Chapter 213: What's with all the trouble I'm causing while treating your wounds?

Chapter 213: What's with all the trouble I'm causing while treating your wounds?

Wen Jin also looked focused when she was on the phone with An Yu.

Even Fu Yanjing didn't know when he stopped the car.

The car stopped next to a pharmacy, and a moment later, Fu Yanjing came over carrying a transparent bag.

The call had just ended.

Fu Yanjing opened the passenger door.

Wen Jin also subconsciously turned to look at him, "You want to come in from here?"

Fu Yanjing bent down, half-squatting on the ground, looking up at Wen Jinye.

Under Wen Jin's bewildered gaze, his broad palm gently pinched that slender ankle.

Wen Jin's trouser leg was lifted up by his fingertips.

The wound stood out starkly on her fair calf, and it was still bleeding.

Fu Yanjing took out hydrogen peroxide and iodine swabs from the bag in an orderly manner, her movements gentle and soft.

"You've already forgotten the pain before your wound has even healed?"

Wen Jin only realized this belatedly.

But it's not like I've completely forgotten.

The moment hydrogen peroxide touches the wound.

Wen Jin flinched in pain, instinctively pulling her leg back.

Fu Yanjing firmly held her ankle down.

"We're treating your wound, don't hide."

He carefully wiped the dried bloodstains on his legs with gauze soaked in hydrogen peroxide.

Her eyes and brows were gentle yet earnest.

Fu Yanjing had such tender moments in the past as well.

Wen Jin also has a harmonious and close relationship with the nanny at Xishan Mansion, and often helps the nanny with chores at home.

Sometimes, what you try to help can backfire.

While helping the nanny carve fruit for a platter, I cut my finger with the tip of the knife.

Blood beads seeped out and dripped down.

The nanny was so anxious that she immediately went to look for the medicine box.

Fu Yanjing returned at this time.

She arrived in a hurry, still wearing her oversized trench coat, took the medicine box from the nanny, and went straight to the kitchen.

Wen Jin was never surprised by such minor injuries.

When she was at her uncle's house, sometimes her aunt would push her against the wall and she would faint briefly, but no one would care.

After waking up, she did her laundry and homework as usual.

Letting the bulge at the back of your head make it look even rounder when you tie your hair in a ponytail.

When An Yu learned about this, she was torn between feeling sorry for him and finding it funny. She wiped her nose with a tissue while crying, and said, "So, according to you, is there any hope for the back of my head?"

"Teacher, isn't there a less sinister way?"

Seeing the blood droplets forming a line, Wen Jin calmly turned on the purified water tap to rinse.

Until a hand with distinct knuckles reached out from behind, wrapped around her waist, and turned the faucet on.

The rushing water stopped abruptly.

In the silence, the breath brushing against my ear became clear.

Wen Jin was also stunned for a moment. The familiar scent lingered in her nose, and she felt the warmth of the chest behind her.

He turned around excitedly.

The next second, the man picked her up and lifted her onto the table.

With her legs dangling in the air, her gaze was level with Fu Yanjing's.

The wound that she had never paid attention to, Fu Yanjing did.

I opened the first-aid kit methodically and took out iodine swabs.

His clear, cool tone carried a hint of indulgence, "Wen Jinye, children shouldn't play with knives, you know that?"

"I wasn't messing around," Wen Jin retorted instinctively. "I was trying to help..."

I was busy but couldn't help.

This actually made the nanny quite anxious.

Her voice trailed off guiltily.

Wrapped in gauze.

Fu Yanjing's wrapping is really ugly.

But that was the first time someone cared about the small wounds on Wen Jin's body.

The nanny cares.

The person she loves also cares.

A sudden, inexplicable surge of emotion welled up, and tears instantly filled my eyes.

As she lowered her head, she rolled uncontrollably down the slope.

It landed right on the back of Fu Yanjing's hand.

His hand paused.

Those who live in luxury and receive endless love and admiration will never know that someone can shed tears because of such a trivial act of care.

Fu Yanjing glanced at Wen Jinye with amusement, assuming she was in pain and feeling wronged.

His low voice carried a hint of indulgence.

"Your darling still likes to volunteer even when she's like this. From now on, can you just sit back and enjoy the fruits of others' labor?"

Looking back now.

Actually, he was probably tempted back then.

That little bit of attraction wasn't enough for Fu Yanjing to take it seriously, so the happiness and warmth that Wen Jin felt were all like being wrapped in a bubble.

I don't know when it will disappear.

The numb wound on his leg was treated by Fu Yanjing.

It seems to hurt even more now.

Wen Jin also suspected that he might have used alcohol.

She bent down slightly, lowered her head, and tried to get a better look at her wound.

A strand of long hair tucked behind her ear fell down her neck and brushed against the back of the man's hand.

Wen Jin was completely unaware of it.

All I noticed was that Fu Yanjing's hands stopped moving.

She was bewildered. "Is it all taken care of?"

Fu Yanjing looked up, a glint of light flashing in his dark pupils.

His Adam's apple bobbed. "It itches."

"What?"

He slowly curled a strand of hair that had fallen across the back of his hand with his fingertips.

"Wen Jinye, I'm treating your wound."

His gentle voice seemed to brush against my ear: "What trouble are you causing?"

Wen Jin's heartbeat was thrown into disarray by those words.

The situation only calmed down after they returned to the television station.

Kong Shenlin breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her return safely.

All the footage has been uploaded and is now ready for editing, so it will be reported on tonight's evening news and released online.

“You’re finally back, Jinye. I called you but you didn’t answer. If I hadn’t seen the news about the car accident on Songjiang Road, I would have thought they had taken you away.”

"Anyway, I'm glad you're alright."

Wen Jin also took out the new cell phone she had bought on her way back to the TV station from her bag and explained:

"My phone died in the car accident. I just got a new one, but I haven't had time to change the SIM card yet."

Since returning to the television station, Kong Shenlin has been working against the clock to process the footage.

Therefore, they knew nothing about what was left.

He urgently asked Wen Jinye, "How could a car accident happen? I didn't expect those people to be so brazen. Is the driver alright?"

Wen Jin also shook her head.

The research was successfully completed, and the report should be able to proceed smoothly.

But her mood was unusually heavy.

The homeowner who was driving appeared to be unconscious, and another homeowner in Liuyuwan was beaten to the ground and covered in blood after trying to stop the group of men in black.

They wanted to seek justice and expose such a heartless real estate developer.

It's a fight where you risk your life.

These scenes linger in my mind.

If it weren't for Fu Yanjing's intervention, the He family would never have let the matter rest.

Even if the footage is uploaded back to the TV station.

Not necessarily—

There will be a good outcome.

She dared not recall or even imagine any of this.

"Let's go to the hospital together tomorrow."

Kong Shenlin's expression was also somewhat heavy: "Alright then."

At 7:30 p.m., Wen Jin was sitting on the sofa at home, watching the Jiangbei evening news on TV.

While holding my phone, I imported various data.

It wasn't until I saw the entry about "unscrupulous real estate developers in Jiangbei" that my anxious heart finally settled down.