My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Rong Yan Knows, Right? Chapter 972: Chapter 972: Rong Yan Knows, Right? Fu Yi was very assertive as he spoke to her, “Your staying here wouldn’t be of any help; I might as well take you home first to avoid causing trouble for Shengxiao and Jiangjing. You don’t want to hold them back, do you?”

Shen Siyuan’s lips had turned white from biting them. “I…”

Fu Yi took her arm directly, “Alright, no more talking. I’ll take you home first. Also, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

No wonder Jiangjing had been trying to get her to understand earlier; he simply couldn’t stand Siyuan’s actions any longer. Worry about Chu Xi, who would believe such words in front of them?

She had only just met Chu Xi, and at the dinner party, Chu Xi had even put her in her place. These were events he and Jiangjing had witnessed firsthand. She had the audacity to spout such preposterous lies to their faces.

There were some things he should say to her as well, to prevent her from continuing down this path, from making one mistake after another until she did something so wrong that even as her brothers, they couldn’t fix it.

Fu Yi forcefully took Shen Siyuan away. Cui Jiangjing’s disappointment in Shen Siyuan had reached an extreme. He didn’t even bother to see them off but went to watch Li Shengxiao donating blood.

This time, Chu Xi had arterial bleeding, and Kangfei Hospital’s stock of RH-type blood was down to just one bag, which wouldn’t last long. They needed about as much blood as a saline bag to suffice.

The nurse led Li Shengxiao to the next ward, found the equipment, and plunged the needle into the man’s arm. Bright red blood began flowing down the transparent tube into a saline bag nearby.

When Cui Jiangjing entered the room, the saline bag was already one-third full.

He looked at the man sitting there, meditating in preparation for the blood draw, and, changing from his furious demeanor with Shen Siyuan, his mouth moved slightly, “Shengxiao, I’m sorry. And, thank you.”

Shen Siyuan didn’t understand, but he did.

Li Shengxiao agreed to donate blood to Chu Xi for his sake; otherwise, he believed this man would never willingly give blood just for Chu Xi.

And because of this, he felt even worse.

The distinguished man, who had been resting with his eyes closed up until that point, opened his eyes and glanced at him upon hearing his words, his tone casual as if it were no big deal, “It’s not something worth dwelling on.”

Cui Jiangjing wanted to say that it was more than just on his mind; he would remember today’s events. If Li Shengxiao ever needed his help in the future, he would go through fire and water for him. But among men, some things don’t need to be spelled out as explicitly as women do. Once Li Shengxiao said that, he changed the subject, “By the way, does Little Yan Rong know you’re out this late?”

It was already 11 p.m.; chances are they were both preparing to sleep when Li Shengxiao suddenly left, and he wondered if Little Yan Rong might worry.

If the two of them misinterpreted this situation, he would truly be devastated.

“She knows.”

“That’s good to hear.” Cui Jiangjing felt somewhat relieved, then something else came to mind, his face filled with concern, “Oh right, I think I heard someone say that Little Yan Rong’s background has been exposed. What’s that about? Have you dealt with it?”

He had overheard a conversation at the banquet, catching bits and pieces, but the speakers were just chatting casually, not very clearly, which left him all the more confused.

He had meant to check what had happened after getting back, but before he could, an emergency arose.

Now, he hadn’t had the time to find out what had occurred.