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Mr. Gu suddenly became flustered, explaining helplessly, "Qinghe, that's not what I meant. President Wang doesn't know..."
"Mr. Gu," Yin, who had been silent, suddenly spoke up. She handed a cup of warm tea to Mr. Gu and said, "Have some tea first. You've been running around, you must be tired."
Mr. Gu instinctively took the teacup, his lips touching the warm rim, and a wave of warmth flowed into his stomach, slightly calming his previously anxious mood. He looked up and gratefully glanced at Yin, only to find her gently gazing at Ruan Qinghe with concern in her eyes.
"Qinghe, please don't misunderstand. President Wang is just worried about you; he means no harm." Yin walked to the bedside and gently held Ruan Qinghe's hand, explaining in a soft tone, "You just focus on getting better; you don’t need to worry about anything else. Mr. Gu and I will handle it."
Ruan Qinghe looked into Yin's sincere eyes, feeling a mix of emotions. She knew Yin was speaking from the heart, but she also understood that there was an insurmountable chasm between her and Mr. Gu.
She gently withdrew her hand and returned the painting to Mr. Gu, s Yin g calmly, "You should give this painting back to President Wang; I don’t need it."
"Qinghe..." Mr. Gu wanted to say something more but was stopped by Ruan Qinghe's gaze.
"Mr. Gu, I know you care about me, but right now I just want to be alone for a while." Ruan Qinghe closed her eyes, her tone carrying a hint of exhaustion.
Mr. Gu looked at Ruan Qinghe's pale face, filled with pain and guilt. He knew that the hurt he caused her could never be repaired. He took a deep look at Ruan Qinghe before turning and leaving the hospital room.
Yin watched Mr. Gu's lonely figure disappear, a complex expression flashing in her eyes. She walked to the bedside and gently patted Ruan Qinghe's hand, softly s Yin g, "Qinghe, take care of yourself; I’ll head back now."
Ruan Qinghe didn't respond but simply nodded lightly.
Yin turned and left the hospital room, leaving Ruan Qinghe alone inside. She opened her eyes and looked out at the bright sunlight streaming through the window, yet her heart felt desolate. She knew that she and Mr. Gu had ultimately missed their chance.
Yin stepped out of the hospital room and gently closed the door. The tender expression on her face vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold demeanor. She took out her phone and dialed a number, speaking in a frosty tone, "Aunt Zhang, please check if President Wang has been collecting calligraphy and paintings recently."
At the other end of the hospital corridor, President Wang had just exited the elevator and spotted Yin standing by the window. Her slender figure was outlined in golden sunlight, resembling a delicate oil painting. He quickly approached her with a smile and asked, "Mrs. Gu, what a coincidence! How are you? Is Mr. Gu still busy?"
Yin turned around, feigning surprise while her tone carried an undercurrent of subtle disappointment. "President Wang? What are you doing here? I was just about to head back; Mr. Gu..." She paused, hesitating as if there was something unspeakable.
President Wang was no stranger to reading people; he immediately sensed Yin's insincerity. He smiled and placed the fruit basket he was holding on a nearby table, asking with genuine concern, "Mrs. Gu, is something wrong? You and Mr. Gu are two of my most valued partners. If there's anything I can help with, please let me know."
After a moment of hesitation, Yin decided to confide in President Wang. She sighed, her voice tinged with helplessness and bitterness. "Actually... Qinghe is also hospitalized in this hospital."
"Miss Ruan is hospitalized too? What happened?" President Wang feigned surprise while secretly speculating about Yin's intentions. He had heard of Ruan Qinghe's talent but had never had the chance to meet her. Now that he learned she was hospitalized, he felt a desire to visit her.
"Ah, don't mention it." Yin shook her head, revealing a hint of fatigue on her exquisite face. "It's all old news; talking about it would only make you laugh at me."
Seeing this, President Wang became even more convinced of his suspicions. He casually asked, "Oh? I wonder what kind of old news could trouble Mrs. Gu so much?"
Yin glanced at President Wang and saw his sincere expression; she lowered her guard and began recounting the past between Ruan Qinghe and Mr. Gu. Her tone was calm as if she were narrating a story unrelated to herself, yet there was an underlying sadness and helplessness in her words.
After listening to Yin's account, a glimmer of insight flashed in President Wang's eyes. He pondered for a moment before tentatively asking, "Mrs. Gu, tell me honestly—are you worried that Miss Ruan might rekindle old feelings and affect your relationship?"
Yin remained silent, gently biting her lip with tears welling up in her eyes, looking pitifully vulnerable.
Seeing this, President Wang felt even more assured. He smiled and comforted, "Mrs. Gu, don't worry. Matters of the heart cannot be forced, especially in today's society governed by law. Even if Miss Ruan truly has lingering feelings for Mr. Gu, she cannot do anything out of line."
"But..." Yin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by President Wang.
"Alright, Mrs. Gu, just rest assured. I will handle this matter for you," President Wang said, patting Yin on the shoulder with a tone that left no room for doubt. "I happen to want to collect a few of Miss Ruan's paintings. Could you help me make an introduction?"
Upon hearing this, a hint of barely noticeable joy flashed in Yin's eyes. She nodded and gratefully replied, "Then I will trouble you, President Wang."
President Wang smiled and turned to leave the hospital room.
Yin watched President Wang's departing figure, a meaningful smile pl Yin g at the corners of her mouth.
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