Ivy spent a great deal of effort persuading her friend, pulling her back from the brink of death.
"Here, give me your hand."
Ivy grabbed Zhu Nan, guiding her to climb back over the railing.
Rong Jingyang's wheelchair was designed with an elevator mode. When he needed to walk or the ground was uneven, the wheelchair would transform into a robot, carrying him while providing shock absorption.
Rong Jingyang arrived at the top floor and saw Ivy struggling with Zhu Nan.
She was saved?
Although the Rong family held no shares in the J-K Hotel, Old Qin did. As long as nothing happened, everything would be fine.
"Ah—"
Just then, Ivy's ankle twisted under Zhu Nan's weight, and both of them fell to the ground.
Zhu Nan landed on top of Ivy, and Ivy's back of the head hit the concrete floor.
"Thud—"
The sound of her head hitting the ground echoed across the rooftop.
Ivy saw stars, felt nauseous, and wanted to vomit. She felt terrible.
Zhu Nan quickly scrambled up and reached out to pull Ivy, "Weiwei, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"
Ivy felt her world spinning, her face contorted in pain, "Don't, don't move—"
Zhu Nan dared not move, looking at the suffering Ivy with extreme anxiety, "Did you hit your head? Should I call for a doctor?"
Upon seeing Ivy fall, Rong Jingyang immediately sped up and came before her.
"Ivy," he called out urgently.
Seeing Rong Jingyang arrive, Zhu Nan seemed to understand, stood up, "Mr. Rong, please take care of Weiwei, I—"
Her eyes welled up with tears, knowing that such a commotion would surely be treated as a joke.
Ivy endured the pain and said considerately, "I'm fine, you can go. Be careful on your way down, don't get photographed by reporters."
Zhu Nan glanced at Ivy, then at the anxious Rong Jingyang, said, "I'll visit you another day," and quickly disappeared through the doorway.
Rong Jingyang stopped in front of Ivy and extended his hand, "Can you get up on your own?"
Ivy remained lying down, "I'm a bit dizzy, I'll be fine after a moment."
Rong Jingyang's dark eyes dimmed slightly, "Muli."
Ivy quickly stopped him, "No need, I'm alright now."
Taking Rong Jingyang's hand, she sat up, "Hiss—"
Her ankle hurt terribly, and a lump had formed.
Ivy muttered pitifully, "So unlucky, I've injured my ligament." Then she looked at Rong Jingyang, "But it should be okay, I can still walk."
With Rong Jingyang's support, she stood up.
The moment her heel touched the ground, a piercing pain shot through her brain.
Forget it, she'd just hop.
Ivy asked as she hopped, "How did you get up here? I saw you talking to them."
Rong Jingyang didn't answer her question. His gaze, however, fell upon her hopping form, and his possessiveness took over his thoughts.
He pulled her, "Don't push yourself, let Muli help you."
No!
She wanted no one but him.
Ivy refused Muli's approach, "Rong Jingyang, don't push me onto someone else. I said, I can do it."
She broke free from him and continued hopping.
Kristiano had told her not to rush, to maintain a friendship with Rong Jingyang.
So Ivy decided to return to how things were before.
Rong Jingyang: "..."
For some reason, seeing her stubborn back, the pressure around him intensified.
Ultimately, he owed her.
Rong Jingyang stepped forward, his tone cold, "Sit on my wheelchair."
Ivy let out a chuckle, her cunning eyes looking at him, "Mr. Rong, are you suggesting I sit on your lap?"
"Are you sure?"
"If this gets back to your wife, or if your wife sees it, won't she come looking for trouble with you?"