Chapter 17 He always seems to have two faces…

At the hospital.

The emergency room seemed unusually busy tonight. Chen Yaoan took Xu Jialan to register, and several nurses told them to wait because the doctors were busy.

When it was finally their turn, an hour had passed. The doctor examined Xu Jialan and said that he only had superficial injuries, and told them to take the medicine home and treat it themselves.

Chen Yaoan finally breathed a sigh of relief, after all, Xu Jialan was injured while helping her.

When the two left the hospital, the previous designated driver had already left. Chen Yaoan had a driver's license but had never driven on the road before, so she had to call a designated driver again.

The designated driver arrived a bit late, so it was almost midnight when they got back to Xu Jialan's place.

Chen Yao'an handed him the medicine prescribed by the hospital, saying, "Let's apply the medicine first."

Xu Jialan didn't answer, saying, "I can't see it."

"You don't have a mirror in your house?"

Chen Yaoan pushed Xu Jialan into the restroom.

After a long while, Xu Jialan came out of the bathroom and looked at her leisurely, "Even if there is a mirror on my back, I can't see it."

Chen Yao'an remained silent for a long time before reluctantly speaking, "...I'll help you."

"good."

Xu Jialan generously took off her top.

Watching him take off his clothes, Chen Yaoan turned her head away and looked elsewhere.

After taking off her clothes, Xu Jialan sat down on the sofa. "Let's begin."

Chen Yaoan straightened up and looked down at his back, where there were large bruises, which were quite shocking.

That Huang Yuan really showed no mercy.

She poured the medicinal wine into her hands, rubbed them together, knelt on the sofa with one leg, and pressed down on it with one hand, applying some pressure.

Caught off guard, Xu Jialan groaned in pain from the intense agony.

Chen Yao'an glanced at him and slightly reduced the intensity of her blows.

Xu Jialan tilted her head slightly, her gaze falling directly on her waist.

She was wearing a fitted top today, which accentuated her waistline, and her slender waist swayed right in front of him.

Xu Jialan looked up and met her gaze.

Her eyes were flat, devoid of any emotion.

Xu Jialan has seen the eyes of many women.

They might be coquettish, blaming, or feeling wronged.

But Chen Yao'an was completely different. She was neither flattering nor pandering. Her calm, unwavering eyes seemed to see through everything, yet also seemed to hold many secrets.

He liked her eyes.

He thought they might be similar in some way.

Chen Yaoan spent some time applying medicine to Xu Jialan, and when she looked up, she realized it was already late.

She was in a hurry to get home. "I have to go."

Chen Yao'an, with her slender figure, hurriedly put on her coat, picked up her bag, and walked past Xu Jialan toward the door.

The warm yellow light fell on her, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

Xu Jialan dislikes Xu Qingbang's hypocrisy, but he doesn't consider himself a good person either, especially when it comes to women.

The doorknob turned with a click.

The motion-sensor light outside the door turned on.

Xu Jialan suddenly spoke up: "Chen Yaoan..."

"Hmm?" She turned around.

"My stomach hurts." His voice was weak, and he covered his stomach with his right hand.

Chen Yao'an paused for a moment, her hand on the doorknob still.

"It's because you drank too much."

Xu Jialan frowned deeply.

The motion-sensor light outside the door went out, and she finally made up her mind, closing the door behind her.

Never mind, she owes him tonight.

She took the bag off her shoulder. "I'll go get you something to eat."

She walked to the kitchen and first opened the refrigerator to take a look.

There wasn't a single vegetable leaf in the refrigerator, just two lonely eggs and a few bottles of beer.

"Do you have rice or noodles at home?" She had no choice but to turn to Xu Jialan and ask.

"There should be, check the cabinet." Xu Jialan has been living here for so long, but she has never been into the kitchen.

Chen Yao'an rummaged through the cabinet, which was quite empty, but she managed to find a bag of unopened rice. She checked the date and confirmed it was still edible.

She washed the rice, intending to cook some porridge for him.

The kitchen utensils were really limited, with only one pot. The porridge took a long time to cook, so Chen Yaoan turned off the heat when the water started to boil and let it simmer slowly.

Back in the living room, Chen Yaoan suddenly remembered something and asked Xu Jialan, "How much money did you give them today?"

"Not many," Xu Jialan replied nonchalantly.

"I'll give it back to you."

"Need not."

"No way." Chen Yao'an's attitude was firm.

Xu Jialan glanced at her, knowing that she didn't like owing favors, and didn't insist anymore.

"How about this, we split it in half, since I'm the one who's really to blame."

Xu Jialan was absolutely right, and Chen Yaoan, not wanting to put on a brave face, replied, "Okay."

"Then I'll go take a nap first." Xu Jialan was indeed a little tired.

"I'll call you when the porridge is ready."

Xu Jialan went to the bedroom.

Chen Yao'an was thinking about the pot, so she went to the kitchen to take a look. The porridge wasn't ready yet, so she had no choice but to wait patiently.

However, she ended up falling asleep while waiting.

Xu Jialan took a very short nap. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he smelled a burnt smell.

Chen Yao'an fell asleep on the sofa.

He quickly went to the kitchen and turned off the stove. The water in the pot had boiled away, but fortunately only the bottom of the pot was burnt. However, the porridge was no longer edible.

Chen Yao'an was still asleep, probably because she had been frightened today and was sleeping very soundly.

He opened the window to let the smell out, then went to the room to get a blanket to cover her up and let her continue sleeping.

