Su He stopped in front of Sheng Jingyu’s bedroom door, hesitating for a moment. Judging by the way everyone in the living room was trying to avoid it earlier, it was clear that waking up Sheng Jingyu was a risky task.

He lingered at the door for a while, with no way out, he had no choice but to muster up his courage and cautiously knock on the door: “Mr. Sheng, are you awake?”

Silence. As expected, there was no response.

Su He raised his voice and called again, but suddenly there was a loud thud from inside the room, followed by silence once more.

Startled, Su He suddenly remembered that Sheng Jingyu was still recovering from a car accident. Could it be that some symptoms had flared up and he had fainted?

Without thinking, he quickly pushed the door open and rushed in: “Sheng…!”

Halfway through his words, there was a loud bang…

Su He ran straight into the cabinet door that was open in mid-air.

Sheng Jingyu only heard a loud noise. His hand, which was closing the cabinet door, froze in mid-air. When he looked down, he saw a person crouching on the ground.

It was quite a coincidence. He had just come out of the nearby bathroom, opened the cabinet door to grab something, and because the cabinet was too close to the room door, there was no time to stop, leading to this unfortunate incident.

Sheng Jingyu still had droplets of water on his face, and he hadn’t expected this at all. Looking at Su He crouched on the ground, clutching his nose tightly, he clicked his tongue: “What’s the rush?”

Su He’s nose felt sore, and he couldn’t make a sound for a long time.

After enduring the unbearable pain, he finally spoke, his voice muffled and nasal: “Dr. Gu is here. I called at the door, but no one answered. I was afraid you were sick, had a fever, and passed out.”

Sheng Jingyu paused noticeably.

Then he said, “Afraid I’d die and you’d be in trouble?”

His words were sharp and aimed at everyone, including himself.

Even though his words were harsh and ill-intentioned, he threw down what he was holding, bent down, and pulled Su He’s hand away from his nose, his tone unfriendly: “Alright, let me see. If it’s broken, let Gu Ming treat it.”

Su He’s hand was pulled away, and his chin was lifted.

Sheng Jingyu took a close look, and there was no bleeding. The little face was pale, with furrowed brows and a red nose, resembling a little reindeer from Santa Claus.

However, the cool, transparent liquid on his fingertips was…

Tears!?

Sheng Jingyu paused, rubbing his fingers together, feeling as if the moisture was burning his hand. He awkwardly said, “You!… Why are you crying?”

“I’m not. It’s just an uncontrollable physiological reaction.” Su He’s voice was even more nasal.

Sheng Jingyu clicked his tongue in annoyance, turned to grab tissues from the box, but was a bit flustered, instinctively using his injured hand.

The piercing pain from exerting force shot through his nerves, causing him to inhale sharply and curse.

Once he recovered, Sheng Jingyu switched to his left hand, pulled out a tissue, and handed it to Su He.

He didn’t forget to grumble disdainfully: “So delicate.”

Su He took the tissue, wiped away his tears, sniffled, and suddenly said, “You won’t die. Even if you have a fever, you won’t die. At most, you’ll pass out for a while, and if you’re sent to the hospital in time, you’ll be fine.”

Sheng Jingyu’s expression was visibly surprised, and when he realized Su He was responding to his earlier “in trouble” comment, his face turned cold.

The atmosphere froze like solidified lime, and the room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“You better hide your tail before I die, or I’ll show you the consequences.”

With that, Sheng Jingyu slammed the door and left without looking back.

Su He stood there, bewildered. He was just telling the young master not to worry about dying from a fever, so why did he suddenly get angry?

In the living room.

The previously busy servants had long finished their work and left early, leaving the large space quiet.

Seeing Sheng Jingyu come down, Assistant Fang approached and spoke with him in a low voice.

Gu Ming, meanwhile, was preparing medical supplies and briefly explained Sheng Jingyu’s injuries to Su He.

He half-jokingly said, “The fractures and bone cracks from the car accident are the least of his injuries. The brain injury will affect emotional control, and he also has post-concussion syndrome and localized reflex disorders. In short, his brain is messed up.”

Su He nodded earnestly, though he only half understood.

S037 approached Su He, its camera detecting his unusual emotions, and asked worriedly in a small voice, “Su He, why are your eyes red? Did the young master scold you?”

“No, it’s just a little accident. I’m fine.” Su He explained to S037 in a low voice, then went to the bathroom to wash his face.

S037 followed him, comforting him, “Don’t take his words to heart, okay? Don’t be upset because of this.”

Su He smiled, “I know. Didn’t Dr. Gu say his brain is just messed up?”

Over there, the “brain-messed-up” Sheng Jingyu lay with his eyes closed under the instrument, and Gu Ming performed the usual procedures. But to his surprise, the assistant he brought along wasn’t much needed.

The pretty young master from the Su family looked like someone who couldn’t lift a finger, like a young master who never touched spring water with his ten fingers. Yet, when he worked, he was meticulous to the point of being astonishing.

Su He first reported to Gu Ming what Sheng Jingyu drank at last night’s banquet, then fetched medicine and warm water, setting up a seat for Gu Ming.

Not only that, but he also placed items where they were more convenient for Sheng Jingyu’s left hand to reach and opened things that required both hands in advance.

