Chapter 39
A Longing Heart
Because of her injuries this time, Mu Anan recuperated at Yuyuan Estate for a whole week.
She was mostly lying in bed.
In the first five days, Mu Anan’s body ached, and she felt sleepy all the time, so she didn’t mind lying down.
But on the sixth and seventh day, Mu Anan felt like she was rotting in bed.
She had always been tough. Since her injuries were almost healed, she wanted to get out of bed and jump around to prove her ability to recover.
However…
Mu Anan had a longing heart but no guts.
After all, Seventh Master was watching her every day.
Seventh Master would stare coldly at her if she rolled around a bit more in bed. There was no way he would let her get out of bed.
Mu Anan never had guts or shame in front of Seventh Master.
The moment he looked over, she would instantly cower.
For example, now.
She was about to sneak out of bed until Zong Zhengyu gave her a look.
She lay in bed and stared a little resentfully at the man who was working through a pile of documents on the sofa.
He was dressed casually, and his long legs were wrapped in gray pants.
He was wearing a V-neck shirt and Mu Anan could see what was underneath every time he bend down to pick up another document.
During Mu Anan’s recuperation, Zong Zhengyu’s beauty was her only stress relief.
Mu Anan was so engrossed in watching him that she did not notice when the man suddenly looked up from his documents, and locked eyes with her without warning.
Mu Anan’s heart started beating wildly.
Zong Zhengyu, who was staying home with Mu Anan, had shed his usual strictness and didn’t even bother with his hair.
His slightly curly bangs hung down to his eyelids, covering most of his sharp eyes and his edge, making him look a little lazy.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Just as Mu Anan was lost in her thoughts, Zong Zhengyu suddenly put the documents aside, got up from the sofa, and slowly approached her.
Boom-boom, boom-boom.
Mu Anan’s heart was beating like crazy.
Not only did her mind go blank, but a tingling sensation also overcame her in waves as Zong Zhengyu closed in on her.
She could already smell the minty scent on Zong Zhengyu.
Mu Anan’s thoughts went wild.
It was not until his cold hand touched Mu Anan’s face that she shuddered unknowingly.
“Fever?” Zong Zhengyu’s deep voice sounded. He was observing her, even touching her forehead with his hand.
They were very close.
He was so close that his breath landed on Mu Anan’s face.
Her cheeks were already burning hot, but her face temperature and her heart rate continued to soar.
Zong Zhengyu saw Mu Anan’s face turning redder and redder, like a cooked shrimp. He frowned and pressed the alarm.
The alarm sounded and the entire Yuyuan Estate went into a state of high alert.
Dr. Gu rushed to Mu Anan’s room as fast as he could. He was in such a hurry that he hit his head on a glass panel in front of her bedroom with a loud bang.
Mu Anan’s body trembled at the loud noise, and she snapped back to her senses.
Dr. Gu had already rushed in. “Seventh Master, what’s wrong with Miss Anan?”
Although Dr. Gu’s head hurt, he didn’t dare to delay one bit.
Ever since Mu Anan was in recuperation, Dr. Gu had been on high alert and would rush over to deal with anything like it was an emergency.
He was afraid that if he was late for just a second or two, Seventh Master would punish him on the spot.
“Could be fever.” Zong Zhengyu answered simply and then stepped aside to let Dr. Gu examine Mu Anan.
“I’m just restless. I don’t have a fever.” Mu Anan snapped back to reality.
The redness on her face had already subsided, and she did not dare to look at Dr. Gu.
She felt a little guilty.
After all, it was because of Zong Zhengyu’s beauty that her heart rate and body temperature were abnormal. It would be a little embarrassing to tell others.
Even so, Dr. Gu still took Mu Anan’s temperature.
Normal temperature.
“Miss Anan, are you feeling any discomfort?” Dr. Gu asked.
“I feel fine.” Mu Anan said sincerely.
Dr. Gu was puzzled.
“Examine carefully,” said Zong Zhengyu.
Since Seventh Master had personally asked, Dr. Gu did a routine check-up for Mu Anan even though he looked confused.
Zong Zhengyu took a call and left the room for a while.
When he came back, Dr. Gu had already finished examining Mu Anan.
Dr. Gu reported seriously, “Seventh Master, Miss Anan’s body temperature is normal, and there are no signs of inflammation on her wounds. There’s nothing wrong with her.”
As Dr. Gu said this, he endured Zong Zhengyu’s suspicious gaze, feeling as if a knife had been put to his neck for him to prove that there was no mistake in his work.
Mu Anan added quickly, “Seventh Master, I’m fine. I’m really fine.”
Zong Zhengyu slowly raised his eyes to look at Mu Anan. Seeing that her face had returned to normal, she was smiling quite sweetly and her eyes no longer showed the fatigue from a few days ago, he finally felt at ease.
“There’s a meeting in the office that I need to attend.” Zong Zhengyu checked the time. It was already seven o’clock at night. “Sleep by yourself tonight.”
“Yes, will do. Seventh Master, you should go now. Please don’t let me hold you back from your work.” Mu Anan was unusually obedient.
Zong Zhengyu only glanced at her a few times and left her room without saying anything.
Dr. Gu looked at Mu Anan strangely.
So obedient and smiling so sweetly as she watched Zong Zhengyu leave. Something was up.
It turned out that Dr. Gu knew Mu Anan very well.
When Mu Anan heard the sound of a car engine starting downstairs, the sweet smile on her face disappeared.
She flipped open the blanket and jumped out of bed.
Dr. Gu was dumbfounded. “M-Miss Anan… Where are you going?”
“Racing.” Mu Anan walked to the closet. “I’ve been holding it in for so many days. Finally, he has left.”
“No, no… Miss Anan, you’re still injured.”
“It’s done.”
…
At the Xiyun Mountain racing track…
This was the only F1-like racing track in Jianglan City. It was almost paradise every night for the underground racing gangs.
Jiang Feng had just finished a race, and under the screams of cheerleaders, he held his helmet and walked towards the open-air lounge not far away.
In the lounge, Jiang Qin sat with a serious expression, like she was thinking hard about something. Jiang Feng leaned over, but she didn’t react.
Jiang Qin only came back to her senses when Jiang Feng put the helmet on the table with a thud.
Jiang Feng said, “You asked me to investigate that Mu Anan from your school. I’ve already gotten the results.”