The sharp lines of his profile were etched with a certain steely coldness, his lips pressed tightly together, and his originally warm black eyes were now dark and heavy.
It was like a vortex that held her fixed in place for a moment.
At this moment, Tang Shu finally understood why some people in the business world said that Jing Yu acted with swift decisiveness and seemed unapproachable.
By the time she regained her bearings, he was only a step away from her.
Tang Shu was startled and then followed his gaze to her left shoulder, "It seems I’ve grazed it..."
She hadn’t even been aware of the pain; there was just a tear in her jacket.
"First, go to the tent to treat the wound."
Her right hand was taken by a warm and strong hand, and Jing Yu led her into the nearest tent. As they passed by Yin Dong and Lin Chuan, Tang Shu only had time to catch a glimpse of their ghostly pale faces.
Watching the two tall figures enter the tent, Yin Dong and Lin Chuan were both agape and speechless.
"That was... That was President Jing of Cloudscape Group, right? I’ve seen him from a distance before."
"Were those two holding hands?"
The two exchanged looks and felt as though they had stumbled upon some incredible secret. Despite the shock in their hearts, they both decided to seal their lips, not wanting to say another word.
Jing Yu pressed Tang Shu into a chair and let go of her hand. He took a pair of scissors from a medicine box, pulled up a chair beside her, and began to tend to her wound with concentration.
"It’s a graze from a bullet."
Jing Yu’s deep voice reached her, and Tang Shu felt the temperature around her grow chill. Lifting her head, she met those darkened eyes once again.
"Maybe... last night."
Clearly, Jing Yu’s mood dropped further at these words, his lips pressed even tighter.
Tang Shu involuntarily avoided his eyes and found it somewhat unbelievable.
What was she afraid of?
Did she actually have something or someone to fear?
"Cough, why are you here?"
"’Journey Together’ is a self-produced variety show by a small entertainment company under Cloudscape."
It would have been difficult for him not to be informed about such a major incident in his own company.
After the exchange of questions and answers, the spacious tent fell quiet once again, save for the sound of the scissors cutting through the jacket lingering in the ears.
As Jing Yu wrapped the white gauze around her arm and applied the medicine with focused attention, the warmth returned, making Tang Shu’s heartbeat quicken once more.
Great, another one of those textbook symptoms from the internet had just manifested.
Tang Shu couldn’t sort through her tangled thoughts and simply fell silent. Her eyes settled on her injured shoulder, quietly observing as his slender hands busied themselves.
The bullet graze wasn’t too severe, perhaps because the material of her jacket was of good quality, resulting in only a small laceration and a slight trace of blood. After cleaning, a bit of medicine would suffice.
Yet, the pale skin stained with the blue potion, mingled with the fresh red blood, looked somewhat startling.
Jing Yu’s low mood persisted until he finished bandaging. He stood up, took a bottle of mineral water from the table, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.
"Drink some water; your lips look a bit chapped."
Both had been sitting, but now he was leaning over the table, and Tang Shu suddenly felt an inexplicable pressure—a feeling she hadn’t experienced in many years.