Chapter 100 Sister-in-law

Jiang Xia looked into his eyes, then glanced at the thick bandage wrapped around Zhan Lintian's hand, and became even more worried.

For a normal injury, how could such thick gauze be used?

Jiang Xia said in a low voice, "Is the wound very deep, making it inconvenient to apply medicine?"

Fearing he would worry, General Manager Zhan quickly said, "It's not very deep, don't worry."

As he spoke, Zhan Lintian waved his right hand lightly in front of Jiang Xia's eyes to indicate that he was alright.

"Look, I can still move, I'm really fine."

Jiang Xia observed that although the gauze was thick, the other person's wound did not bleed.

Zhan Lintian originally wanted to tease Jiang Xia, but when he looked into Jiang Xia's eyes, he swallowed all his words.

He gently touched Jiang Xia's cheeks with both hands.

"Okay, I'll show you in a bit."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Wenwen came running in from outside, barging headlong into the room.

"Uncle! Uncle Jiang!"

Jiang Xia quickly took a step back and turned his head to avoid Zhan Lintian's palm.

With a small plastic shovel in one hand and a snow bucket in the other, Wenwen wrapped her arms around Zhan Lintian's legs, looked up, and asked, "Uncle, does your wound hurt?"

Wenwen wanted to play in the snow, so she was dressed very warmly, with a white fur-trimmed scarf around her neck.

Both the adult and the child looked at them with concern.

Zhan Lintian said, "Uncle's injury has healed. The medicine last night was really effective."

Wenwen didn't believe it either.

So Zhan Lintian pulled them down to sit.

On the sofa.

Jiang Xia saw that Zhan Lintian had removed the gauze.

There was only a red mark under the gauze, which had scabbed over. It was the kind of wound that only scratched the surface of the skin. The scab was a series of small, intermittent scabs, as if something had been brushed against it and lightly flicked past.

In about half a day, the scab will fall off, and by then the wound will be covered in a mess.

Jiang Xia pursed her lips, looked up, and gazed at President Zhan.

Zhan Lintian touched the tip of his nose, and said with an embarrassed chuckle, "I scratched the metal button on his clothes."

Wenwen, who was younger, was lying on the edge of the sofa, watching intently. Upon seeing this, she cheered.

"My uncle's injury is healing."

She then asked, "Uncle Jiang, does Uncle's wound need more medicine?"

Jiang Xia snapped out of her daze, couldn't help but chuckle, looked down at her, and whispered, "Yes, it's almost healed. Let's apply some medicine."

He took out the medicine and cotton swabs that Wu Zhou had given him.

While applying the medicine, I thought to myself, no wonder General Manager Wu reminded me several times that I must apply the medicine to Zhan Lintian.

It's likely that Wu Zhou inquired about Zhan Lintian's situation last night, knew about his acting, and simply refrained from exposing him.

Okay, it's good that you're alright.

Finally, the thick gauze on the back of Mr. Zhan's hand was replaced with a small bandage.

Jiang Xia asked, "Aside from this, will you experience any soreness?"

Maybe the flesh is swollen.

Zhan Lintian spread his fingers and then clenched his fist, looking at the river gorge in front of him, lowered his voice, and answered truthfully: "No."

However, since he was "injured," Wenwen and Jiangxia wouldn't let him play with them.

In the end, after a busy morning and efficiently making all his work calls, General Manager Zhan could only move a chair and sit on the balcony platform, watching Jiang Xia and Wenwen pile up snow.

Wenwen shoveled snow, and Jiangxia helped to pat the snow into snowmen that were slightly larger than gourds, and put on little red hats and limbs made of fresh flowers.

As for the eyes and nose, those were all painted by Wenwen using her oil paintbrush, resulting in colorful facial features.

Jiang Xia followed Wenwen's instructions.

The child pointed to a large snowman: "This is my uncle."

The snowman's two eyes were transformed into two parallel lines.

She then pointed to the slightly smaller snowman: "This is Uncle Jiang."

The snowman's collar was also painted with an uneven pink paintbrush.

This perfectly matches Jiangxia's attire today.

