Under the CEO's Command

7

Zhang Chi glanced at Gu Chen in surprise, but the latter only stared at his injured leg hanging mid-air.

"Haha, let's keep things separate. You-" Zhang Chi said, giving Shen Xian a thumbs up.

"Let's get down to business," Gu Chen, who had been silent for a while, suddenly interjected.

"Oh, right!"

Zhang Chi acknowledged and turned to pick up the iPad he had discarded earlier. "Since you've just been transferred to this position, it might take some time to adjust to working alongside the boss. I've prepared a schedule for your daily tasks; take a look."

Shen Xian looked at him questioningly, but Zhang Chi continued, "Don't worry too much. The boss has three professional secretaries as well. Just remember the tenet: think as Gu Chen thinks, worry as Gu Chen worries."

Shen Xian raised her gaze to Gu Chen. So he didn't intend for her to return to her previous role?

He had brought her here under the pretense of visiting a patient, but it was actually for work-related matters?

At that moment, Zhang Chi seemed anything but an injured patient. His energetic demeanor hinted at his mischievous nature when he was healthy.

"Enough, your tongue is more stubborn than your broken bone!"

Gu Chen playfully tapped Zhang Chi's heavily bandaged leg with his phone, a look of disdain on his face.

"Ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts."

Zhang Chi clutched his leg in agony. "I have a broken leg, not a broken mouth. I can still speak clearly. I'm just highlighting the important bits for my savior, you know. You're so hard to please - what if..."

Gu Chen shot him a glance, and Zhang Chi promptly fell silent.

Observing their interaction, Shen Xian could guess that their relationship was far from the typical boss-assistant dynamic.

She bent down to pick up the iPad and examined it. "Could you send me the files? I'd like to study them more closely back home."

"Certainly, no problem at all!"

Zhang Chi always viewed Shen Xian through the lens of a savior; he couldn't help but be delighted whenever she spoke.

While they were talking, a commotion of footsteps echoed outside, followed by the push of the hospital room door.

"Where is he, how is he? Gu Chen-"

Leading the way was a middle-aged man, dressed in expensive casual wear. His hair was meticulously groomed, and though he carried a slight paunch, signs of careful maintenance were evident.

"Uncle Three."

Gu Chen, seated at the foot of the bed, stood up to greet him upon his arrival.

"Oh my, my dear nephew, are you alright? Are you alright? As long as you're unharmed!"

As Uncle Three spoke, he approached and took hold of Gu Chen's arms with both hands, scrutinizing him from head to toe. Only when he saw that Gu Chen was uninjured did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm fine," Gu Chen replied.

Standing there, Gu Chen appeared particularly refined in front of his elder, and even - obedient.

Yes, obedient.

This seemingly ordinary term surprisingly suited the mature and refined Gu Chen.

Shen Xian was pushed aside by the trailing crowd, who seemed to be bodyguards accompanying this Uncle Gu. She retreated to a distant corner, standing silently.