Chapter 83 Provocation

However, the more you hit me, the more Xiaofu will feel sorry for me.

provocative

Judging from his appearance, Lin Jindong was not a man who followed the rules.

He was unrestrained, flamboyant, and even had a somewhat unruly and aggressive air. He wore a dark black suit, his figure was tall and straight, adding a touch of coldness to his demeanor.

The man in the suit next to me sat relaxed and composed.

If he hadn't been wearing black leather gloves, that hand would still be on my face. Then, he forcefully ordered me to turn my head. The cold leather pressed against the inside of my neck, and I was trembling all over. The fever that hadn't completely subsided seemed to rise again.

"Which ward are you in?" Compared to my panting appearance, Lin Jindong was neither red-faced nor out of breath, discussing the weather as if it were a matter of course, completely at ease and open.

I looked up at him, and, as if in a fit of pique, suddenly grabbed his hand.

Lin Jindong tried to break free of me by applying slight pressure with his fingers, but seeing that I wasn't letting go of his hand, he smiled slightly and simply left it there without moving.

“Don’t cry, just look at me,” he reminded me.

I looked up and instinctively let go of his hand. I was actually quite averse to his direct pursuit.

Even though I had clearly decided to use him, I still put on this coy and hesitant reaction. My face was burning, but he seemed to enjoy my weak and affected demeanor.

The car drove all the way to the hospital's parking lot.

He got out of the driver's seat, opened the door for me, and saw me sitting in the seat without saying anything. He then took my wrist.

The force wasn't great, but I could clearly feel my body temperature rising steadily. I shielded my eyes with my arm and whispered to him, "I'm feeling a little unwell, wait a bit..."

He pulled down my wrist, not with much force, but the high fever made me sensitive and I couldn't help but cry out in pain, "You're hurting me."

Was that soft, delicate voice really coming from me? I was surprisingly slow to react, completely bewildered.

Lin Jindong's deep voice held an ambiguous smile, "You really do like Gouyin people, even when you're sick you won't stop."

As I was processing those words in my mind, Lin Jindong forcefully reached out and, before I could react, hugged me tightly, lifting me up in a princess carry. His muscles bulged and swelled rapidly from the tight embrace, drawing me firmly into his arms.

As I stepped into the elevator, the mirror opposite reflected his image of holding me.

The striking visual difference in body shape certainly sparks the imagination.

The man's arms were strong and powerful, giving me a sense of security. I saw myself in the mirror, looking delicate and vulnerable, as if I were at his mercy.

Lin Jindong lowered his head slightly, revealing sharp, assertive eyes beneath his short hair, which were fixed firmly on me: "Which ward?"

“He really will come,” I emphasized again. “There are people watching me there. As long as you come up with me, they will tell him.”

"Do you think I'm scared?" Lin Jindong raised an eyebrow, smiled, and slowly said, "Or... do you like me and are worried about me?"

I was genuinely surprised by his nonchalant attitude, but since he chose to play along, I couldn't find any words to refute him. My last shred of conscience was also swallowed up. I remained silent for a while, then told him the location of the ward.

"Miss Jiang?"

In the corridor, when the nurse saw me, she first breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately realized that the person holding me was a strange man she had never seen before, and looked at us in surprise.

Lin Jindong ignored her expression, pushed open the door, and placed me on the hospital bed.

“Miss Jiang! This…” The nurse looked troubled, her gaze shifting back and forth between my face and Lin Jindong’s.

“I am her brother,” Lin Jindong said calmly. “I’ll stay with her today; you don’t need to keep an eye on her all the time.”

"Brother?" The nurse was surprised, but Lin Jindong's calm and peaceful tone carried a strong sense of rejection, and his eyes showed obvious dominance.

The nurse was quite tactful, only reminding her, "I'll be giving Miss Jiang an IV later, so please ask her to rest in the ward today and not go anywhere."

Lin Jindong curled his lips, moved closer, and lowered his face.

In front of the nurses, his hot breath almost reached my ear, "Did you hear me? Don't run around."

Seeing the nurse's complicated expression, I realized that she had definitely misunderstood the relationship between Lin Jindong, my "brother," and me. She would probably tell Jiang Zhao soon.

I clenched my fist. "Prosecutor Lin..."

“You can call me brother, even when we help each other in the future,” he said naturally.

My face flushed, but I knew it wasn't a high fever; I understood such an obvious hint.

