Chapter 298 If it happens again, it won’t be your fingers that are broken

Wang Zhiqiang's screams were particularly harsh in the deserted winter streets.

Jiang Chenyu released his wrist, pulled out a dark blue handkerchief from his suit pocket, and wiped his hands slowly, as if he had just touched something dirty.

"If it happens again," he said softly, but it made Wang Zhiqiang tremble all over, "it won't just be your fingers that are broken."

Fu Linghe had already dialed the number, his voice as cold as ice, "Go to Sweet Dessert Shop within three minutes and clean up the garbage."

He hung up the phone and looked coldly at Wang Zhiqiang, who was slumped on the ground. "Your eyesight needs to be cured. Can you afford to offend my wife?"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, three black Land Rovers came speeding over, their tires making a screeching sound as they scraped against the icy road.

Twelve bodyguards in black tactical uniforms and sunglasses quickly got out of the car and bowed in unison. "Mr. Fu."

The leading bodyguard captain kicked Wang Zhiqiang on the back, stepped on him on the ice, pulled out a nylon tie from his waist, and tied Wang Zhiqiang's hands behind his back in a few seconds.

Before Wang Zhiqiang could even let out a pig-slaughtering scream, his mouth was sealed with a piece of black tape.

Fu Linghe glanced at Yun Ruzhu who was about to run away, and the bodyguard understood and immediately stepped forward to hold her down.

Yun Ruzhu didn't even have the chance to beg for mercy before she was tied up and held down.

"Clean it up." Fu Linghe didn't even bother to give Yun Zheng a glance and turned to walk towards her.

Cen Lian was so frightened by the scene that he took a step back, but accidentally stepped on the icy road and twisted his ankle - "Be careful!"

Jiang Chenyu reacted very quickly and stretched out his long arms to hold her waist.

Cen Lian'an fell into his arms, his nose rubbed against his cashmere scarf, and he smelled the faint scent of cedar.

She hurriedly tried to steady herself, but felt a sharp pain in her right ankle.

"Don't move." Jiang Chenyu frowned, knelt on one knee, and gently grasped her slender ankle with his slender fingers.

His palms were warm, and Cen Lian could feel the scorching temperature even through his thick winter socks.

"It's dislocated." He looked up at Cen Lian, the sunlight casting tiny golden shadows on his eyelashes. "Can you bear it?"

Cen Lian nodded, but the tips of his ears turned red.

Jiang Chenyu's examination was surprisingly professional, from the ankle to the calf, and finally pressing her kneecap.

His fingertips seemed to carry electricity, causing tiny shudders wherever they touched.

"Ah!" When his thumb pressed a certain position, Cen Lian couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"It's connected, but the strain is quite severe." Jiang Chenyu made a judgment and turned to Fu Linghe, "It needs to be iced."

Yun Zheng's eyes suddenly lit up. "Can we go to the medicinal spring? Fu Linghe, didn't you take me to that private hot spring last time I sprained my ankle?"

She tugged at Fu Linghe's sleeve and said, "I remember you said that the medicinal spring is most effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis."

Fu Linghe raised his eyebrows, "Now?"

Yun Zheng nodded gently, "Yes, I'll go right away!"

After she finished speaking, she stood on tiptoe and whispered something into Fu Linghe's ear.

A doting smile immediately appeared on Fu Linghe's lips. "You said it! Don't regret it!"

Yun Zheng nodded like crazy!

Fu Linghe glanced at Jiang Chenyu and said, "Let's go to the hot spring villa."

Jiang Chenyu had already stood up and gathered Cen Lian'an's scattered scarf. "Can you walk?"

He asked softly, as if giving her the right to choose. Cen Lian tried to take a step, but gasped in pain.

Yun Zheng was still watching the interaction between the two people, and the next second, the world spun around.

Fu Linghe had already picked up Yun Zheng and was striding towards his black Cullinan.

