Chapter 10 Chapter 10 Again and again, very powerful
The cool water clung to Wen Yu's palms, soaking her trousers. The high-pressure water cannon blew the wall of people that had enveloped her away in all directions, breaking the crowd into piles and scattering them in scattered, unorganized, and chaotic ways.
Some people were soaked from head to toe, while others who were standing far away were only splashed with a few drops... Everyone was dazed and surprised. They looked at the waves spreading on the floor, they covered their wet hair, and they stared at each other.
It was too sudden.
The storm just now was suddenly calmed down by a water gun.
The crowd snapped back to their senses, their eyes fixed on Pan Xianchen and the high-pressure water cannon in his hand. Angry, strange, and noisy voices began to buzz like a swarm of locusts. Security, property management, operations... almost every staff member present suddenly appeared, blocking the crowd, trying to appease, explain, and clarify.
Pan Xianchen dropped the water gun and went to help Wen Yu. Wen Yu supported herself on the ground, trying to stand up on her own. Pan Xianchen took two quick steps and supported her arm before she fell back.
Soft and thin, like wheat stalks bent by the wind in a wheat field, so weak that they can hardly withstand a blow.
Pan Xianchen frowned, "Why are you trying so hard?"
Wen Yu was speechless. She thought she could stand, but the excruciating pain in her right foot made it difficult for her to even stand up.
Pan Xianchen noticed it and retracted his strength, only holding her in place, no longer intending to pull her up from the floor. So he bent down to adjust to the height of her kneeling position.
"What happened to your foot?"
"...Maybe...it's twisted."
"Can you stand up?"
"I'll try."
Wen Yu straightened her legs carefully. Her right foot felt like it was being stabbed by needles and cut by knives. She wanted to fall, but Pan Xianchen propped her up and used his chest as a support.
"Lean on me," he said.
He didn't need to tell her to. Wen Yu's right side was completely drained of strength, and most of her energy went into crashing into Pan Xianchen's chest. She was in pain, a cold sweat pouring down her face. Naturally, tears welled up in her eyes, and she sobbed, "No, I can't stand up."
"I'll hold you."
Wen Yu stared at Pan Xianchen as he squatted down. Peng Yan rushed over and stopped Pan Xianchen, saying, "Mr. Pan, let me do it."
Pan Xianchen looked up and saw Peng Yan and Meng Meng standing in front of him. Meng Meng looked panic-stricken, obviously she had never seen such a scene in all her years of work. Peng Yan was much calmer, but she was not much stronger than Wen Yu and was even shorter than Wen Yu.
Peng Yan supported Wen Yu on the other side and said, "Mr. Pan, this is such a big commotion. How are the city leaders handling this? They haven't left yet, right?"
She reminded him kindly.
Pan Xianchen understood, but still decisively picked up Wen Yu and said as they walked, "She can't walk on her own. Who among you can carry her?"
Peng Yan and Meng Meng followed closely behind. Wen Yu felt dizzy for a moment, and when she regained consciousness, she had reached a new level. Pan Xianchen's strong arms were wrapped around her, his solid chest pressed against her, making her feel as if she were trapped in a sturdy box, safe and secure.
Pan Xianchen's breathing was above her head, again and again, very powerful.
Wen Yu felt nervous and turned to look for Peng Yan, but Peng Yan was left behind and jogged away, not noticing anything.
"Don't move." Pan Xianchen walked faster and faster. Before leaving, he slowed down and said to Peng Yan while waiting for her, "Take her to the hospital and check if she has any broken bones. I'll handle things here. Where's your car?"
Peng Yan led the way, and Pan Xianchen put Wen Yu in the passenger seat. Wen Yu's right foot lightly hit the car door, and she shuddered in pain.
"Did you bump into her?" Pan Xianchen, still hunched over, still in the car, looked at Wen Yu's slightly furrowed brows and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"……fine."
Wen Yu lowered his eyes and didn't look at Pan Xianchen's face.
Being closer, Pan Xianchen saw two light, bright tear marks on Wen Yu's face, and his voice became softer and lower: "Why are you crying?"