"My uncle is a little taller than Uncle Jiang, so his snowman is bigger."

Jiang Xia looked at the third snowman, which was wearing a small flower: "This is Wenwen."

He guessed correctly, and Wenwen happily said, "That's right, that's right."

The two, one big and one small, played and talked at the same time, and Zhan Lintian could catch glimpses of Jiang Xia's profile from time to time.

It was still a bit cold outside, and Jiang Xia's skin was so cold that it was translucent, but his eyes were as bright as stars, and his eyebrows were curved.

Zhan Lintian couldn't help but look at him, his lips never twitching.

Time flew by and it was noon. After lunch, the aunt took Wenwen to take a bath and change her clothes, and then she took a nap.

Zhan Lintian led Jiang Xia upstairs, and the two finally had a private space to talk.

Zhan Lintian held Jiang Xia and sat down in the lounge on the second floor.

Jiang Xia had just sat down when he reached out and pulled the person onto his lap.

Jiang Xia placed his hands on his shoulders, straightened up, and nodded to look at him.

Before Jiang Xia could speak, he said, "I'm sorry."

Zhan Lintian gently rubbed his nose against Jiang Xia's nose.

With just one "I'm sorry," Jiang Xia knew what he meant. She didn't ask why he lied to her, but instead asked, "Then why did you tell me in the first place?"

"I won't forcibly remove the gauze from your hand."

Zhan Lintian swayed his legs from side to side, and Jiang Xia's body swayed along with them.

He whispered, "That's because I don't want you to worry. I'd rather be scolded by my wife for being shameless than have you worry about me endlessly."

Jiang Xia's cheeks flushed slightly, and her lips trembled as she struggled to find the right words.

That's so shameless.

To follow up on his words, we need to go on to talk about his wife.

If I don't respond to him, I can't continue to blame him.

Finally, Jiang Xia turned his head away, looked to one side, and said, "It's good that you're alright."

Zhan Lintian playfully teased him, rubbing his waist and thighs: "You said you weren't angry, but you're not even looking at me anymore."

Jiang Xia's ticklish spot was deliberately scratched, causing him to curl up and instinctively chuckle, his voice broken: "I didn't... don't tickle me..."

As they were arguing, Jiang Xia swayed and tried to get up, but Zhan Lintian took the opportunity to pull her down onto the sofa.

The man on top of her controlled his pressure, pressing down gently, and then the two looked into each other's eyes.

Zhan Lintian suddenly stopped, looked into Jiang Xia's eyes, and lightly pecked at Jiang Xia's lips.

Their breaths mingled, their noses brushing against each other from time to time due to the angle of their kiss, and even... their eyelashes inadvertently brushed against Zhan Lintian's cheek.

Jiang Xia's heart trembled along with it.

Zhan Lintian grabbed his hand, interlocked their fingers, and whispered, "Do you hate me?"

Zhan Lintian never asked if he liked him.

He wanted Jiang Xia to be unable to say the word "dislike," so that he could interpret it as "like."

He didn't want to put Jiang Xia in a difficult position, and he wouldn't do anything that would make Jiang Xia give up something for him.

Jiangxia is an adult and knows how to make choices.

Zhan Lintian whispered, "Jiang Xia, can you take responsibility for me that night?"

As he spoke, Zhan Lintian kissed the small mole on Jiang Xia's left cheek and nibbled on it.

Fragmented memories surfaced in Jiang Xia's mind. It seemed that someone had been kissing her incessantly that night, and when she woke up the next morning, although there were no hickeys on her face, it felt swollen.

Jiang Xia's head was buzzing.

I went too far with my drunken sexual behavior.

Zhan Lintian said earnestly, "I have kept my chastity pure for thirty years, and I'm giving it to you."

Jiang Xia was lost in thought.

He will never drink alcohol again.

Zhan Lintian kissed Jiang Xia's lips again, this time not just a light kiss, but prying open his teeth and going deeper...

When President Zhan is with his loved ones, he always likes to stroke Jiang Xia's neck with his palm.