Lin Jindong's unprincipled moral values ​​made him seem to speak such ambiguous and suggestive words at will, which was completely different from his handsome appearance.

No wonder he was willing to be the lover of that kind of wealthy woman.

I closed my eyes, and just then, the nurse pushed the door open and started giving me an IV. My hand was uncomfortable, and the nurse kept glancing at me. She wasn't very careful, and suddenly the needle popped out. I was in so much pain that my whole body was trembling. Fortunately, Lin Jindong noticed in time and stopped the nurse.

The other person apologized hastily and then gently and quietly reinserted the needle into my hand, which was bruised and swollen from the needle pricks I had received since last night. I don't know if it was because of the pain, but tears streamed down my face and my fingertips curled up.

Seeing this, Lin Jindong leaned closer, his cool fragrance wafting over from all directions. His lips brushed against my earlobe, and he chuckled, "Wouldn't a kiss stop the crying?"

I stared wide-eyed, but Lin Jindong's lips were pressed tightly against my ear, from my ear to my neck. My eyelashes fluttered, and my lips were pressed together. I have to say, his sudden action scared away the pain.

I looked up at the nurse's complicated yet envious gaze, but when I thought that this was the purpose of provoking Jiang Zhao, I closed my eyes, still letting the hot male breath deliberately envelop my ear tips. However, his attacks were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and I couldn't help but shrink my shoulders and neck.

Until the nurse left, I was still unable to break free from Lin Jindong's strong grip. His control over emotions was simply at its peak. I was completely under his control, and all my senses were amplified infinitely, as if he could easily send me to the peak and then make me fall hard.

My body trembled in waves.

My heart was pounding.

"You haven't fallen for me, have you?" Lin Jindong's ambiguous eyes revealed an increasingly irresistible sense of aggression. He smiled and said, "It's best not to, because I have no intention of developing a relationship with you beyond physical intimacy."

“That suits me perfectly,” I told him. “Our relationship… I mean it when I say it’s over, and you can’t keep bothering me.”

“I’ll get tired of it soon, don’t worry.” When Lin Jindong heard me say that, his narrowed eyes flashed with anger. He sneered, “You’d better control yourself.”

That one sentence instantly dispelled the ambiguity from before. The drug gradually took effect, and I lay back on the bed. Although I was extremely sleepy, I dared not close my eyes.

Lin Jindong snorted coldly, "Go to sleep, I'll keep watch for you."

"Can you do it?" I asked, my voice trembling. "I'm afraid of pain. You have to keep an eye on it for me, and call the nurse when it's almost done."

A large hand covered my face, blocking my entire vision. My cheeks were burning hot, and I felt weak and in pain all over my body. I slowly closed my eyes, but I could still feel the man's hand stroking my forehead, as if he was measuring my temperature.

A short while later, a cool, refreshing patch landed on my forehead, and I drifted off to sleep.

The dream arrived as expected, but this time it was clearly more unexpected.

In the dim light, I couldn't even see people clearly, but the man's distinctive low chuckle made me nervous. My hand instinctively reached back, but the man immediately grabbed it.

His hands, calloused, traced a path up his fingers, and he held mine intimately, our fingers intertwined.

"Did you have a nightmare?" the man asked me, kissing my fingers slowly and gently. He asked in a low voice, "I'll take you home in a bit, don't be afraid."

"No need, I can go back by myself." My voice was weak.

Just by looking at the man in front of me, I can already guess what our relationship is like, and relationships with men are generally pleasant and don't require any responsibility.

"Really, I promise, Xiao Fu. But you can come to me anytime." A faint smile appeared on the man's lips. He released me, waved to it with his long fingers in front of me, and then looked at me.

"When are you getting a divorce?" he asked, looking at me. "I promise I'll treat your daughter like my own. Marry me."

Hearing that, I lost some interest. I took a step back and shook my head. "Even if I get a divorce, I will never marry you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man in front of me suddenly became imposing and fierce. He lunged at me, demanding an answer with a menacing tone, "Why do you think the position of Attorney General of the Federal Reserve is unworthy of you?"

A sudden dizziness made me feel unwell. I opened my eyes abruptly, and the man in this dream was none other than Lin Jindong.

Even though the light was dim and the man's expression was indistinct, I would never mistake his eyes, which gleamed with greed and desire like those of a wild dog.

I looked at the medicine bottle hanging above my head almost immediately.

The medication has already been changed? I was stunned for a moment, then turned my head and saw Lin Jindong sitting on the sofa next to my hospital bed. He had his legs crossed, his suit jacket draped over his shoulder, and the cuffs of his white shirt were folded down, revealing his tanned wrists. He looked mature and sexy.

