Chapter 64: Chapter 64: Why Didn’t You Mention Your Injury Earlier?
Before Lu Wanwan could say anything more, he just tossed two to Zhao Chen, “Drive.”
Lu Wanwan was anxious inside because she wasn’t sure when Ling Xiaoxue would make her move. She worried that if Ling Xiaoxue acted first, the direction of public opinion would favor her, after all, first impressions are strongest.
That person was still a celebrity, a popular young actress, backed by a public relations team from a management company above, and beneath, a fan club and paid internet troll army. And Xu Yuan? In front of the public, he was just a nobody.
But Gu Annan didn’t allow her to work overtime. Did he think that, being a trouble magnet, it was more reliable to keep her under close watch?
However, thinking about the way he threw the chair just now, he indeed looked handsome to her.
This person, who seemed cold, indifferent, and nonchalant about everything, was quite the man when he got tough.
Lu Wanwan gave up the idea of working overtime, but right now, she was the only person who knew the whole story clearly.
She decided to send a text to the editor-in-chief, to first post a spoiler on Weibo, and later explain in detail with a longer Weibo post.
Gu Annan’s phone rang, he glanced at the message, and then turned it off.
It seemed someone had managed the situation.
By the time they reached Gu Mansion, Lu Wanwan, who had been busy on her phone editing, finally sent the edited 139 characters to the editor-in-chief, asking him to trust her.
However, their magazine hadn’t operated Weibo well and had fewer followers than “Star Headlines'” official account; she was very worried about the repost volume.
“Young Master,” Aunt Li glanced at Lu Wanwan, then spoke to Gu Annan, “Just now the Lu family called. Miss Lu Kexin wants to have dinner with you tomorrow evening but didn’t have your personal contact information.”
Lu Wanwan’s eyes were glued to her phone, anxious, but she looked up when she heard Aunt Li.
Gu Annan paused his steps, then responded with something that seemed off to Aunt Li, “Bring up some bruise ointment.”
Lu Wanwan was looking at Gu Annan, curious about how he would respond to Lu Kexin’s invitation.
Did he just say ointment?
When Gu Annan had elegantly handled the situation earlier, he hadn’t shown any sign of discomfort the whole way, and she hadn’t thought much of it. When had he gotten hurt without her knowing?
She watched his swiftly ascending figure, guilt welling up inside her.
Hurt and you didn’t say earlier? Just trying to act cool!
“Aunt Li, give me the ointment. It’s my fault, and it caused your Young Master a bit of injury.”
“Alright, alright,” Aunt Li hurriedly said, “Miss Lu, please wait a moment.”
Why did it sound like Aunt Li was happy and eager about the young master’s injury?
Lu Wanwan carried the ointment upstairs, and saw Gu Annan sitting at his desk, clicking away on the keyboard, too busy to even glance up at her.
She stood beside him, bored, in utter silence but for the sound of her breathing.
The typing stopped eventually, “Need something?”
Lu Wanwan instantly offered the ointment in her hand, “I brought this for you.”
Gu Annan paused, slowly moving his hands away from the keyboard.
He squinted his deep, ink-colored eyes, examining the hesitant concern in her eyes and remained silent for a long while.
“Should I just… put this on your desk?”
She knew Gu Annan was a perfectionist, who didn’t like others to see him in anything less than a perfect state, and would pretend it didn’t exist if he was injured.
Lu Wanwan chose not to step into that minefield and expose him, “I’ll go out now, not disturb your work.”