Wen Yu wiped his face with the back of his hand and whispered back, "I can't help it."
Pan Xianchen curled his lips and said nothing.
Peng Yan accompanied Wen Yu through the queue, examination, and medication collection. Fortunately, Wen Yu's right foot wasn't broken, just sprained. However, a broken bone takes a hundred days to heal. The doctor said they could only use a spray for pain relief and anti-inflammatory medication, not a cure, so she had to recuperate slowly.
Wen Yu took a day off and went to work the next day using a cane.
When the elevator arrived, she was afraid they wouldn't wait for her, so she tapped her cane and took a few quick steps. Pan Xianchen came up from the basement and pressed the door open button for her in the elevator.
"Slow down."
"Thank you, Mr. Pan."
They were on the same floor, and Pan Xianchen had already pressed the elevator button. As the people in the elevator gradually exited, Pan Xianchen looked down at her feet and asked, "What's going on?"
Wen Yu replied: "Better."
"Need a cane?"
"The doctor told me to walk less."
Wen Yu supported himself with one hand on his crutches and held his cell phone with the other hand to send WeChat messages to Ye Yinuo.
Qianjin: Did you come to work today? Have you arrived yet? Do you want me to pick you up?
Wen Xiaoyu: No need, I bought a crutch.
Qianjin: Huh???
Qianjin: Is it that serious? ...Although, I feel like laughing...
Wen Xiaoyu: ...
Wen Xiaoyu: Is it that funny?
Wen Yu looked down at his crutches, then looked up at his shadow reflected on the elevator wall.
Isn't it just an inspiring image of someone who insists on going to work despite a minor injury? Wen Yu didn't understand Ye Yinuo's sense of humor. She repeatedly reviewed her chat history with Ye Yinuo, trying to figure out if she had just accidentally told a joke.
The top of the chat box showed "The other party is typing", and then showed Ye Yinuo's nickname. After several rounds of communication, Ye Yinuo simply sent a voice message.
Wen Yu clicked on it: "You are so pitiful... A few days ago, you lost your car, and now you have lost your legs... You are really, I am crying to death."
Wen Yu: “…”
There was no hint of sympathy for her in his tone. Ye Yinuo even sent a separate voice message with only laughter and no talking.
Wen Yu: “…”
laugh.
Smile, smile, smile.
Wen Yu tilted her head to look at Pan Xianchen: "Boss Pan, why are you laughing too?"
Pan Xianchen lowered his raised lip and looked at her with a smile. "The car is gone. How did you get here? Did anyone give you a ride?"
"I'll take a taxi."
Pan Xianchen nodded, which meant there was no one to pick him up.
"Don't rush to leave after get off work."
It's impossible not to rush off to get off work. Even with a cane, Wen Yu still walked out like a gust of wind. But her right foot did hinder her speed. She was the first person to stand up from her workstation, but in the end, she was the last one to leave the office.
Wen Yu: “…”
Ye Yinuo looked back from the front: "You really don't need my help?"
"Need not."
Wen Yu stood on the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
It was rush hour after work, and the taxi app hadn't accepted any orders for a long time. When he finally got one, it was only 200 meters away and he had to wait for ten minutes! Wen Yu was so scared that he canceled the order and clicked the next one. The next one: 150 meters away, wait for fifteen minutes.
Wen Yu: “…”
It’s not as good as the two hundred just now.
She sighed, scanning for nearby vehicles again while watching the cars and people passing by. She stood under a roadside tree, the non-motorized vehicle lane in front of her. E-scooters and bicycles were crowded together, parked in a staggered pattern, waiting for the red light.
The light turned green. The electric scooters and bicycles rushed out. Wen Yu watched them and thought of migrating ants.
A car squeaked—a car unceremoniously pulled up in front of her. The Meituan and Ele.me drivers behind her honked their horns frantically, a unique urban traffic jam. But no one dared to squeeze through the gap, because the car blocking the road was a Maybach.
The passenger window of the Maybach rolled down, and Wen Yu saw Pan Xianchen sitting in the driver's seat. He said to her, "Get in. I'll take you there."
