhou Yu felt it was about time. "I’ll head out first," she said softly.
"Yu Yu," Min Xin called, stopping her.
Zhou Yu turned back. "Is there anything else?"
He watched her quietly, then shook his head.
No, there was nothing else. What else could there be? They weren’t husband and wife anymore.
He merely wanted to ask if she was going to see King Jingyao, if she was going to take care of him. But then again, what right did he have to ask?
At this moment, Min Xin felt a despair worse than death.
Zhou Yu left, gently closing the door behind her. He couldn’t see outside, but the not knowing gnawed at his insides.
The secretary entered quietly and carefully tended to him.
Min Xin lay ramrod straight. "Has she gone to the room opposite?"
The secretary answered evasively, "Mr. Wang’s injuries aren’t serious. He’ll be discharged tomorrow morning."
Min Xin’s Adam’s apple bobbed. "Then she won’t be coming back." Having said that, he fell silent.
Though his body was clearly pushed to its limit, he refused to sleep, his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The secretary, truly worried his nerves might snap, tried to coax him for a long time, but the great man remained unhappy.
Later, Gu Anxi came in. The secretary said awkwardly, "Dr. Gu, you see..."
His voice dropped lower, full of deep concern. "He really needs to rest; he can’t keep this up."
Gu Anxi leaned over him.
Min Xin glared at her, then turned his head to the other side, not wanting to see her.
Gu Anxi chuckled. "Don’t want to see me?"
Min Xin gave a cold snort and said nothing, making it clear he didn’t want to acknowledge her.
Gu Anxi said "Ohhh," drawing out the sound. Then, she took a sedative from her own pocket and, while filling the syringe, smiled at Min Xin.
A shiver went down Min Xin’s spine. He said coldly, "Gu Anxi, you dare!"
She bent down, her face very close to his. "Why wouldn’t I dare?"
She continued, "You’re not a child anymore. If you won’t take care of yourself, I’ll have to do it for you."
She grinned. "Aren’t I good?"
With that, she administered the injection.
Min Xin was still glaring at her, but in a short while, his eyes lost their focus and slowly closed.
His secretary watched, dumbfounded. "Dr. Gu, what... what are you doing?"
Gu Anxi raised an eyebrow. "He needs a good rest."
His secretary breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh, is that it? You gave me a scare."
Gu Anxi disposed of the syringe, then looked at the secretary. "Watch him. Don’t let him leave the hospital for at least half a month. Otherwise, if your master’s arm ends up crippled, don’t come crying to me."
The secretary was quite moved. "Dr. Gu, I misjudged you in the past. I thought you harbored ill intentions towards Mr. Min, but it turns out you care about him so much."
Gu Anxi gave him a strange look. "You didn’t misjudge me. I’ve always harbored ill intentions towards him."
She smiled mischievously. "Seeing him unhappy makes me happy. Seeing him angry puts me in a good mood."
With that, she walked out and went to the room across the hall, leaving the secretary standing there, doubting life itself.
What kind of person was Dr. Gu, anyway?
Across the hall, Gu Anxi opened the door. Unexpectedly, Zhou Yu wasn’t there.
She asked her elder brother, "Where’s Sister Zhou?"
King Jingyao chuckled. "She went back first. She seemed a bit down."
The Secretary-General beside him chimed in, "Of course, she wouldn’t be in a good mood. You beat her man to such a state; how could she be happy?"
King Jingyao feigned confusion. "Isn’t her man me, right now?"
Gu Anxi burst out laughing, went over, and leaned against him. "You really know how to flatter yourself!"
The Secretary-General also smiled. "In Miss Zhou’s heart, Min Xin is probably still more important. After all, he’s the father of her child. She still wouldn’t want anything to happen to him."
Gu Anxi remained silent.
King Jingyao eyed her. "What devious plan are you concocting now? Let me tell you, lie low for a few days. Min Xin is like a rabid dog right now; he’ll bite anyone he sees."
Gu Anxi said coolly, "That just means you’re useless, Elder Brother! If it were me, I’d have beaten him until he couldn’t find his teeth."