Xu Jialan didn't leave; she just sat beside her, watching her, her eyes tracing her nose, eyes, and lips.

He admitted that he was a superficial person.

Chen Yao'an was startled awake; in her dream, she remembered that she was still cooking porridge.

She sat up abruptly from the sofa and nearly bumped into Xu Jialan.

The two faces were very close.

Chen Yao'an was startled and quickly leaned back, falling onto the sofa.

"What's wrong?" Xu Jialan asked with a smile, somewhat deliberately.

Chen Yao'an, not wanting him to succeed, changed the subject, saying, "Why do I smell something burning?"

"The porridge is burnt."

"It's burnt?" She turned to look at the kitchen.

"The fire has been turned off."

It seems Xu Jialan won't be able to have this meal; it's too late, and she doesn't plan to cook for him anymore.

"It's getting late, I need to go back."

Chen Yaoan stood up from the sofa with a series of swift movements.

Xu Jialan looked at her in disbelief. She hadn't even finished her porridge, and she was already leaving?

Seeing his expression, Chen Yaoan had no choice but to say, "If you want to drink porridge, you'll have to make it yourself."

Xu Jialan's tone was somewhat innocent, "Are you just going to leave me like this? No matter what, I suffered these injuries because of you. I could have just ignored them."

Chen Yaoan looked at him for a while and said seriously, "If it weren't for me, you would have already gotten this beating."

Xu Jialan: "..."

"Okay, but I can't cook."

That's your own business.

Xu Jialan was so angry she laughed.

He had no choice but to say directly, "I have nothing at home, and I need someone to take care of me."

"So what?" Chen Yaoan asked, puzzled.

What do you think of this person?

"Not very good." Chen Yao'an replied without even thinking.

Xu Jialan was surprised by her decisive refusal, and for a moment he didn't know what had gone wrong.

"Then I'll hire you; you can treat it as a part-time job."

Chen Yao'an thought about it for a moment this time.

"I don't have time." After all, she also has to run the shop, and buying groceries and cooking takes up a lot of time.

But Xu Jialan was wealthy and generous, and directly offered a tempting deal: "Five days, 30,000 yuan, not including the cost of groceries."

Thirty thousand? That's more than a month's profit for her shop, and it only took five days.

"Is it possible to omit breakfast?"

"Can."

The next day, Chen Yao'an unusually closed the shop at noon.

She first went to the market and bought a lot of fresh vegetables, then bought cookware, and then carried it to Xu Jialan's house.

For convenience, Xu Jialan gave her the house's password. She entered the password, went straight in, and then went into the kitchen.

The burnt pot from last night is still in the sink; it seems Xu Jialan didn't eat anything after she left.

Chen Yao'an quickly washed her hands and started cooking.

When Xu Jialan got up, he saw Chen Yaoan busy in the kitchen. He leaned against the wall and watched for a while.

Chen Yao'an noticed him and asked, "You didn't eat anything last night?"

"I haven't eaten." His voice was hoarse from getting up.

No wonder she had a bad stomach. Chen Yao'an didn't comment much, only saying, "I'll finish making it right away."

"Okay." Xu Jialan turned and went to the bathroom.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Jialan came out of the bathroom. He was wearing a bathrobe, but the belt was not tied properly, exposing most of his chest.

Chen Yao'an caught a glimpse of it and immediately looked away awkwardly.

She simply prepared two dishes and a soup, put them on the table, and called Xu Jialan to eat.

Xu Jialan was smoking on the balcony, seemingly oblivious to what was happening.

Chen Yaoan had no choice but to go over and call him.

On the balcony, he was smoking and casually playing with a silver lighter in his hand.

His bare chest added to his dashing charm.

Chen Yao'an's gaze involuntarily fell on his chest. She couldn't take it anymore and said, "Can't you put your clothes on properly?"

"how?"

"Not very convenient."

"What's inconvenient?" He suddenly pulled her, and she almost fell on top of him, but luckily she managed to keep her balance.

He took a puff of his cigarette with a joking laugh, then slowly blew the smoke into her face, his smile wicked. "I did it on purpose."

Unrestrained, flamboyant, and without any scruples.

Chen Yao'an was caught off guard and choked by the smoke he exhaled, and couldn't help but cough.

She wasn't good at dealing with these kinds of comments, nor did she want to. "It's time to eat."

She returned to the living room.

Xu Jialan did not restrain herself and followed directly behind her.

"You eat, I'm leaving now."

Xu Jialan grabbed her arm and said, "Eat with me."

Chen Yao'an, in a businesslike manner, said, "You didn't mention that this service was available."

"Now we have it."

"Can you get dressed properly?"

"What's wrong with me dressing like this? This is my own home."

"Xu Jialan, what exactly do you want?" She had been wanting to ask him that.

Xu Jialan could find any kind of cook she wanted, so he had to spend a lot of money to hire her.

Xu Jialan suppressed his smile, feeling somewhat bored. He straightened his clothes and sat down at the dining table. "What I want is obvious."

Chen Yao'an frowned deeply.

He then changed the subject, "Could you sit down and have a quiet meal with me?"

Xu Jialan always seems to have two faces: one is a carefree and playful womanizer, while the other is very quiet and reserved, which is very contradictory.

For some reason, Chen Yao'an gave up the idea of ​​leaving immediately and actually quietly had a meal with him.

In the following days, Xu Jialan did not do anything to offend Chen Yaoan, and she quietly accompanied him to lunch every day.