She reached out to pull the door open, but Song Yuanchao pushed it from the outside, and the door opened.
Chen Rou's eyes lit up at first glance, because Song Yuanchao had changed into another suit, a double-breasted, light gray one. From the sheen and the cut, it was clear that the fabric and the tailoring of this suit were quite extraordinary.
Unlike the Taiwanese guys who are abnormally thin, Song Yuanchao has muscles. In addition, he has a natural righteous and masculine temperament. Unlike other bodyguards who are just good-looking, he is handsome and inexplicably approachable.
But now he's a henchman, an employee. When the other bodyguards bow, he imitates them, saying, "Hello, boss!"
Nie Zhao still had a white veil wrapped around his head, and he had been wearing the same pajamas for several days. His face was sallow and wan. The checkered scarf on his knees was the only decent thing about him. He looked around the corridor at the bowing bodyguards, then slowly raised his hand and unbuttoned the bottom button of Song Yuanchao's suit jacket. He then pointed to Song's wrist and said, "Remember to wind your watch."
Not only did the suit belong to Nie Zhao, but Song Yuanchao also got a watch, which Nie Han gave him, so it was naturally also Nie Zhao's.
Song Yuanchao couldn't understand why his boss was so insistent on unbuttoning his clothes. He was a humble and studious person who liked to take things seriously, so he was about to ask him. But as soon as he uttered a sound of surprise, Nie Zhao immediately raised his eyebrows and stared at him coldly.
Nie Zhao was once just a living dead man, and it was Song Yuanchao who carried him onto the hospital ship.
Right now, in Song Yuanchao's mind, this rich man is the same kind of person as Nan Batian and Huang Shiren, someone that the proletariat like him wants to overthrow and control. He has never been afraid of this kind of person.
But when he looked into Nie Zhao’s exceptionally thin, bright, and deep eyes, he saw hostility, aversion, and fear in them. At that moment, Song Yuanchao shut his mouth.
The door to Nie Rong's hospital room was closed. The bodyguard tried to knock, but Nie Zhao raised his hand to stop him.
Mei Lu and Liang Lisheng had already arrived and were in Nie Rong's ward. However, the ward was well soundproofed, so you couldn't hear anything from upstairs. But since Nie Zhao didn't want to go in, the bodyguards didn't knock on the door.
This entire private ward area now belongs entirely to the Nie family and is relatively independent from the hospital.
Nie Jiayu never came again, but Nie Han would come once or twice a day, bringing servants to deliver things.
Since last night, Wan Daozai and Kuangzai in the intensive care unit have been taking turns working. Coincidentally, Wan Daozai just finished resting, took a shower, and came out of Chen Rou's ward.
Rooms were limited, and since Wan Daozai was one of Chen Rou's own people, she didn't want him to have too much contact with the Nie family's bodyguards. He, Kuang Zai, Song Yuanchao, and a few others slept in Chen Rou's ward, which had a bed and a sofa and could sleep two people.
As Wan Daozai emerged, Nie Zhao's gaze lingered on him.
It's no wonder Nie Zhao stared at him so much; he needed to change his clothes too. He was wearing the same suit that Song Yuanchao used to wear, and he had shaved off his messy hair. The empty suit, coupled with his bald head, dark skin, and scars all over his face, gave him a kind of unruly and flamboyant youthful vibe. And you have to admit, he looked quite manly.
Unlike Song Yuanchao, who was composed, Nie Zhao was naturally mischievous. As soon as he saw Nie Zhao, he rushed over and said, "Hey buddy, you're awake."
He patted Nie Zhao on the shoulder again, pointing at Chen Rou: "Hey, do you know, if it weren't for us..."
Nie Zhao glanced coldly at the thin, large hand on his shoulder, and the bodyguard Ah Hui immediately raised the Taiwanese man's hand and pushed him: "Sir, please go back to your post and get back to work."
"Hey, how could you treat me like this, hey..." Before the Taiwanese boy could finish his sentence, bodyguard Ah Hui shoved him away.
Just then, a faint roar suddenly came from the tightly closed room. Nie Zhao heard it, and everyone around him heard it too. They were all familiar with the voice; it was Nie Rong's.
Nie Zhao then said to the bodyguard, "Knock on the door." He then looked at Song Yuanchao and said, "Take them back a bit."
Since he said that, Song Yuanchao and the other bodyguards retreated a few meters.
...
As the door opened, Nie Zhao slowly looked up: "Do they live in the same room as you?"
He was referring to Song Yuanchao and a few other Taiwanese guys. Chen Rou shared a room with them, but they worked in three shifts. One of them slept while the other worked, and vice versa. Everyone was like an ox or a horse, and there was no time to lie in bed together and chat.
Thinking that Nie Zhao's question was because he was unhappy that his wife was sleeping with men, Chen Rou was about to explain in the spirit of harmony and tolerance when she heard Nie Zhao say, "That kid from Taiwan also has the surname Chen. His father used to be the leader of the Bamboo Union gang in Taiwan, but he should have been killed by someone by now."
These days, there are triads not only in Hong Kong, but also in Taiwan, Macau, and even Japan.
The largest triad in Taiwan used to be called the Four Seas Gang, but the Bamboo Union gang later defeated the Four Seas Gang and became the number one triad on the island.
The Bamboo Union is a family-run gang, and all the gang leaders are surnamed Chen. Chen Rou will know this in the future. However, it is surprising that this Taiwanese girl has a father who was once a gang leader.
He was probably sold to the Philippines to work as a laborer because his father was cheated on.
Well, no wonder he always calls himself the number one prince of Taipei nightclubs; it seems he wasn't exaggerating.
There was a knock on the door, but no one answered for a long time. While waiting, Chen Rou saw Nie Zhao raising his head, as if he wanted to say something more. Knowing that he had difficulty speaking, Chen Rou bent down and asked, "Is there anything else you want to say?"
“That kid is pretty bad, at the very least he has an athletic foot, don’t share a bathroom with him,” Nie Zhao said.
Athlete's foot, as Chen Rou understands it, is commonly known as Hong Kong foot in mainland China, which is actually tinea pedis.
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