King Jingyao tugged her ear. "Is being ruthless in a fight all that matters?"
He scoffed. "Without me protecting you, he’d have torn you to pieces by now."
The little rascal fell quiet; this was true, indeed.
When she quieted down, her elder brother’s affection for her welled up. He had the Secretary-General bring over a large wild ginseng that someone had just delivered, telling her to take it to replenish her strength.
Gu Anxi left, holding the large wild ginseng, and delivered it to Uncle Bo.
No sooner had she left than Old Mrs. Wang came to see her son, bringing Old Man Ying with her.
Old Man Ying wasn’t there to see his son; he wanted to see the little brat.
Once they arrived, Old Man Ying sat in his son’s room for less than five minutes before leaving with the Secretary-General to bicker with the little brat. This left Old Mrs. Wang exasperated and amused. "Jingyao, look at you now. Your father doesn’t dote on you at all anymore."
Jingyao, however, didn’t seem to mind.
Old Mrs. Wang then looked at her son’s bruised and swollen face and couldn’t help but scold him, "You and Min Xin are, combined, ninety years old! And with your status and position, you fight without any regard for the occasion. People will laugh their heads off! If word gets out and the media reports that two big shots fought over a woman and ended up in the hospital, wouldn’t that be utterly ridiculous?"
King Jingyao frowned. "Do you think I wanted to get beaten up? I’m the victim here."
"Victim?" Old Mrs. Wang glared at him. "You deserved it! Who asked you to provoke Min Xin?"
King Jingyao gave a bitter laugh. "Mom, you’re being unreasonable. I didn’t want to provoke him. It was that little rascal Anxi’s idea! Oh, Zhou Yu is pregnant, and she insisted on saying it’s mine. It’d be weirder if Min Xin *didn’t* beat me up!"
Old Mrs. Wang realized she’d misspoken, and her expression hardened. "That’s because you’re useless, unable to intimidate him! Zhou Yu divorced him, and the child is yours; he can’t find a single fault with it. What are you afraid of?"
King Jingyao sighed. "It’s precisely because the child *isn’t* mine that I’m afraid!"
If she were truly his woman, if he truly loved Zhou Yu, then he would have thrown caution to the wind. But in the current situation, he still cherished his life.
Old Mrs. Wang added, "Just consider it doing a favor for that little devil Anxi."
Jingyao was speechless. He wanted to withdraw from the world. How could this be the same? It wasn’t Anxi who was pregnant...
After admonishing her son, Old Mrs. Wang went to check on Min Xin. He was fast asleep, thanks to the sedative. Old Mrs. Wang sat for a short while, then returned, sighing, "He looks quite pitiful. All alone with all this power, and now he doesn’t even have a wife."
She then sternly lectured her son, "In any case, you don’t need to worry about us two old folks. But you must protect your sister well. Don’t mess things up to the point where your sister doesn’t want you either... You’re still single, you know."
I’m single, and I maintain my integrity. Is that wrong? King Jingyao thought.
Old Mrs. Wang probably knew what he was thinking. She snorted coldly. "Enough of that ’maintaining my integrity’ act. Your private life may not be as colorful as Min Xin’s, but it’s not nonexistent. If you weren’t attracting attention, would those starlets and artists flock around you? You don’t even like them, yet you keep stringing them along..."
The magnate touched his nose and endured it.
The Secretary-General, standing by, tried to defend him softly, "Mr. Wang is single."
Old Mrs. Wang shot him a look. "An old bachelor is an old bachelor. ’Single’? Why make it sound so refreshingly unconventional!"
King Jingyao was utterly exasperated. "Your son is still quite in demand, you know."
"Oh, is that so!" Old Mrs. Wang huffed. "Then why don’t you bring a good one home for me to see!"
Jingyao was at a loss for words. "This kind of thing requires mutual affection, doesn’t it? A forced melon isn’t sweet."
Old Mrs. Wang fell silent, probably having thought of something.
Seeing her like this, King Jingyao knew she was genuinely worried. He gestured with his eyes. "Jingchuan, go and see why the Old Master hasn’t come back yet!"