Wen Yu bent down slightly and pointed at his phone: "No need, Mr. Pan, I'll take a taxi."
Pan Xianchen said, "Cancel. Hurry up and get in the car. The people behind me are yelling at me."
“…”
After Wen Yu got in the car, the Maybach drove off, and soon, the cursing people behind him were left far behind.
Inside the car, soft music played at a very low volume. The car perfume, a steel-gray windmill, was clamped to the air vent, spinning steadily with the whirring cold wind. It smelled like a woody scent, a mixture of cedar and bergamot.
It smelled good. Wen Yu felt comfortable.
While waiting for the red light at the intersection, Pan Xianchen said, "Didn't I tell you to wait for me after work?" He had to run an errand that afternoon and rushed back to work. The large office was already deserted. He thought Wen Yu had left, but when he pulled out, he saw a lame man hailing a car on the side of the road.
Wen Yu said, "You didn't ask me to wait for you. You told me not to leave after get off work." "..." Pan Xianchen glanced at her serious expression and smiled, "Okay, I didn't explain it clearly."
Green light, drive.
Pan Xianchen turned the steering wheel and said, "Next time you get in my car, can you please not be so shy? This is the first time I've been scolded by so many people."
"Who's being coy?"
"you."
"Why am I shy?"
"He was so slow to get on the bus."
"How would I know it was you? Don't you drive a Volkswagen?" Wen Yu argued confidently.
Pan Xianchen stared at her amusedly: "Didn't you hit the Volkswagen?"
“…”
Wen Yu was no longer so confident and said in a lower voice, "Oh, well, you should get your car repaired. I haven't transferred the money to you yet."
"No, the car is sold."
ah?
Wen Yu whispered even more quietly: "Is it because I bumped into you?"
"Um."
“…”
Pan Xianchen smiled and said, "If you feel embarrassed, just treat me to a meal."
Wen Yu took a look at the top-of-the-line car interior and asked tentatively, "Staff cafeteria?"
"You're too stingy."
All right.
"So what do you want to eat?"
Pan Xianchen didn't answer. He drove the car into a building surrounded by a fence, quickly reversed the car, stopped the car, and turned off the engine.
"Let's go."
Wen Yu looked around at the completely unfamiliar surroundings and suddenly realized that this was the destination Pan Xianchen had chosen from the beginning. He asked her to get in the car, and she got in. He didn't ask her where she was going, and she forgot to tell him the address, so he took her directly here.
What a smooth combo.
Pan Xianchen got out of the car and walked around to Wen Yu's side, opened the door for her, and deliberately teased her: "No way, you're taking so long getting out of the car?"
Wen Yu got off the car lightly, still reviewing in her mind how she got here.
"This is a private restaurant run by my friend. Is that okay?"
Wen Yu said resignedly, "You decide. I'll treat you anyway."
This place is quite elegant. A bamboo fence encloses a plot of land. The dense foliage enhances privacy without creating a sense of crampedness or fortification. Wind filters through the gaps between the leaves, as does sunlight. Stone bricks, cut into rugged patterns, line the path, creating a winding path. On the left, a pit is dug for watering water lilies and koi carp. To the right, a small bridge with carved railings and a lush bamboo forest create the image of a water town with misty willows and painted bridges.
Pan Xianchen led Wen Yu inside with familiar ease. The private room was already prepared, with a rectangular walnut table and a paper-carved lantern hanging overhead. The windows were also wooden, slightly slit. The plain gauze curtains swelled in the wind, gently fluttering like waves. The door opposite the window was surprisingly a unique round hole, giving the impression of straying into an ancient garden.
"Is the environment okay?" Pan Xianchen poured her some water from a porcelain pot. "My friend who owns this shop is Ning Kai. I gave him some advice when he was renovating it."
"Hmm." Wen Yu looked around and said, "It's different from others. It's quite special."
Ning Kai walked in at this time, glanced at Pan Xianchen with a smile, and then looked at Wen Yu: "Who is this? Why haven't I seen him before?"
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