Translator: Zayn_
Seeing that Song Qingyou was fine, Chen Lan heaved a sigh of relief and nagged endlessly.
Song Qingyou responded with a few grunts and then opened the cat carrier herself.
The cat inside jumped up.
âEh-â
Chen Lan couldnât react in time and was about to stop it when she saw Zhizhi land steadily in Song Qingyouâs hand.
âYou scared me to death. 1 thought Zhizhi was going to pounce on your face!â
Chen Lanâs voice stopped abruptly, her eyes falling on the bruise on Song Qingyouâs forehead.
âThatâs right. Your face⦠your forehead is injured. Why didnât you apply medicine? Let me see if youâre bleeding. Donât let it leave a scarâ¦â
It wasnât just her. Even Zhizhi, who was in her arms, turned around and stared at Song Qingyouâs forehead.
In the end, he couldnât help but reach out his claws, as if he wanted to touch her wounds.
âMeow-â
Song Qingyou felt like Zhizhi was asking if she was in pain.
She was stunned for a moment before raising her hand to stroke the catâs head. Her smile was serious and bright.
âIt doesnât hurt anymore. Donât worry, Zhizhi.â
âHow can a cat understand you? 1 think itâs better for you to apply some medicine first.â
After Chen Lan urged her, Fang Yan also sent a message.
After asking, Song Qingyou took the woman and cat to the guest room on the 27th floor.
After a while, Fang Yan came in with a first aid kit.
Chen Lan started to apply the medicine on Song Qingyou. She glanced at the cat standing on the armrest of the sofa, staring at her without blinking. She couldnât help but complain, âI keep feeling that Zhizhi has been staring here to see if my hand is too heavy and will hurt you.â
âMaybe if I use force, it will pounce on me and scratch me.â
Song Qingyou looked at her cat and smiled.
âZhizhi has such a gentle personality. How could he scratch people with his claws?â
âGentle?â Chen Lan paused. âYou really mean it?â
Song Qingyou: âYeah, even if Zhizhi doesnât want me to hug him, heâll retract his nails when heâs pushing me away. Isnât that gentle?â
âThatâs only for you.â Chen Lan rolled her eyes. âHe always flaunts his claws in front of me. I donât even dare to hug him!â
âMaybe itâs because Sister Lanâs hug is uncomfortable.â Song Qingyou guessed
It was just a cat. Its bones were so soft. How could it be uncomfortable to hold it?
Chen Lan pouted speechlessly: âThe heart filter you wear for your cat is too thick!â
After applying the medicine, Chen Lan saw that Song Qingyou still wanted to talk to Fang Yan, so she planned to leave with Zhizhi.
However, the kitten kept its paws on the sofa and refused to leave.
In the end, it was Song Qingyou who said that her forehead was fine. After comforting her, Zhizhi took the initiative to get into the cat carrier.
Fang Yan and Cao Manli had set a time to meet.
Perhaps because she didnât trust Jiangyuan Group, Cao Manli agreed to meet him at a coffee shop instead of coming to the company building. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
In addition, she would only meet with Song Qingyou, not even Fang Yan.
In the afternoon, Fang Yan sent Song Qingyou to the entrance of the cafe while he planned to wait in the car.
At this moment, Jiang Zhihan suddenly sent a message: [Where are you now?]
When Fang Yan saw this message, he thought Jiang Zhihan had woken up, so he called out to Song Qingyou, âWait a moment, Miss Song!â
Song Qingyou turned around. âWhatâs wrong?â
Fang Yan had just opened his mouth when he saw another new message.
[ Iâm not awake yet. Donât talk too much in front of her.]
âAssistant Fang?â Song Qingyou was confused.
Fang Yan moved his lips. He did not have time to think about what Mr. Jiang meant and could only remedy the situation.
âCao Manli only wants you to meet her. I donât know what sheâs up to. Please be careful.â
âI think she should pay more attention to her safety,â Song Qingyou nodded and said calmly.
Seeing the other partyâs confident smile, he thought of Song Qingyouâs story of breaking down a tree with one kick⦠âYouâre right,â Fang Yan smiled awkwardly.
Song Qingyouâs eyes flashed with suspicion.
Before entering the coffee shop, she deliberately turned around to look at Fang Yan. Seeing that he was looking down at his phone intently without any abnormality, she retracted her gaze.
At this moment, Fang Yan was staring blankly at Jiang Zhihanâs instructions.
Half of them were company affairs, and the other half were related to Song Qingyou.
For example, the person who injured Song Qingyou couldnât be let off.
Another example was thanking Song Qingyou on behalf of President Jiang and what gift he should give her.
The boss wanted to write down everything he should say and do when he saw Song Qingyou.
Fang Yan was numb from watching. After recording everything on the notebook without complaint, he took the opportunity to ask, [Mr. Jiang, you said you didnât wake up. What happened?]
He could still chat without waking upâ¦
Could it be that his soul had left his body?
Could it be that when Mr. Jiang was unconscious, his soul had been floating in the air?
Fang Yan subconsciously looked around and shivered.
Jiang Zhihan hesitated for a moment. He thought that it was better to tell the truth than to let Fang Yan guess all sorts of things.
This way, Fang Yan could still help cover for him in the future.
So, after a while, Fang Yan saw Jiang Zhihanâs reply:
[ Iâve always been by Song Qingyouâs side.]
By Miss Songâs side? What was with Miss Song when she went in just now? Air?
Fang Yanâs face stiffened as he asked: [You⦠were floating?]
Jiang Zhihan was speechless.
Jiang Zhihan replied: [Iâm not a ghost.]
If it was not a ghost, then it could only be a physical body.
Fang Yan, whose brain was working normally, finally remembered when President Jiang suddenly started paying attention to Song Qingyou.
At that time, Miss Song was still an unknown artist on the island and had no interactions with Jiang Zhihan. The only people around her at that time, besides Yu Muhuai and Jiang Xuyan, wereâ¦
âThat cat!?
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable his guess became.
Besides, compared to ghosts, cats were more acceptable to him.
Fang Yan carefully typed:
[You are⦠Zhizhi?]
Jiang Zhihan was speechless.
Alright, since he didnât deny it, it was a definite answer.
Fang Yan was surprised, but at the same time, he wanted to laugh.
Thinking about how Miss Song kept teasing and rubbing the catâ¦If the truth was discovered in the futureâ¦Would Mr. Jiang be beaten up?
His thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
Fang Yan: [ Do you need me to buy the cat back? If you offer a high price, Miss Song might agree.]
Jiang Zhihan replied: [She wonât sell it.]
Such a firm answer actually meant that Mr. Jiang couldnât bear to part with Ms. Song, right?
Otherwise, he wouldnât have exposed his secret of turning into a cat just to remind him to avenge Miss Songâ¦
Fang Yan nodded in understanding and immediately expressed his loyalty.
[ Donât worry, I wonât tell anyone about this!]
Jiang Zhihan replied, [Yeah.]
It wasnât until the other party didnât send any more messages that Fang Yan clicked on Song Qingyouâs Weibo on a whim.
Looking at all kinds of cat photos on Weibo, Fang Yan could not help but laugh even though he was still worried about Luo Zhenâs issue.
These cat photos were definitely a dark history for Mr. Jiang! He had to save it and savor it when he worked overtime in the middle of the night..