My whirlwind marriage partner is a wealthy CEO

Chapter 161 I'll help you to the restroom

Zhu Ziqing bit her lip, a blush rising to her cheeks, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "I...I want to go to the restroom."

Tan Haoyu raised an eyebrow and said calmly, "I'll carry you."

"No need!" Zhu Ziqing blurted out, her face instantly turning bright red.

"I...I can ask the nurse for help."

Tan Haoyu had already stood up, and without saying a word, bent down and picked her up in his arms.

"Don't be stubborn." His voice was deep and firm, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

Zhu Ziqing gasped and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

The distance between them instantly closed, and she could even feel his warm breath brushing against her cheek.

Her heart suddenly raced, her face flushed even more, and she quickly let go, trying to create some distance.

"Don't move around," Tan Haoyu warned in a low voice, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Zhu Ziqing accidentally aggravated the wound on her leg due to her large movements, causing her to wince in pain and gasp for breath.

Tan Haoyu's eyes instantly tensed up, and he stopped in his tracks.

"Did you aggravate the wound?" His voice carried a hint of anxiety.

Zhu Ziqing bit her lip, nodded, and said weakly, "It hurts a little..."

Tan Haoyu frowned even more, his tone reproachful: "I told you not to move around, why don't you ever listen?"

Although his voice was stern, his movements were exceptionally gentle, as if he were afraid of hurting her.

After entering the restroom, Tan Haoyu gently put her down and then reached out to unbutton her pants.

Zhu Ziqing panicked immediately and grabbed his hand, her voice filled with panic: "What...what are you doing?"

Tan Haoyu's face was serious, and his tone was calm: "I'll help you take off your pants. Aren't you having trouble?"

Zhu Ziqing's face instantly turned as red as a ripe apple, and her voice rose eight octaves: "No need! I can do it myself!"

She felt a wave of despair wash over her. Did this man even know what it meant to be shy?

She's a girl, this situation is so awkward!

Tan Haoyu frowned, but his tone remained calm: "I just wanted to help, I didn't mean anything by it."

"I know!" Zhu Ziqing was almost going crazy. "But I can handle this myself. You...you go out first!"

Tan Haoyu glanced at her, and seeing her resolute attitude, finally nodded: "Okay, call me if you need anything."

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Zhu Ziqing leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, but her heart remained unsettled for a long time.

She suddenly realized that her dependence on him seemed to be deeper than she had imagined.

Zhu Ziqing breathed a sigh of relief, but her mind was still in turmoil.

She quickly resolved the problem, then softly called out, "Tan Haoyu..."

The door was immediately pushed open, and Tan Haoyu walked in, gently picking her up in his arms.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was low and tinged with concern.

Zhu Ziqing shook her head, her voice barely audible: "Much better..."

Back in the ward, Tan Haoyu gently placed her on the bed and reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Are you still dizzy?" he asked gently, his eyes full of tenderness.

Zhu Ziqing nodded, her voice weak: "A little, but not serious."

Tan Haoyu frowned slightly, his tone carrying a hint of reproach: "You're always like this, you don't know how to take care of yourself."

He paused, then continued, "Eat something first, then rest for a while."

Zhu Ziqing nodded obediently, a warm feeling welling up inside her.

She knew that although he always had a cold face, he cared about her more than anyone else.

Tan Haoyu sat on the edge of the bed, his voice low: "The doctor said your leg needs to rest for a while. Fortunately, no bone was broken."

A flicker of lingering fear crossed his eyes. "If I had been a little faster, you wouldn't have gotten hurt."

Zhu Ziqing shook her head and said softly, "It's not your fault, it was my own carelessness."

Tan Haoyu frowned even more, his tone tinged with self-reproach: "No, it's my fault for not protecting you."

The image of the car accident flashed through his mind again, and a sharp pain shot through his heart.

He secretly vowed never to let her suffer any harm again.

After eating, Zhu Ziqing gradually felt sleepy, and her eyelids began to droop.

Tan Haoyu gently tucked her in and whispered, "Go to sleep. I'll stay here with you."

Zhu Ziqing nodded and slowly closed her eyes.

Tan Haoyu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her with deep eyes, but his heart was still unsettled.

He knew that there was more to the story than met the eye in this car accident.

And he would never let anyone hurt her.

The ward fell silent, with only Zhu Ziqing's even breathing remaining.

Tan Haoyu's gaze never left her.

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the ward.

Yang Piaoliang peeked out, holding a document in her hand, her expression serious.

Just as she was about to speak, Tan Haoyu raised his hand, making a shushing gesture and indicating with his eyes that she should go outside to talk.

Yang Piaoliang nodded and tiptoed out.

Tan Haoyu stood up, tucked the blanket around Zhu Ziqing, and only after confirming that she was sleeping soundly did he turn and leave the ward.

In the corridor, Yang Piaoliang lowered his voice and said, "President Tan, we've found out."

Tan Haoyu's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his voice was low: "Speak."

“It was Wan Qingsha.” Yang Piaoliang’s voice carried a hint of anger. “He had someone tamper with it; the brakes of that small truck were deliberately sabotaged.”

Tan Haoyu frowned slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes: "Is the target me?"

Yang Piaoliang nodded: "That's right, his target is you, not your wife."

Tan Haoyu's lips curled into a cold smile, his tone icy: "It seems he's tired of living."

Yang Piaoliang hesitated for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Should we call the police? We've already collected almost all the evidence."

Tan Haoyu shook his head, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Calling the police? That's too easy on him."

Yang Piaoliang was stunned for a moment, then understood what he meant.

She nodded, her tone firm: "I understand, Mr. Tan."

Tan Haoyu looked out the window, his voice low and cold: "Since Wan Qingsha dares to play dirty tricks, then don't blame me for being impolite."

His tone carried an undeniable decisiveness, as if he had already decided Wan Qingsha's fate.

Yang Piaoliang stood aside, feeling a chill run down her spine for Wan Qingsha.

She knew that Tan Haoyu had controlled the Sunshine Group for many years and his methods were always swift and decisive.

He might not easily resort to those "special methods" under normal circumstances, but once his bottom line is crossed, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Mr. Tan, what do you need me to do?" Yang Piaoliang asked in a low voice.

Tan Haoyu withdrew his gaze, his tone calm but carrying a hint of murderous intent: "Keep a close eye on him, don't give him a chance to play any more tricks."

"Also, prepare a 'gift' that I want to give to him personally."

Yang Piaoliang nodded, already understanding Tan Haoyu's plan.

She replied softly, "Yes, I'll take care of it right away."