Chapter 2002 - 2003: Jiang Nuan vs Fu Yi 5
Chapter 2002: Chapter 2003: Jiang Nuan vs Fu Yi 5
Sitting next to her was an attending doctor from the Provincial Hospital’s Neurology Department, a man in his forties who immediately stood up awkwardly upon hearing this and said, "Mr. Fu, why don’t you take my seat, and I’ll go to sit next to Doctor Nan."
Without a second thought, Fu Yi moved past him and headed straight for the only empty seat, "No need, I’ll just sit over there."
Jiang Nuan had just returned to the country, without any titles or connections. Normally, she wouldn’t be eligible to sit at the high table with so many leaders, but today’s gathering was mainly to welcome her, an international neurology expert. Additionally, the Provincial Hospital was eager to keep her, so exceptionally, she was seated to the right of the head of the table.
In other words, the seat Fu Yi chose was right next to hers.
As the faint scent of his cologne approached, Jiang Nuan suddenly felt hot and immediately stood up from her seat, saying, "I’m feeling a bit unwell, I’ll just go to the restroom first."
Her abrupt movement drew everyone’s attention in the private room to her.
Xu Qingrong inwardly cursed her as a vixen, thinking she was deliberately seeking presence and trying to attract Fu Yi’s attention, looking at her with disdain.
Jiang Nuan’s mind was in turmoil, not caring at all what others thought, she grabbed her bag and was about to leave.
Zhang Ke noticed she looked unwell and grabbed her arm, asking in a low voice, "What’s wrong? Are you not feeling well?"
Fu Yi’s gaze fell on his hand like a needle.
Zhang Ke felt a cold, piercing stare and looked up, meeting Fu Yi’s eyes. He was puzzled why this young director, a future mayoral candidate, was giving him such an unpleasant look.
Yet his hand instinctively let go.
Jiang Nuan, feeling chaotic inside, didn’t notice the interaction between the two men and forced a shake of her head, making up an excuse, "I’m fine, professor, I’m just going to touch up my lipstick."
Why touch up lipstick? Zhang Ke was momentarily stunned, then understood something when he looked back at the handsome future mayor, suddenly saying with realization, "Wait, let me introduce you first."
Pointing to Fu Yi, he said, "This is Director Fu, the youngest director in the construction bureau."
Then, smiling, he introduced Jiang Nuan, "Director Fu, this is Jiang Nuan, a former student of mine. She is currently doing research related to neuro-medicine abroad and published a research report on sympathetic nerves that had a significant international impact some time ago—quite a talent."
Jiang Nuan looked at the man in front of her, unsure of his thoughts. His eyes hidden behind gold-rimmed glasses seemed to carry a hint of a smile. Walking up to her, he curled his lips into a smile and extended his hand as if he didn’t know her, saying in a deep voice, "Director Zhang speaks highly of talent, so I’m sure you must be quite exceptional. Doctor Jiang, hello, nice to meet you."
"..."
Jiang Nuan stared at the hand extended in front of her. It was still so beautiful, with distinct joints. She even remembered how magical these hands were, playing piano for her, cooking for her. The only thing it had never done was to hold her hand, not even once!
Perhaps it was simply because he did not love her, so even such a simple act of holding hands was something he resisted.
She was lost in her thoughts, and it was Zhang Ke who couldn’t stand to watch anymore that pushed her lightly. She came back to reality, slowly extending her hand to meet his.
"Hello."
She thought she would touch a cool hand because he was such a cold-hearted man, his hands should be as cold as his heart.
Unexpectedly, the hands she hadn’t touched in five years, which now truly held hers, didn’t feel cold but rather slightly warm. His palm was hot and a bit moist, as if he was sweating.