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This woman is Jia Man, an external project manager hired by Zhou Xuanyu.
It is said that Jia Man graduated from a prestigious university abroad, possessing not only exceptional skills but also remarkable acumen. She once helped revive a company in City A, and although she left for various reasons, she has remained a sought-after talent since arriving in Qingcheng.
Unexpectedly, she ended up with Hengfu Group.
This shows that Zhou Xuanyu is certainly not an ordinary person when it comes to networking and resources.
Jia Man will be specifically responsible for the projects currently in Zhou Xuanyu's hands, which means she directly took over the work that the president was doing.
To facilitate Jia Man's work, Zhou Xuanyu specially arranged for the storage room next to his office to be cleaned out and redecorated according to her preferences.
Such a grand arrival of a new recruit inevitably sparked envy and murmurs among other colleagues. Some even began to compare Jia Man with Galen.
Compared to Galen, Jia Man exudes more presence and youthfulness. The only advantage Galen has is her experience and qualifications within Hengfu Group.
Xiaolin remarked that two tigers cannot coexist on the same mountain unless one is male and the other female. Now that both are female, it seems there will be some drama ahead.
Junxi had no interest in these trivial matters; she only knew that she hadn't seen Zhou Xuanyu for a long time. Now that he was back, her attention was almost entirely focused on him.
Even with Jia Man around, no matter how capable she was, she was still a newcomer to Hengfu Group. Until she got up to speed, Zhou Xuanyu remained hands-on and busy as ever.
Throughout the day, as long as Zhou Xuanyu was within sight, Junxi's gaze would unconsciously drift in his direction.
Zhou Xuanyu was deeply focused on his work, oblivious to the fact that Junxi's gaze was almost glued to him. The lack of response from him stung, leaving Junxi feeling a bit disheartened.
After work, the lights in Zhou Xuanyu's office were still bright, with several executives inside talking to him, showing no signs of wrapping up.
Junxi waited for a while before heading downstairs. It seemed he wouldn't have time to accompany her to the hospital to see Zhou Ziyan.
Zhou Ziyan had been recovering particularly well lately. Jason mentioned that he would be able to be discharged and go home to rest in a few days. Hearing such good news revitalized him. He joked and played around with Junxi every day, as if he had returned to his pre-injury self.
As soon as Junxi entered Zhou Ziyan's hospital room, she saw him walking around on the floor.
"Zhou Ziyan, are you crazy?" Junxi exclaimed, putting down what she was holding and rushing toward him. "You’re not fully recovered yet, and you're getting out of bed? Do you want to lose your legs?"
Zhou Ziyan turned around, leaning against the bed's edge, and winked at her smugly.
"Don't worry, can a few steps challenge me?"
This was truly a classic case of someone who had forgotten the pain after healing.
Junxi scoffed lightly and walked over to him, saying, "If you're so capable, why don't you let go of the bed and walk?"
She was just joking, but before she knew it, Zhou Ziyan actually released his grip.
With only one foot able to stabilize his weight, Zhou Ziyan swayed back and forth in front of her, making her heart race with concern.
"Hey hey hey hey..." he suddenly called out in a series of exclamations as he stumbled forward.
"Look at you!" Junxi rushed over and hugged his waist, using her shoulder to support Zhou Ziyan's weight.
Zhou Ziyan was quite large, but the weight resting on Junxi was surprisingly light. She found it strange, and when she looked up, she saw Zhou Ziyan's arms tightly wrapped around her.
He was grinning mischievously at her.
"Zhou Ziyan, you better not be doing this on purpose!" Junxi pushed him away.
The push was a bit too strong, and Zhou Ziyan was caught off guard; this time he really was about to fall backward.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey..." he shouted, panic evident in his voice.
"This is just ridiculous!"
Junxi had no choice but to reach out to catch him again, but with his center of gravity shifted, there was no way her limited strength could hold him. He pulled her down with him.
As they both fell to the ground, Junxi didn't even have time to feel the pain before scrambling over to Zhou Ziyan.
"Are you okay?"
If something happened to Zhou Ziyan now, she would truly be a lifelong sinner.
"It hurts so much!" Zhou Ziyan frowned, his expression pained.
Junxi panicked. "Where does it hurt? Let me see!"
Zhou Ziyan glanced at him and silently reached out to press on his backside.
"Does it hurt here? Do you want to see?"
"…"
Junxi truly wanted to strangle him.
At the doorway of the hospital room, Zhou Xuanyu stood watching the two inside embrace intimately, then tumble to the floor in a close embrace. His heart twisted painfully.
When Junxi looked at Zhou Ziyan, the concern in his eyes was so evident that even a bystander could feel it.
