My Wife Is a Superstar novel Chapter 370

Nobody dared say another word.

The whole ward fell into dead silence until Nan Chen’s phone vibrated. He walked over to the window and picked up the call. “Yes, Grandpa?” It seemed like Nan Zhengde had received news about what happened. “Don’t worry, Grandpa. I know what I’m doing.”

Nan Chen’s face hardened as he ended the brief call.

Not long after he hung up, Ning Ran’s phone beeped as well. It was a message from Jiang Zhe.

She took a cursory look at his wordy message. In short, a high-ranking official had come from the capital to inspect the corporation.

But Nan Chen left hurriedly when he got the news that she was rushed to the hospital.

And the key leaders of the city who were with the high-ranking official were getting worried. That was why they even called up Nan Zhengde.

However, the old man had gone to Yunfeng Temple to pray and was not at home, so all he could do was to call his grandson.

But Jiang Zhe knew Nan Chen’s temperament. He did not like people telling him what to do.

So he texted Ning Ran, hoping that she could persuade him to go back and attend to the official and other leaders who came to the company.

After all, things were always tricky when it came to politics. The Nan family was a wealthy family who owned an illustrious corporation. To some extent, it would be wise to maintain a good relationship with the politicians. That was why Jiang Zhe hoped Ning Ran could ask Nan Chen to go back.

She rolled her eyes at his message and put her phone aside. What can I do? It’s not like I can make him go back.

But she knew Nan Chen could not risk offending the higher-ups. There would be unbearable consequences.

She had to at least try dissuading him from staying back. Who knows he might actually listen?

Ning Ran cleared her throat and trod carefully. “I think I’m feeling much better. Why not you go back first?”

But her words fell to deaf ears. In fact, Nan Chen did not even respond to her. He acted as if he did not hear anything at all.

I knew it! This Poker Face is always like this!

Ning Ran glared at Nan Chen as she pouted her lips in dissatisfaction. But she quickly put up a serious face when she saw the director scrambled up the door from the corner of her eyes. It was the same director who solicited her help on behalf of his nephew.

“Sorry I’m late, Mr. Chen,” he said as he panted.

Nan Chen waved his hand dismissively. “It’s fine. What’s the result?”

“We have confirmed it’s a type of poison called…”

“Just tell me if it’s food poisoning or someone did it on purpose.” Nan Chen cut him off abruptly and asked impatiently.

“From the looks of it, it seems like someone poisoned her,” the director reported honestly.

Nan Chen shot a death glare at Wang Xiaoou. “And none of you took any precautions?”

The manager sat up straight and held her breath at Nan Chen’s overbearing tone. She knew she had to give him a satisfactory answer.

“We took meticulous care of every single detail. In fact, everything was in our control—except for one.”

Nan Chen’s brows furrowed as his glare intensified, anticipating an answer.

“The drinks are all sponsored. The people in charge of the program requested us to only take drinks from that particular brand.”

“Can’t you bring her a thermos flask?” Nan Chen questioned.

“I did. But the production crew wanted a shot of the celebrities drinking the sponsored drinks.” Wang Xiaoou was trying her best to explain that what happened was unavoidable.

But clearly, the man was not buying it. “So you’re saying y’all bear no responsibility for what happened?”

Wang Xiaoou fidgeted her fingers in panic and her gaze wandered helplessly. “I mean, yes, of course, we are responsible for it…”

“Then make sure you do a thorough investigation and give me a full account of everything that happened.”

“Yes, Mr. Chen.” She picked up her things and rushed out of the ward immediately after receiving new orders.

Seeing Wang Xiaoou caught in a difficult situation, the director interjected the conversation. “Mr. Chen, the poisoning is not severe. It will only cause some temporary anemia-like symptoms, so Ms. Ding will be well in no time.”

“I see,” Nan Chen replied tersely and ended the conversation.

But the director stood there without any intention of leaving.

“Anything else?” Nan Chen asked.

“Oh, em, nothing else. I was just wondering if you’d like to have some coffee?” the director inquired.

But Nan Chen was not in the mood for coffee and he waved his hand dismissively. “No, I’m good. If there’s nothing else, please excuse us.”

Did he just ask me to shut up? I can’t believe I have to put up with this attitude because of Jiang Zhe.

Fine, you’re the one who asked for it. Don’t blame me later on.