Chapter 3
Author: Mr. Big Horn
At this moment, not only did the butler come, but the company people also rushed out.
Su Jinxin quickly turned his face away, trying to prop himself up to get away. “Mr. Yan, put me down.”
Yan Zhen was busy rinsing his wound and didn’t expect Su Jinxin to move like that, causing water to spill everywhere. Seeing fresh blood oozing from his nearly healed knee, Yan Zhen’s voice rose in panic, “Don’t move! Stop fussing!”
Su Jinxin shivered in fear. “I… there are people…”
“Of course, there are people! What, did you expect ghosts?”
“The company people are here, they’re all watching,” Su Jinxin weakly reminded him. “You’re such a big boss…”
“Let them watch! So what if I have someone at home!”
Su Jinxin wanted to say more.
Yan Zhen, with a stern face, cut him off, “Keep this up, and I’ll dock your pay.”
This hit Su Jinxin where it hurt.
He quickly buried his face in Yan Zhen’s chest, staying still.
Soon, the ambulance arrived.
Yan Zhen didn’t trust anyone else. He ended up carrying Su Jinxin into the ambulance himself.
Once the door closed, Su Jinxin clutched Yan Zhen’s sleeve. “Mr. Yan, I didn’t mean to cause trouble, I…”
—Now, he really looked like he was about to cry, his eyes red and teary, but he bit his lip, holding back his tears.
Yan Zhen paused.
Regretting his harsh words, he ruffled Su Jinxin’s messy hair. “It’s not your fault, it’s mine.”
This was the truth.
He had been too rough with him today.
The bedroom was on the third floor.
No matter how nimble Su Jinxin usually was, he shouldn’t have been jumping from such a height after being so exhausted—Su Jinxin might be careless, but Yan Zhen should have known better. He should have instructed the butler to keep an eye on him, preventing him from doing anything risky.
But Su Jinxin didn’t believe him.
His eyes still red, lips pursed, he looked pitifully at Yan Zhen. “You’re not used to this car. Stretch your leg this way, or you’ll be uncomfortable. Be careful not to hit your head.”
…Yan Zhen was amazed at his thought process.
He sighed. “It’s really not your fault. I’ll cover all the medical expenses. Your salary will be quintupled. Keep receipts for any summer expenses, and I’ll reimburse everything.”
Su Jinxin was stunned.
Yan Zhen knew what he was thinking and pinched his slightly red nose. “What, don’t believe me? Have I ever skimped on spending for you? When have I not given you two or three times more? Why would I lie to you?”
Su Jinxin finally smiled through his tears. “Thank you, Mr. Yan!”
Yan Zhen bent down and lightly kissed his damp eyelashes. “You little money-grubber.”
The hospital belonged to Yan Zhen’s family.
The examination was thorough and complex—after all, Yan Zhen was overly cautious, and they did X-rays, CT scans, MRIs, leaving nothing unchecked—but it was quick. Yan Zhen carried Su Jinxin up and down, refusing to let him walk, threatening to dock his pay if he argued. Su Jinxin, blushing and embarrassed, buried his head in Yan Zhen’s chest like a little quail.
Soon, all the reports came back: nothing serious, just superficial wounds.
Only then did Yan Zhen feel slightly relieved.
But he still grabbed the doctor, asking, “Why so much blood? Is this level of blood loss dangerous? Will there be scars?”
The doctor reassured him that it was nothing serious, just needed rest, and if taken care of properly, there wouldn’t be any scars. Only then did Yan Zhen secretly breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing the major investor so nervous, the doctor didn’t dare be careless. Even though it wasn’t serious, he asked if they should keep Su Jinxin in the hospital for observation. Yan Zhen thought about it—the hospital’s VIP conditions were decent, but not as good as home—so he shook his head:
“Get a reliable doctor to come home.”
He also instructed the butler to have their family doctor on standby at the villa.
Su Jinxin quietly protested, “It’s not a big deal, no need to make a fuss…”
“What’s important or not, I decide.” Yan Zhen, still frustrated, displayed his domineering CEO attitude from head to toe in front of everyone.
Su Jinxin never undermined Yan Zhen in public, especially when Yan Zhen was in a bad mood.
So he obediently stayed silent.
He quietly nestled in Yan Zhen’s chest, allowing him to carry him, surrounded by attendants, back to the villa. He was truly exhausted—after being ravaged by Yan Zhen and then the unexpected accident—so he dozed off in Yan Zhen’s arms. As soon as his head hit the pillow, his eyes closed, but he still tugged at Yan Zhen’s clothes, mumbling:
“Thank you, Mr. Yan, sorry for the trouble today.”
His words were slurred, soft and sticky like a newborn fluffy animal.