Yun Zheng screamed, clutching the man's collar tightly, "Fu Linghe, what are you doing! Put me down!"

"Save time." Fu Linghe remained calm and lowered his head to say something in her ear. Yun Zheng immediately calmed down, but her ears were red as if bleeding.

Cen Lian was stunned and suddenly felt a tightness around his waist.

Jiang Chenyu's arms were firmly wrapped around her back and knees, and his voice was filled with restrained apology. "I'm sorry."

The moment his body was in the air, Cen Lian subconsciously grabbed the front of his suit.

Jiang Chenyu's embrace was firmer and warmer than I had imagined. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest through the clothes.

The comfortable cedar scent on his body enveloped her completely, making her forget to breathe for a moment.

"I... I'm very heavy, right?" Cen Lian asked in a low voice, his fingers unconsciously twisting his tie.

Jiang Chenyu looked down at her, his lips curled up in an almost invisible arc, "As light as a feather. I wanted to say it last time."

His breath brushed against the strands of hair on her forehead. "Hold tight."

The convoy sped along the winding mountain road, and the snowy scene outside the window rapidly receded.

Cen Lian was placed in the back seat of Jiang Chenyu's Lamborghini, with his injured ankle resting on a cushion made from a scarf that Jiang Chenyu had improvised.

In another car, Fu Linghe was on the phone, "Please prepare two sets of bathrobes for Madam."

"Ms. Cen, should I get the same size as you?" Fu Linghe turned his head to look at Yun Zheng and asked softly.

Yun Zheng nodded hurriedly.

"Just make it the same size as your wife's, and have the kitchen cook some medicinal food to invigorate the blood and replenish the qi."

Yun Zheng leaned over to her phone and added, "I want some osmanthus wine! The same kind as last time!"

Fu Linghe pinched her cheek helplessly, "The injured can't drink."

"Then don't give it to An An!" Yun Zheng said confidently, "I need to calm down!"

Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng helplessly and lovingly, shaking his head, "Just prepare as Madam ordered."

Cen Lian looked out the car window and saw a Chinese-style courtyard building appearing halfway up the mountain. Its green tiles and white walls were particularly eye-catching in the snow.

When the motorcade entered the courtyard, the butler and servants were already waiting in line.

As soon as the car stopped, Fu Linghe pushed the door and got out, walked around to the passenger seat and picked up Yun Zheng.

Yun Zheng didn't struggle this time. She just buried her face in his shoulder and muttered softly, "So many people are watching..."

"Who's looking?" Fu Linghe looked around, and the servants all lowered their heads.

He hummed a satisfied hum and strode towards the main house.

Jiang Chenyu walked around to Cen Lian'an, opened the car door, bent down and asked, "You can't leave, right?"

Cen Lian tried it, and the stinging pain in her ankle made her frown.

Before she could answer, Jiang Chenyu leaned over and picked her up: "Don't force it."

Only when he passed through the corridor did Cen Lian see the entire picture of the hot spring villa.

In the center of the courtyard is a steaming open-air hot spring pool, surrounded by natural stone and dotted with stone lanterns.

The main house is a typical Chinese-style building, with exquisite paintings of flowers of the four seasons on the sliding doors.

"Mr. Jiang, your room is between Maple and Cherry Blossom." The housekeeper led the way respectfully. "Ms. Cen's room is next door between Sakura and Maple Blossom."

Jiang Chenyu nodded in thanks, but then carried Cen Lian'an straight to the independent bathhouse behind the main house, "Let's take care of the injuries first."

The bathhouse is more private than you might imagine. There is a circular bath in the center of the wooden octagonal pavilion, with a few cherry blossoms floating on the water.

Jiang Chenyu carefully placed Cen Li'an on the rattan chair by the pool and knelt on one knee to help her take off her shoes.

"I'll do it myself..." Cen Lian hurriedly tried to stop him, but was gently pushed away by him.