Zhou Ziyan's long-lost smile was like a passing spring breeze, as if all the previous pain had turned into fleeting clouds before Junxi.
Should he go in?
At this moment, perhaps it wasn’t a good idea.
Zhou Xuanyu tightened his grip on the doorknob before slowly loosening it. He withdrew his hand, shoved it into his pocket, turned around, and walked back without looking back.
This series of actions was executed cleanly and decisively, seemingly without any lingering attachment, yet his footsteps betrayed a reluctance that couldn’t be hidden.
He walked slowly, each step heavy as if filled with lead.
The wind was strong outside as he opened the car door and glanced up at the third floor of the hospital. He didn’t know which light came from Zhou Ziyan's room; all he knew was that each beam was blinding.
He got into the car and drove straight back to Yatian's villa.
The new butler, Uncle Fu, had been transferred from the Zhou Family Old Residence. Seeing him return so early, Uncle Fu approached to ask if he had eaten dinner.
Zhou Xuanyu didn’t answer; he simply instructed him to open the wine cellar and bring out a few bottles.
“It’s late at night; what are you drinking alone for? It’s bad for your health,” Uncle Fu said, somewhat reluctantly, though he didn’t dare go against Zhou Xuanyu’s wishes.
“Vodka,” Zhou Xuanyu replied as he walked down the hallway, tossing out the three words.
Uncle Fu paused for a moment. As far as he knew, there weren’t many types of vodka in the cellar, and this was likely the strongest drink available.
It seemed that tonight, Zhou Xuanyu was determined to drink himself into oblivion.
Uncle Fu felt a bit worried for him. Zhou Xuanyu had always been a composed person who rarely showed his emotions. What could possibly have happened to make him want to drown his sorrows like this?
Zhou Xuanyu went upstairs to change clothes. When he came back down, the vodka he requested was already placed on the coffee table in the living room. Uncle Fu stood by, waiting for him.
“Second Master, this vodka is strong; you should drink less.”
"Uncle Fu, you should go to sleep now," Zhou Xuanyu waved his hand.
"Alright, I won't disturb you any longer."
Uncle Fu walked towards his room, glancing back occasionally. Zhou Xuanyu had already settled into the sofa, twisting off the bottle cap and pouring a generous amount of liquor into a glass. He didn’t seem to register what was being said at all.
Zhou Xuanyu swirled the transparent liquid in the glass; this clear drink would surely help him sleep well tonight. He took a sip, just a light one, and felt his lips tingle from the burn of the alcohol.
Spicy.
He recalled how Junxi looked the first time she drank white liquor, sticking out her tongue and repeatedly uttering that word in a cute manner.
They had been watching the sunrise on the snowy fields of Chamonix in France when she discovered the wish he had made concerning Lin Jingming. Suddenly, she pulled out a bottle of liquor from her backpack.
It was tequila, leftover from him and his friends; he had no idea when she had secretly stashed it away.
She said she intended to drink it for warmth but hadn’t expected to actually use it.
Before he could grasp what she meant by "actually use it," she uncorked the bottle and took a swig.
That was probably her first time drinking white liquor. When he and his friends were drinking, he had prevented her from touching it, only daring to let her have a little lower-proof red wine for a taste.
Her boldness startled him, and he immediately reached for her bottle.
Just a moment ago, she had been cheerfully coaxing him into making wishes, and now she was gloomily drinking. The sudden shift left him speechless, unable to fathom the reason behind it.
She was unwilling to give him the bottle, and even before he could exert any force, she quickly took two more swigs.
Three big gulps of strong tequila were enough to knock a woman down, but Junxi could hold her liquor; she was just tipsy, not completely out of it.
Carrying a drunken cat on the way back was quite a task. She kept insisting on taking the cable car. Zhou Xuanyu tried every possible way to persuade her, but in the end, he had no choice but to comply.
Once they got on the cable car, they were surrounded by the vast snowfield. The scenery was indeed breathtaking, but she didn’t even glance at it; instead, she started crying right there.
She often shed tears in front of him, but that time left a particularly deep impression on him.
As she cried, she began to share her innermost thoughts with him.
She said she had fallen in love with someone, but that person loved someone else. She expressed how much her heart hurt, as if it was about to suffocate her.
Such intimate feelings from a young girl were overwhelming for him; he could only watch her in silence, his own emotions stirred up by her tears.
As she continued to cry, she suddenly threw herself into his arms, irrationally blaming him for bringing her to see the sunrise and for making wishes… even though it was clearly her own request.
He endured a few punches from her, feeling both amused and helpless.
At the same time, he began to ponder who this little girl had fallen for but couldn’t have.
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