He was even more considerate than Gu Ming, who understood the condition, as if he were familiar with the habits of a left-handed person.

Such meticulousness was truly shocking, almost as if he were deliberately trying to please.

In truth, Su He hadn’t thought that far. He was able to do this purely because he himself was accustomed to using his left hand, so he understood the habits of a left-handed person better.

Gu Ming had been puzzled as to why Sheng Jingyu was quieter and more cooperative than usual today, but now he finally realized.

This new assistant, though silent on the surface, had made things much easier for Sheng Jingyu with his thoroughness, almost making them forget that Sheng Jingyu was still a right-handed, semi-disabled patient.

Sheng Jingyu’s post-concussion syndrome could trigger headaches and irritability. At this moment, he was leaning back against a pillow, frowning slightly, his head covered with acupuncture needles that Gu Ming had just inserted.

Seeing that they had finished, Su He walked over with a prepared notebook, asking Gu Ming in detail about the treatment plan and schedule, looking every bit the professional life assistant.

While packing up the equipment, Gu Ming engaged in a low conversation with him, and after talking for a while, he inevitably got thirsty.

Noticing him looking for water, Su He promptly handed over a cup of tea: “Dr. Gu, it’s brewed by Sister Ling.”

“Oh, there’s even a cup for me?” Gu Ming smiled and accepted it.

He glanced at the notebook in Su He’s hand, noting the serious content, and teased with an ambiguous tone, “Assistant Su is really dedicated. It seems Uncle Sheng chose the right person. You’re quite competent.”

Assistant Su himself didn’t dare to laugh. He glanced at Sheng Jingyu, thinking Dr. Gu really knew how to hit a sore spot.

Sheng Jingyu neither spoke nor moved, only letting out a disdainful snort.

He knew Su He’s true nature, so the more Su He pretended to please him on the surface, the more absurd he found it. He wanted to tear apart this facade of calm and face Su He head-on, rather than this false pretense.

But now wasn’t the time.

In the afternoon, after finishing the treatment, Sheng Jingyu left Su He behind and hurried out again.

The night in Guangzhou carried a touch of old commercial port charm, and at this time, the Pingcheng Clubhouse in the Haijin District of the eastern city was filled with the elite.

Giant fireworks occasionally lit up the sky, exploding with music in the distance. Luxury cars lined up at the entrance, headlights and exhaust trailing in, all here for the Sheng family’s banquet.

Whenever the Sheng family hosted a banquet, it stirred half the city. Members of the trade association, white-collar workers from customs… and some big shots whose names were hard to recall.

Director Sheng hosted the banquet to welcome Sheng Jingyu, with two main purposes: to inform everyone that the Sheng family’s future successor had returned, signaling to the entire Guangzhou, and to urge Sheng Jingyu to settle down and take over the company.

As the protagonist of the banquet, Sheng Jingyu had to attend and mingle.

On either side of him were Gu Ming and Yan Yichen, both encountered at the entrance. One, from a family in the medical equipment business, became a doctor, and the other, the youngest son of a former gambling king, opened an entertainment hall, both in a way professionally aligned.

Only Sheng Jingyu left the family business to play racing, and now he was finally caught back to work.

Gu Ming watched him drink one glass after another, internally disapproving but helpless. His advice to rest well and avoid fatigue was simply nonsense.

Sheng Jingyu’s social engagements were one after another, his injured joints numbed with injections, his energy sustained by medication to maintain appearances.

Director Sheng was known for his kindness and courtesy, a common perception. This young father even found someone to assist his injured son, a testament to his care, yet he didn’t reduce Sheng Jingyu’s social obligations or spare him from holding a wine glass and mingling.

The banquet hall was lively with clinking glasses.

Feeling irritable in the crowd, Sheng Jingyu seized the opportunity when Yan Yichen suggested going to the smoking area to satisfy his craving. He informed Gu Ming and followed Yan Yichen out.

“What kind of person did Uncle Sheng find to watch over you? Have you found out his background?” Yan Yichen asked.

“Su Chengguo’s son from Jialai Real Estate, Su He.”

“It’s him, the ‘thorny rose’?”

Sheng Jingyu turned to look at Yan Yichen, his brows furrowed: “What ‘thorny rose’?”

What kind of ridiculous nickname is that?

Yan Yichen shrugged: “You just returned, so you don’t know. A few days ago, that lecher Zheng San tried to get him into bed, supposedly because he’s not Su Chengguo’s biological son, and now the Su family doesn’t want to support him anymore.”

“So?” Sheng Jingyu prompted him to get to the point.

“So Zheng San didn’t succeed. This young master Su put on quite a show, causing a big uproar, and Zheng San got beaten up so badly he’s still in the hospital, while he himself got away unscathed.”

Yan Yichen’s expression was full of admiration. He pulled out his phone, randomly opened a post from his social circle, and showed it to Sheng Jingyu. The picture was of Su He drenched in red wine.

“Look, this incident has spread in the social circle. I don’t know who gave him this nickname, but it’s quite fitting.”

Sheng Jingyu looked down at the picture. The photo was blurry, but precisely because of that, the vague face appeared even more stunning.

He pondered silently, feeling like it was just right.

The rumored Su He matched perfectly with what he had read in the book, a snake-like beauty who could play people like a fiddle.