Another day passed, and Mu Yan still showed no signs of improvent.
She could maintain a posture, sitting quietly for a long ti.
Jiang Jingheng didn’t go to the company in the morning, but Lian Jun sent over the urgent docunts that required his attention.
"The nightclub is already prepared," Lian Jun said. "You can take the Young Madam there tonight."
"Okay." Jiang Jingheng nodded almost imperceptibly, his gaze landing on Mu Yan, who was sitting on the sofa.
She was holding a doll, stroking it over and over, tirelessly.
His expression softened considerably.
Lian Jun continued to report, "The old master has decided to appoint Young Master Yu Tai as the executive director and marketing manager."
Jiang Jingheng was unimpressed, "Just a puppet."
He knew exactly what the old master was plotting.
Did he want to control him with this? At the very least, he should find soone decent.
Before long, Lian Jun returned to the company, and Jiang Jingheng began to handle his work.
Occasionally, he would look up at Mu Yan; with her by his side, he never felt tired.
At least, without her smile at ho, it felt as if it was shrouded in clouds.
In fact, he wanted to see her smile at him.
A little after five in the afternoon, Lin Jiamu arrived at the villa.
At that ti, Jiang Jingheng was feeding Mu Yan.
Initially, Lin Jiamu was uneasy about Mu Yan being with Jiang Jingheng, as their statuses were too different.
But in tis of adversity, true feelings co to light; soone like Jiang Jingheng treating soone with such care speaks for itself.
The most precious thing in life is being with the one you love, so he blessed them.
And the best gift for them was for Mu Yan to recover, no matter the cost.
Close to eight o’clock, the three of them went to the nightclub where the fire had occurred years ago.
As night deepened, the city’s neon lights flickered, but they couldn’t illuminate the shadows on the horizon.
Although it was sumr, the night felt inexplicably cold.
Getting out of the car, Jiang Jingheng helped Mu Yan put on a hat and held her as they walked toward the entrance.
The nightclub manager had already been waiting at the entrance, ready to welco Jiang Jingheng.
"President Jiang, please co inside."
His gaze lingered on Mu Yan for a mont, clearly aware that she was the girl who lost her mother that year.
Even though several years had passed, he still rembered how she had cried her heart out back then.
What he hadn’t expected was that this little girl was so closely connected to the most prominent young master in Upper City.
Jiang Jingheng nodded almost imperceptibly and followed the manager to the first floor.
There were guests on the second floor, but the first floor had been cleared, so there was no worry of anyone recognizing Mu Yan or disrupting their plans.
After walking for a while, Jiang Jingheng suddenly stopped and said to Mu Yan, "Wait here for , I’ll go check ahead."
Mu Yan looked at him, sowhat understanding, and did not stop him.
Jiang Jingheng glanced at Lin Jiamu beside him, and the two walked forward together.
The hallway was empty, leaving only Mu Yan standing alone.
Mu Yan stood there without moving, her eyes unblinkingly staring ahead.
But after a long while, neither Lin Jiamu nor Jiang Jingheng had returned.
Who knows how much ti passed when suddenly smoke poured out from a room nearby.
A server, appearing seemingly out of nowhere, ran over and took a look, then suddenly shouted, "Oh no, it’s on fire!"
Hearing the word "fire," Mu Yan blinked, her eyes sharpening.
Soon, more people ran over, asking urgently, "How did it catch fire, is anyone inside?"
"Xi Zhen, Xi Zhen is inside."
Xi Zhen? Mu Yan suddenly clutched her head, feeling a splitting headache.
A scene flashed through her mind, with flas blazing, smoke billowing, cries for help all around; suddenly, she rushed forward.
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