"I'm a professional." Jiang Chenyu pulled out a medicine box from nowhere and expertly sprayed the painkiller spray on the patient. "Apply a cold compress for twenty minutes, then soak in the hot spring."

He looked up at her, his obsidian eyes reflecting watery light. "Just tell me if it hurts."

Cen Lian pursed his lips and nodded.

Jiang Chenyu's fingers gently massaged her ankles with surprisingly precise strength.

In the mist, the lines of his profile were particularly deep, and his Adam's apple moved slightly with his breathing.

"You... often deal with this kind of injury?" Cen Lian tried to divert attention.

Jiang Chenyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, "I took a Chinese medicine massage course while in school, and I didn't expect it to come in handy now."

He suddenly increased the force on a certain acupoint, and Cen Lian was caught off guard and let out a soft groan.

"pain?"

"No...no." Cen Lian's ears felt hot, and the soreness and swelling strangely brought a sense of comfort.

Suddenly, Yun Zheng's voice came from outside the door, "An An! I brought you a bathrobe!"

The sliding door was pushed open with a bang, and Yun Zheng jumped in holding two sets of yukata, followed by Fu Linghe carrying a tray.

"Oh, quite professional." Fu Linghe raised an eyebrow at Jiang Chenyu's technique, "Why don't you change your career and become a physical therapist?"

Jiang Chenyu didn't even raise his head, "It's better than you just throwing your sister-in-law into the hot spring."

Yun Zheng had already squatted down beside Cen Lian'an, "How is it? Does it still hurt?"

She glanced at Cen Li'an's red ears and suddenly smiled mischievously, "It seems that Doctor Jiang is more effective than hot springs~"

"Yun Zheng!" Cen Lian covered her mouth in embarrassment.

Fu Linghe put down the tray with four cups of steaming ginger tea on it. "Drink some to ward off the cold first."

He handed Cen Lian'an a cup of specially brewed wine, "Added blood-activating herbs, drink it while it's hot."

"Thank you." Cen Lian took it and thanked him politely.

Jiang Chenyu finally finished the massage and wiped his hands with a hot towel. "You can soak now. The water temperature should not exceed 40 degrees. Fifteen minutes is enough."

"I know, Doctor Jiang!" Yun Zheng smiled and helped Cen Lian up. "Come on, An An, I'll take you to take a bath!"

"What are you doing here?" Fu Linghe suddenly grabbed her by the collar and said, "Madam, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

Yun Zheng struggled for a moment, but was held in the man's arms. He lowered his voice and reminded her, "A mandarin duck bath, you said it!"

Fu Linghe stood up without changing his expression, "Miss Cen needs to rest, don't join in the fun!"

He put his arm around Yun Zheng's waist without giving her permission and winked at Jiang Chenyu, "Use the medicinal spring. The water there is shallow and suitable for healing."

Jiang Chenyu nodded and turned to Cen Lian, "If you need me..."

"I can do it myself!" Cen Lian waved his hands hurriedly, almost spilling the ginger tea.

Yun Zheng was still protesting when Fu Linghe dragged her away, "Fu Linghe, put me down, I don't want to go with you..."

She's not stupid. Could the bath Fu Linghe was talking about be a proper bath?

The room suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Chenyu coughed lightly and said, "I'll wait for you outside. Put on the bathrobe that my sister-in-law gave you just now. If you need anything, press the call button on the wall."

When he turned around, Cen Lian noticed that the back of his neck was slightly red.

When I opened the glass door of the hot spring, steam hit me in the face.

Cen Lian carefully immersed his injured foot in the water and sighed with comfort.

The water was smoother than she had imagined, with a faint smell of sulfur.

She was just closing her eyes and enjoying herself when she suddenly heard the sound of the door sliding open.

Jiang Chenyu's voice came through the mist, "Do you need help?"

Cen Li'an hurriedly retreated into the water, "No... no need!"

"Just delivering the medicine." Jiang Chenyu appeared behind the screen. He bent down and placed the basket in his hand onto the floating platform in the water.