247: Chapter 247 The Little Secretary - 3

Jiang Ye sighed inwardly, knowing he had no choice but to play along with this scene.

"Sprained your ankle? Is it serious? Can you walk on your own?"

"President Jiang... I... I can't seem to stand steadily."

Su Ning's small face crumpled, and she shook her head pitifully.

"But... you don't have to worry about me. I'll just rest for a bit and find a place to sit. You... you should go accompany Miss Lin to look at clothes. Don't keep them waiting."

These words highlighted her consideration for the bigger picture, practically carving the words "suffering in silence" onto her face.

"..."

Seeing her "enduring the pain" while "thinking only of others," the barrage of internal complaints in Jiang Ye's mind was about to burst the screen.

He half-crouched, slipped his right arm under Su Ning's knees, supported her back with his left hand, and with a slight effort, lifted the little actress—who weighed less than a hundred pounds—directly into his arms, letting her sit securely in the crook of his elbow.

Su Ning didn't seem to expect him to pick her up so directly; she let out an instinctive "Ah" and naturally wrapped her arms around his neck.

This scene instantly drew the attention of everyone in the store.

The Sales Clerks were so excited they nearly screamed on the spot, exchanging looks that said, "I ship it, I ship it!"

Meanwhile, Zhao Yumei, seeing Jiang Ye actually pick up that little secretary so intimately right in front of her, trembled with rage, her teeth grinding together. She desperately wanted to rush over and tear that Vixen out of her Son-in-law's arms!

Jiang Ye ignored the complex stares and strode into the Chanel store with Su Ning in his arms, carefully placing her on a sofa in the lounge area.

Then, he crouched down again, gently removed the high-heeled shoe from Su Ning's foot, grasped her ankle—covered in a thin silk stocking—and began to slowly massage it.

"Is it hurting here? Is that better?"

Su Ning lowered her head slightly, her cheeks flushed. Looking at the man half-crouched before her, focused on massaging her foot, her heart skipped a beat for some reason.

She blinked, her long lashes trembling slightly, appearing incredibly "shy."

"President Jiang... it's... it's the other foot."

Jiang Ye: "..."

Damn it! You're really playing around now, aren't you?! Is there no end to this?!

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, let go expressionlessly, switched to the other foot, removed that shoe as well, and continued massaging her ankle.

"How about now? Better?"

Feeling the warm touch on her ankle, Su Ning glanced at the surrounding gazes, her eyes darting around before she let out a soft sigh.

"President Jiang... it... it still seems to hurt a bit. I might have strained a tendon, so I'll need to take good care of it for a while... On the 14th, could you accompany me to the hospital for a thorough checkup?"

"..."

Jiang Ye was practically laughing from anger.

This woman had gone in such a huge circle just for this last sentence to be the main point.

She was seizing every opportunity to remind him not to forget the CP Event in Hall 14 on the 14th.

With this level of professional dedication, if she didn't succeed, who would?

However, to the Sales Clerks eavesdropping nearby and the fuming Zhao Yumei standing right there, Su Ning's words meant something entirely different.

The 14th? Wasn't that Valentine's Day?!

This Vixen! Her intentions were truly malicious!

She clearly wanted to completely monopolize Valentine's Day and have a private date with the Son-in-law!

This was an overt challenge to the status of the "Main Wife"!

The fury in Zhao Yumei's chest could no longer be suppressed!

She spun around, rushing over to Lin Wanxing, who had been intentionally led away by Sun Na and was pretending to look at clothes while feeling like every second was an eternity. She grabbed Lin Wanxing's arm and dragged her in front of Jiang Ye.

"Xiao Jiang! I think your secretary's foot... isn't a big deal anymore, right? Shouldn't you hurry over and take Wanxing to look at clothes?! Spending all this time looking after an outsider, what kind of behavior is that!"

She glared fiercely at Su Ning, then nudged Lin Wanxing's arm hard, her teeth clenched.

"Don't you worry! Since your secretary is so... 'exhausted,' I'll help you! TAKE! CARE! OF HER!"

Jiang Ye looked at Lin Wanxing, who had been forcibly pushed in front of him by Zhao Yumei, let go of the foot in his hand, and cleared his throat as he stood up.

"Cough... Then I..."

Before he could finish, Su Ning, seeing that her "Big Brother" had not yet agreed to the event, immediately reached out her small hand and weakly tugged at his sleeve.

"President Jiang... I... wouldn't it be bad for me to be here alone? How about... I just go back to the company first? You can just accompany me on the 14th..."

Seeing her hypocritical act, Zhao Yumei almost couldn't stop herself from shouting "Wench!" right then and there.

She nudged the frozen Lin Wanxing again, her eyes frantically signaling: It's your turn!

Lin Wanxing received her mother's nearly fire-spitting gaze and knew she had to play along now, no matter what, or else all the previous preparation would be in vain.

Suppressing an overwhelming sense of shame, she glanced at the tearful Su Ning on the sofa and said expressionlessly:

"Secretary Su, if you need to rest, you can sit here for a while. However... it is indeed quite inconvenient for you to be here. If it's nothing serious, wouldn't it be better to return to the company and handle your own affairs first?"

Hearing this, Su Ning sighed softly, her fingers loosening their grip on Jiang Ye's sleeve. She lowered her eyes, looking as if she had suffered a great injustice but was forced to endure it.

"Alright... Miss Lin is right. My being here... is indeed disturbing you both. Then... I'll leave first..."

As she spoke, she made a move to put on her shoes and stand up, but seemed to wobble—either because her ankle still "hurt" or because she was "overcome with sorrow." As she rose, her body swayed, looking as if she were about to fall weakly into Jiang Ye's arms... "Click, clack, click..."

Suddenly, a crisp and rhythmic sound came from outside the store—the sound of high heels striking hard against the marble floor.

It came from a distance, approaching at a moderate pace, yet carrying an invisible sense of pressure.