CHAPTER 822: CHAPTER 822: LET’S MEET (7)

Taking a deep breath, Wa Zicong withdrew his hand, turned his head, and said to Gu Nuan, "No matter what, I won’t give up."

Gu Nuan’s face showed no expression to his words.

Wa Zicong jumped up, suddenly slapped his chest: "Do you want me to dig out my heart for you, show it to you, let you trust me again."

Little Pudding ran over, anxiously squeezing between the two adults, shouting at Wu, "We don’t want your heart, it’s worthless!"

Gu Nuan was amused by the little one’s antics in that instant, not at all looking at someone’s increasingly dark face.

Well said, since some people’s mouths never utter a truthful word, naturally their hearts are worthless too.

Whether in business or in relationships, if there’s not even basic honesty and truth, whatever is said can only be false, and false things have no value.

Gu Nuan said, "Since Chairman Wu is temporarily on my team, I never expect Chairman Wu to perform beyond usual; I only hope Chairman Wu does his duty and doesn’t overstep my directives. If he causes me trouble—Chairman Wu, please take care of it yourself."

Such a cold tone, as if everything from the past has vanished without a trace.

Wa Zicong frowned.

Gu Nuan finished speaking, stood up, intending to return to her desk. Who knew, perhaps truly due to being too fatigued these past days, she suddenly felt a little unsteady on her feet.

As she fainted, Little Pudding screamed.

Wa Zicong reached out his arm, almost not catching her in time. When his big hand scooped up her soft body, she felt like a completely limp doll.

That moment indeed gave him quite a scare.

Zhong Qiaohui carrying freshly cooked porridge walked to the doorway, witnessing the scene, her face changed dramatically and she shouted, "Professor Tang, Professor Tang!"

Tang Sili immediately rushed out from his room.

Before long, Zhang Sanfeng heard the news, hurriedly asking the butler to push his wheelchair over.

A group of people stood at the room door.

Zhong Qiaohui held the frightened Pudding.

Qingqing’s little face showed an expression about to cry, how terrifying.

After all, they were just kids.

Zhang Sanfeng asked, "What happened?"

"I don’t know. Professor Tang is inside examining her, not letting us in to disturb." Inside, Zhong Qiaohui was all worried; she too felt Gu Nuan had pushed herself these days.

Understanding that, Gu Nuan’s current body wasn’t just her own, there was also the baby inside. One could say, such an incident was a hundred percent bound to happen.

Then, her eyes landed on Wa Zicong, present at the scene when it happened.

Wa Zicong faced the questioning looks of the group, simply saying coldly, "I love her more than anyone else, whether you believe it or not."

Zhong Qiaohui immediately sneered disdainfully.

Zhang Sanfeng spat venomously: "Mr. Wu, if it’s proven that this matter is related to you, the consequences are far more serious than you just being expelled from here."

Humph. Wa Zicong sneered and just as defiantly looked at the man in the wheelchair in front of him: "Are you helping him drive away other men? Doesn’t he find it ridiculous himself? Leaving his wife and child in danger, gallivanting around by himself—"

"You are not allowed to speak of him that way!" Zhang Sanfeng roared in anger.

Perhaps at this moment, this gentle beautiful man sitting in a wheelchair suddenly revealed some aggression inconsistent with his appearance, Wa Zicong was taken aback, then with eyes full of meaning, he temporarily remained silent.