The man's fingertips traced across her sensitive skin, and a tingling sensation spread across the tip of her tongue, making Jiang Xia feel weak all over, as if she were sinking into the clouds.

Zhan Lintian opened his eyes and looked at Jiang Xia, whose face was flushed.

He really wanted to pick Jiang Xia up and carry her to his bedroom.

But now is not a good time; we need to let Jiangxia think it over carefully.

Regardless of whether he abandons Wu Zhou or not, he cannot abandon himself.

The two kissed deeply and lightly for a long time.

When they finally parted, a very faint "pop" sound came from their lips.

Zhan Lintian then continued, "Back to the wound on my hand, it was indeed from fighting with Wu Ming, but he couldn't beat me. Before the fight even started, he almost fainted due to low blood sugar."

"I even fell backward and hit the door."

He picked and chose, using words to embellish what happened last night.

The two did not actually fight, because Wu Ming was almost knocked unconscious by his own move.

Wu Ming bumped into the door, but not because of low blood sugar; he had punched it himself.

Although Wu Ming was indeed hospitalized due to hypoglycemia.

After listening, Jiang Xia reminded him, "Be careful, he's a bit stubborn."

Young Master Wu was spoiled from a young age. Even when the Wu family underwent changes in his teens and early twenties, he was still given plenty of food and drink.

His maternal grandparents owned a factory in Duliang.

Those who can open large factories in small counties are people with extensive local connections; everyone gives them a lot of face.

Wu Ming's childhood was marked by a sense of loss; he went from being a pampered young master in the prosperous Mengcheng to a wealthy young man in a small county town.

He has fallen behind his former friends.

In Jiang Xia's mind, Zhan Lintian was easy to talk to, had a good personality, and always considered business in his dealings with others, so it was inconvenient for him to cause too much trouble.

Although I didn't see the live broadcast last night, it's highly likely that Zhan Lintian suffered a loss.

Jiang Xia gently took his hand: "Don't be angry."

Jiang Xia commented very seriously: "He's just out of his mind."

Zhan Lintian grinned, hugged him tightly, and the two of them rubbed against each other on the sofa.

At this moment, Wu Ming was lying in his hospital bed, feeling uncomfortable all over.

He asked, "Why do I have such a bad headache? Is this what low blood sugar is like?"

He has never lacked food over the years, but he tried to play the victim at Jiangxia's doorstep and ended up getting into trouble.

The assistant glanced at the bump on his head and thought to himself, "Well, you don't have low blood sugar, you just got punched in the head and got this big bump..."

But the assistant dared not say.

Wu Ming belatedly realized this, and Wu Zhou happened to arrive as well.

Wu Ming's head was still spinning when Wu Zhou said, "Looking at you now, if Grandpa saw you, he might mistake you for his good son."

Wu Ming hates it when people say he looks like his biological father.

My brother's words were so hurtful! They felt like a sharp blade stabbing into his heart.

Wu Ming was about to retort in a low voice when he realized that after Wu Zhou finished cursing him, he didn't even look at him. He seemed to be thinking about someone else, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up, giving off a satisfied feeling like an old house on fire.

He didn't care at all, even though he was still lying in a hospital bed.

No wonder his assistant told him about it last night, but his brother ignored it.

He was probably dating his sister-in-law last night.

Wu Ming thought to himself that he could ask his sister-in-law for help, but he didn't know who she was.

He's going to go and find out.

A note from the author:

Wu Zhou: When your grandfather passes away, he will miss his son, so you should call him Dad.

Wu Ming: [Burning down in tears]

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That's right. Last night, when Wu Ming was beaten up and hospitalized, Boss Wu was applying medicine to Jiang Xia's wounds again and again.

However, because a lot of medicine was used, a significant amount leaked out.

And President Zhan really enjoys watching Jiang Xia kick his feet in a way that makes him feel so comfortable he's about to collapse.

But after he finished eating, before Jiang Xia's consciousness had even returned to normal, his apology came. He never cared about winning or losing verbally.

Of course, he will apologize, but next time it will still be incredibly delicious. For example, President Zhan will actually make sure Jiang Xia isn't hurt before picking him up and standing him on the ground...