The man was looking down at his phone. I remembered that dream, and my eyes inevitably drifted to his crotch, where the zipper was stretched taut.

"You're awake." Lin Jindong chuckled softly, sat up, and looked up. As if only then noticing my gaze, a nonchalant smile appeared on his handsome and sharp face: "You saw it?"

What did you see?

I thought to myself, when it comes to shamelessness, Lin Jindong is second to none. I increasingly felt that his smart and handsome suit was just a tool for him to integrate into high society. The real him might be just as vulgar and crude.

Lin Jindong placed his hand beside my face; beneath his sharp brow bone, the corners of his eyes curved slightly, conveying a sense of pleasure.

"What, you dare to look but not to recognize? I thought you were pretty bold."

"So what if it is? I'm just comparing it to my husband." I turned my gaze away uncomfortably. After a good night's sleep, I felt better. The needle in my arm had been removed. I struggled to get up, and Lin Jindong suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to him.

"No matter how much theory you talk about, it's not as good as practice. Of course, I'm much better than your husband."

He raised an eyebrow, his expression excessively cold and sharp.

I was stunned when suddenly the ward door was kicked open. Alarm bells rang in my head, but Lin Jindong was not afraid at all. He even held the back of my head tightly with one hand, telling me not to leave him. Seeing my nervous appearance, he seemed to have anticipated Jiang Zhao's anger. "What are you afraid of? You were already prepared before you sent me here."

"Let her go." Jiang Zhao's eyes were fierce, his tone chillingly cold. His gaze lingered on Lin Jindong's hand, which was tightly holding me. Jiang Zhao's long eyes flashed with frosty coldness as he approached the bed step by step. "Don't you understand?"

Extreme bias and possessiveness are fully displayed at this moment.

Lin Jindong remained calm, his eyes growing even darker, and he lowered his voice, "You don't need to be nervous. I'm just her brother, checking in on her as I go."

"Brother? How come I didn't know Jiang Fu recognized you, this bastard, as her brother?" Jiang Zhao looked down at Lin Jindong, each word he uttered like a sharp, heavy knife, aggressive and merciless.

Lin Jindong: "Whether it is or not, you can ask Xiao Fu and you'll know."

"Stop calling her by her name," Jiang Zhao warned coldly. "Now, get out."

"I told you, I came to see her, not you." Facing the domineering and ruthless Jiang Zhao, Lin Jindong's aura became increasingly sharp and indifferent. He casually said, "Judging from your angry and embarrassed appearance, Your Highness, it seems she has never let you get close to her so unguarded."

Jiang Zhao suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with ruthlessness.

Lin Jindong's observation skills and ability to control the situation are top-notch. He is two years older than Jiang Zhao, and every word he utters is deadly.

"Don't think that just because she finds you interesting and is playing around with you, she thinks highly of you. You bastard who can't even step into his own home, get lost." Jiang Zhao approached Lin Jindong, his footsteps heavy and his voice increasingly domineering.

Lin Jindong smiled faintly, his eyes darkening. I was on the hospital bed, watching the tense atmosphere between the two men, and I didn't say anything. I just wanted to make the situation even more chaotic. I simply reached out and touched Lin Jindong's arm.

This action undoubtedly ignited Jiang Zhao's anger.

His rationality had completely vanished at this moment. He appeared relatively calm, but his slightly trembling eyelashes betrayed the emotions he was suppressing.

"Brother, stop arguing," I said to Lin Jindong, my voice weak and unease revealing my obvious bias.

Almost the instant I finished speaking, Jiang Zhao grabbed Lin Jindong by the collar. His composure and indifference vanished, and his fist landed hard on Lin Jindong's face. Lin Jindong staggered a few steps from the blow, but fortunately, he was tall enough that he didn't fall to the ground in a sorry state.

"Get out." Jiang Zhao's dark eyes narrowed, filled with a chilling coldness. I knew better than anyone that Jiang Zhao was a madman, and that he would kill Lin Jindong.

“You can continue, but every time you hit me, Xiao Fu will feel sorry for me more, Your Highness.” Lin Jindong continued to provoke Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao was furious: "You're asking for death."

[Author's Note]

It's normal for fighting to break out later.

Because Jiang Zhao couldn't defeat everyone alone, Jiang Mingzhuo eventually woke up, and the two brothers teamed up again.