Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
Su Zhinian’s hasty footsteps halted immediately when he heard Cheng Qingchong. His gaze naturally went to fall on Song Qingchun. The girl was sitting on the floor with one hand over her ankle. She must have suffered a horrible fall because her brows were screwed shut.
Su Zhinian’s brows also began to crease. He instinctually wanted to rush to her side, and his urge to demand to know what was wrong with her that night dissipated completely.
Cheng Qingchong shivered involuntarily, feeling Su Zhinian’s rage, which was directed toward her. She subconsciously lowered her head to evade his glare that she knew was coming her way.
Why did I pay so much money to feed you? You can’t be trusted to even look after one person!
Su Zhinian growled as he dashed to take care of Song Qingchun.
Cheng Qingchong immediately stood up to vacate the spot beside Song Qingchun for her boss.
Before Su Zhinian squatted down, he didn’t forget to glare severely at her. It caused Cheng Qingchong to falter back two steps.
Song Qingchun’s plan had been to fake a fall and pretend to be in pain to have Cheng Qingchong call Su Zhinian down. However, in her clumsiness, her fake fall had turned real, and she had ended up actually spraining her ankle.
To be frank, the injury wasn’t serious; she didn’t actually hurt her leg or anything. She simply had not anticipated the sudden pain, and it had made her crumble to the floor.
As she expected, when Cheng Qingchong saw she fall, she had immediately rushed forward to check upon her. At the end of the day, Cheng Qingchong was Su Zhinian’s personal assistant; she had managed to stay at his side for so long because she was really good at her job. While she consoled her, she had the waiter go buy a bottle of carthamus oil, as she whipped out her phone to call Su Zhinian. However, before she had the chance to make the call, Su Zhinian had arrived at the scene, apparently in some kind of mood.
This was all her fault. Even if she did end up hurting her ankle, it was her own doing, it had nothing to do with Cheng Qingchong.
After she listened to Su Zhinian rail at Cheng Qingchong and show no signs of slowing down, guilt weighed down on her. When he squatted down, she chanced a glance at him. Her heart shook due to the presence radiating off him. However, she still summoned her courage and said softly,
This is not Miss Cheng’s fault; I was too careless…
Then, while Su Zhinian was not looking, she tossed an apologetic gaze at Cheng Qingchong.
When Su Zhinian heard Song Qingchun, his lips were stretched into a thin line, and he swallowed the rest of his words. Then he picked Song Qingchun up off the carpet and placed her on the nearby chair.
He waited until Song Qingchun was seated before he went down on one knee to inspect her injured ankle.
There was slightly red bruise around the ankle.
Su Zhinian felt his heart break. The fury that he was nursing while he stormed downstairs was watered down just like that. He raised his eyes to look at Song Qingchun, half-berating and half-concerned about her.
How could you have been so careless?
Actually, Song Qingchun was feeling better already, but when she heard what Su Zhinian said, for some reason, the unreasonable feeling of annoyance she had been feeling resurfaced.
It was her own fault for faking a fall, but she inexplicably felt that the fault was on him. If he had not called for a room full of girls, they wouldn’t have ended up in this situation. She lowered her head, giving him the silent treatment.
Su Zhinian held her ankle in his hands. He could sense her displeasure, so instead of pressuring her, he returned to inspecting her wound, this time, more closely.
