Chapter 251

Chapter 251: 244: Sickly Young Master of Noble Origin (First Update) Chapter 251: 244: Sickly Young Master of Noble Origin (First Update) Five o’clock in the afternoon.

Jiahui encountered Dai Qiu in the company lobby.

Dai Qiu said, “I’ve sent the road test plan to your email.”

“I’ll look at it later.”

The new auxiliary driving system developed in collaboration between Huaqi Technology and Eastern Automobile was preliminarily completed; the next step was road testing.

“There’s an engagement banquet at the Guan Family tonight.” Dai Qiu knew that Jiahui and Jhiang Youyou used to be colleagues, “Are you going to attend?”

“Yes.”

Jiahui had just changed into an evening-appropriate outfit in her office, and although she wore a coat over it, it was still very cold.

She put on her scarf before stepping out of the company doors.

Recalling that Jiahui’s car was broken, Dai Qiu offered, “Let me give you a ride there.”

“There’s no need for that.”

“It’s no trouble at all. As your secretary, it’s my duty to handle your transportation, and I happen to have some errands to run nearby.”

Forty minutes later, Dai Qiu dropped Jiahui off at West Mountain Capital.

Between every two villas at West Mountain Capital, parking spaces were designated, and since the Guan Family was hosting a banquet that day, the spaces were nearly full with guests’ cars.

Jiahui got out of the car, “Thank you for the ride.”

“Not at all.” Dai Qiu, feeling it was inappropriate to talk to his superior while sitting in the car, also got out, “Call me when you’re finished, and I’ll come to pick you up.”

Jiahui disliked troubling others, “No need to pick me up, I’ll take a taxi back.”

Just then, a red sedan pulled up next to Dai Qiu’s car, and as the door opened, Jiang Chengxue stepped out in formal attire.

Jiang Chengxue’s hair was likely naturally curly and very dark.

The last time he had a heart attack, Jiahui saw him at the hospital, and this is how she described him: He has the face of a sickly young master from a noble family, with both a sickness and a murderous aura. When it came to judging a person’s character by their face, it was Jiahui’s territory. If she weren’t a nurse, she could work for a drama crew, picking out cast members.

He walked up to Jiahui, “Jiahui.”

“The Guan Family invited you?”

The Guan Family had only arranged eight tables for the banquet, inviting only close friends and relatives they were in good terms with.

“Surprised?” Jiang Chengxue draped his black coat over his arm, “Nanbo Group is Eastern Automobile’s glass supplier.”

Although Guan Musheng was widely respected, none of his own children were involved in the physics community. Sixing’s father, Guan Zhengan, was in the glass business.

Jiahui was aware of the cooperation between Nanbo Group and Eastern Automobile.

Jiang Chengxue donned his coat. His suit was also black, but his tie was a deep purple, a difficult color to pull off, yet this intense shade seemed rather fitting for him.

“Shall we go in together?” he suggested.

Jiahui declined, “No, thank you.”

Footsteps sounded from behind them, and as Jiahui turned to look back, she heard the person shouting her name, “Jiahui!”

The Qin Residence was also in West Mountain Capital. Just now, Dai Qiu’s car had passed by the Qin family, and Old Lady Zhao saw Jiahui in the car. With a brass-colored kettle in hand, as Jiahui turned her head, Old Lady Zhao threw the water from the kettle.

Facing the direction of Old Lady Zhao, Jiang Chengxue reacted quicker, grabbed Jiahui’s hand, and pulled her back. The black coat fell to the ground, and most of the water splashed onto Jiang Chengxue’s left wrist.

Seeing that she missed Jiahui, Old Lady Zhao yelled insultingly, “You disaster-bringer, you lowly wretch, it’s you, the one who ruined my two sons!”

As the water met the cold air, steam immediately began to rise.

It must have been boiling water.

Jiang Chengxue looked at Jiahui, “Where did it burn you?”

“I wasn’t scalded.” The proximity was too close, the oppressive feeling too strong. Jiahui stepped back to a safe social distance and reminded him, “Your hand.”

Jiang Chengxue glanced at his left hand, noticing the wet sleeve, still emitting steam. He didn’t attend to it, instead, he turned around, his eyes deeply sunken and emanating a chilling intent as he stared at Old Lady Zhao, who continued to shriek insults.

“Who is she?”

The question was not ‘who are you.’

Dai Qiu answered, “Qin Qi’s mother.”

Old Lady Zhao was known to bully the weak and fear the strong. The moment Jiang Chengxue spoke, she instinctively shut her mouth. She recognized Jiang Chengxue from the birthday celebration at Yangguang Building; the executives from Huaqi Technology were all very respectful toward him.

“In broad daylight,” Jiang Chengxue began in a leisurely tone, lifting the end of his sentence, “are you attempting murder?”

Old Lady Zhao immediately panicked, stammering, “Murder, what murder? I was just teaching this curse-bringer a lesson.”

Jiang Chengxue glanced over.

This old woman didn’t even qualify as a clown. He swept his gaze over to Dai Qiu, “Take care of it.”

Dai Qiu stepped forward, grabbed Old Lady Zhao’s arm, disregarding her struggles and cries, and dragged her toward the entrance of the Guan Family, where security was present.

Jiahui fetched two bottles of water from Dai Qiu’s car.

“Roll up your sleeve.”

Jiang Chengxue tilted his head slightly, expressing confusion, but complied, stretching out his hand and rolling up his left sleeve.

As a nurse, Jiahui knew how to treat burns, using cool water to reduce heat. She slowed her movements to ensure the speed of the water flow wouldn’t cause secondary injury.

She was very focused on the task at hand, not distracted by the gaze that was fixed on her. It was Dai Qiu who stood aside, stunned, watching Jiang Chengxue, watching as he slowly lowered his head, the frost and gloom in his gaze beginning to warm up, like dry wood suddenly set aflame.

Jiahui used up both bottles of water.

Jiang Chengxue withdrew his hand, “Nurse Jiahui, can you judge whether I should go to the hospital?”

Blisters had formed on Jiang Chengxue’s wrist.

Jiahui, who had experience in emergency response, advised, “You need to go.”

He picked up the coat from the ground, “Would you mind driving me there?” He lifted his hand, “I can’t drive with this hand.”