Xu Zhuo suddenly panicked, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. He was bold and thick-skinned, but he couldn't stand tears, especially from the high and mighty General Du.
Why did he suddenly cry? He was both embarrassed and at a loss. He stammered, "General Du, is the wound very painful? Let's go to the hospital and get it bandaged."
Du Ziyu shuddered, trying to suppress himself, but still couldn't stop crying. He heard Xu Zhuo's words but just shook his head.
Xu Zhuo had to find something to do, and when he saw a clean tissue on the table, he grabbed it as if it were a lifesaver and tried to hand it to Du Ziyu. But the teary-eyed Du General did not take it.
At this point, Xu Zhuo was really flustered. He didn't know how much water had gotten into his head, and he actually took the tissue and gently wiped the tears from Du Ziyu's face, clumsily wiping the water stains from his cheeks.
Du Ziyu looked at him as he lifted his wet eyelashes, but Xu Zhuo didn't notice his gaze. His peripheral vision caught a glimpse of the bloody wound on his palm. Xu Zhuo's heart skipped a beat and he quickly urged, "General Du, we can't wait any longer. Let's go to the hospital!"
Du Ziyu shook his head again and choked out, "I...” Xu Zhuo leaned in closer and strained to hear a few words, "...I'll go back... to my private..."
Xu Zhuo felt that he deserved the highest award, named "Du General's Mind Reader," in recognition of his ability to understand General Du's complex thoughts from his words and subtle facial expressions.
"Should I have your driver come over first?" Xu Zhuo asked in a soft voice, like handling a delicate vase.
Du Ziyu nodded and then used his elbow to push the phone on the table toward Xu Zhuo.
Xu Zhuo was pleasantly surprised. This was the mobile phone carried by the big boss Du! Who knows how many millions of contacts were hidden inside!
He quickly unlocked the phone and sent a message to the driver using Du Ziyu's tone. The driver promptly replied, indicating his imminent arrival. "Shall we go now?" he asked again.
Du Ziyu finally nodded. He struggled to stand up, but his legs gave way and he almost fell. Xu Zhuo swiftly reached out to support him, avoiding his injured hand. Du Ziyu awkwardly leaned against Xu Zhuo's chest, his ears turning red.
Xu Zhuo focused on maintaining their balance and didn't notice the change in him. He asked, "Can you walk?"
Du Ziyu took a few tentative steps, finally regaining some strength. He whispered as he left Xu Zhuo's embrace, "Tissue."
Understanding, Xu Zhuo handed him another tissue and, considering his injured hand, proceeded to gently wipe away the sweat and tears from his face. As they became more familiar with each other, Du Ziyu didn't refuse and closed his eyes, losing his usual chilliness and looking unusually obedient. His damp eyelashes quivered slightly, as if sweeping across Xu Zhuo's heart, causing a tickling sensation.
Shaking his head to dispel this inexplicable thought, Xu Zhuo carefully moved aside the stray hairs stuck to his face and straightened his suit and tie.
"Alright," he finally nodded in satisfaction. Although the corners of Du Ziyu's eyes and nose were still slightly red, they were unable to see his previously disheveled appearance. He then opened a packet of sterile wet wipes and said, "Hand."
Du Ziyu hesitated and extended his injured left hand. His wound was still bleeding, and his whole arm was trembling slightly.
He seemed to be afraid of pain, thought Xu Zhuo, and gently wrapped the handkerchief around the wound, asking softly, "Is it too tight?"
Du Ziyu shook his head, biting his lip. Xu Zhuo tied a knot on the handkerchief, instructing him to adjust it himself: "Shall we go now?"
He pushed open the door and walked out of the private dining room, with Du Ziyu following silently behind him, concealed beneath his tall figure.
When they reached the ground floor, Ji Wenfei, who had been waiting for a long time, came to meet them. When she saw the person behind Xu Zhuo, she was surprised, thinking she must have misjudged, and strained her neck to get a better look.
Xu Zhuo immediately blocked her prying eyes, saying, "Have you received the invoice? Go back to the office. I have something to take care of."
"Xu Ge, he... isn't he?" Ji Wenfei desperately gestured to the person hiding behind Xu Zhuo.
With a stern expression, Xu Zhuo said, "Hurry back. Are you blatantly slacking off during working hours?"
He could be very intimidating when he was serious. Ji Wenfei stuck out her tongue and said, "Okay, I'll go back first. Goodbye."
The driver had driven Du Ziyu's car from Bingyou's parking lot, just a few hundred meters away, so his car was already waiting at the door. The lobby manager personally saw them off and handed the keys to Xu Zhuo.
"Mr. Xu," she asked anxiously, "how should we deal with the assailant?"
Xu Zhuo looked back at Du Ziyu in the car and found him crouched in the back seat, holding his injured hand to avoid any pressure.
After considering the situation, he said, "Report it to the police, but don't make a fuss. Tell the police that General Du has gone home to deal with the injury. If there are any issues, they can call. Do we have surveillance footage?"
The lobby manager nodded and said, "The corridor camera is conveniently located opposite the private dining room."
"Alright, then. Please cooperate with the police in whatever they need," he instructed. Then, after a pause, he added, "If you need to contact General Du, call me directly." The Light Snack Pavilion only had his number, not Du Ziyu's.
After instructing the follow-up arrangements, he got into the car and sat in the driver's seat. Du Ziyu's phone was still in his hand, so he reached back to wake him and unlocked the phone, calling the private doctor and instructing him to go to Du Ziyu's home. He then opened the navigation system and started the car.
Xu Zhuo gripped the steering wheel, staring at the flowing traffic on the road, and suddenly felt a sense of absurdity.
He had only known Du Ziyu for less than 30 hours since their first meeting, but during this time, he had achieved hugging, wiping tears, saving lives, becoming friends, drivers, assistants, and megaphones with him, and even had to go home together, among many other achievements. If he lived in a large strategy game, his leveling speed could be said to be unmatched.
Xu Zhuo glanced at Du Ziyu lying in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He had been through it twice and finally figured something out. Their famous Du Zong seemed to be, felt, or seemed to have a little cowardice?
Being trapped in an elevator was one thing, after all, not knowing when you could escape, and could fall into minced meat at any time. Almost being stabbed this time, a matter of life and death, it's normal to be scared, but to remain stunned for a long time, is that just being frightened to the bone?
Xu Zhuo sighed deeply in his heart. He had no problem with people being cowardly, but he had deep concerns about his own future. Twice now, he must be a thorn in Du Ziyu's side and would want to get rid of him as soon as possible...
Du Ziyu has a house in a high-end residential area near Bingyou, a well-known gathering place for celebrities and tycoons in the city. Xu Zhuo drove the car into the garage of the villa, and the gate opened. A woman wearing an apron came out of the house and was surprised to see a stranger in the driver's seat.
Xu Zhuo took the key out of the car and smiled at her, then opened the back door.
Du Ziyu had already sat up and was preparing to get out of the car, but because he couldn't maintain balance with his hands, he fell back into his seat before he could get out of the car.
"Be careful." Xu Zhuo immediately reached out to help him, but as soon as he touched his elbow, he was pushed away, accompanied by a fierce glare.