"I didn't hear it." The phone was on silent mode at some point, and Bai Ningshuang had called twice, but she hadn't answered either.
"From now on, you must be home before 10 o'clock. If you can't do that, don't go out at all." He loosened his collar, revealing his perfectly curved collarbone, his expression as irritable as ever.
Xiang Jin smiled.
"Don't worry, even if a woman like me loses face, it won't be your fault. Why bother?" So what if you're afraid she'll embarrass you? If you look down on her so much, why did you even bother with this whole thing in the first place?
As a stunt double, she was very aware of her role.
Murong Xiao was slightly taken aback.
He sneered, "You deliberately got close to Gu Feiyang, aren't you just embarrassing me?"
Xiang Jin lowered his eyes: "I don't care who Master Xiao makes friends with, and Master Xiao had better not care about me either."
Why can he be so intimate with Fang Xinman in public and in private, while she can't even have normal contact with him?
"Is that so?" He suddenly walked towards her and pinched her chin. "Then I'm warning you for the last time: stay away from Gu Feiyang. If I run into you again, things won't be so simple."
Xiang Jin sneered.
"Murong Xiao, you think it's right that magistrates are allowed to set fires while common people are forbidden to light lamps?"
“In China, I am the law, don’t you understand?” His breath was cold.
I understand, of course I understand.
So she gave up struggling.
"I'm a little tired, I'm going back to sleep." Xiang Jin finished writing hastily, threw the note aside, and turned to leave the room.
Aunt Yang was carrying ginger soup when she reached the door. Just as she was about to knock, the door opened, and the bowl of scalding ginger soup spilled all over Xiang Jin's wrist.
"Madam, are you alright? Oh dear! Your hands are all burned red." Aunt Yang was startled and immediately became flustered and at a loss.
"It's nothing." Xiang Jin gestured and prepared to go back to her room.
Murong Xiao suddenly walked up, grabbed her wrist and examined it carefully. His brows furrowed immediately: "Go get the medicine box!"
The spot where he held her felt slightly hot, like her heart being teased by a feather, a pain sharper than a burn. She forcefully pulled her hand away, didn't look at him, and turned back to her room.
Xiang Jin replied to Bai Ning Shuang's message.
"What do you need me for, Shuangshuang?"
Bai Ning sent a big smiley face: "It's nothing, you'll know in a couple of days. We always have to keep the mystery surprise a secret, right?"
As if that beaming expression were right before his eyes, Xiang Jin raised the corners of his lips: "Then why don't you tell me in a couple of days?"
"I'm so excited, I can't sleep, hahaha."
Xiang Jin: "..."
While chatting with Bai Ningshuang, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Murong Xiao walked in with ointment in hand, followed by Aunt Yang who was carrying ginger soup.
"Come over here and apply the medicine," he commanded.
Xiang Jin didn't move.
"You'd better not push me to my limits, or I have a million ways to torture you, Gu Feiyang." His tone was as cold as ice.
Xiang Jin walked up to him.
"You're willing to sacrifice for him." He roughly grabbed her hand and brutally applied the medicine, causing Xiang Jin to wince in pain.
It wasn't that she was willing to sacrifice herself for Gu Feiyang, but rather that she didn't want to complicate matters and involve innocent people.
After he finished applying the medicine, he roughly shook off her hand.
He had his back to her, seemingly trying his best to suppress something, and after a long while he asked, "When did it start?"
She remembers clearly when she started liking Gu Feiyang, even his love for financial news and spicy food, and she couldn't wait to divorce him.
Um?
What do you mean by "when did it start"? What is he talking about?
"Enough! I don't want to hear it!" How stupid was he? He didn't want to hear it, but he couldn't help asking. He was so shameless that he tore open his wounds and let her rub salt in them. What had he, Murong Xiao, fallen for that made him so easily led by the nose?
Xiang Jin looked down at her hands and said nothing.
"Drink the ginger soup." After a while, he pointed to the bowl on the table next to him.
Xiang Jin shook her head; she didn't want to drink, nor was she in the mood.
"I told you, don't push me to my limits." He impatiently wiped the remaining ointment from his hands, his expression growing increasingly gloomy.
Xiang Jin picked up the ginger soup with a blank expression and drank it all in one gulp. Because she drank it too fast, she choked and coughed for a long time. Not only did her face turn red from coughing, but tears were also almost coming out.
Murong Xiao's expression softened slightly.
He reached out to pat her back, but as soon as he raised his hand, Xiang Jin had already walked away.
She went and poured herself a glass of water.
After gulping down a large cup, Xiang Jin turned around and saw that Murong Xiao was still standing there. She put down the cup and waited for him to speak.
"Quit your job in a couple of days." It wasn't a suggestion, it was an order.
Xiang Jin was stunned.
She quickly took out her drawing board and wrote: "No, I need to work! Murong Xiao, you have no right to tell me what to do!"
Murong Xiao scoffed coldly: "You have no right to negotiate with me."
Xiang Jin was trembling with anger. Her job was her only source of income, and she absolutely could not lose it: "You, you've gone too far! I will never agree to this."
"It's not up to you." With that, he opened the door and left the room.
Xiang Jin was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night.
She tossed and turned, over and over again. At first, she was angry with him, then she hated him, and later all she could think about was how to escape from him.
This person has an excessively strong desire for control; it's truly terrifying.
It was almost dawn when Xiang Jin finally drifted off to sleep. Not long after, Zhou Zhou came upstairs and knocked on the door.
"Madam, Xiao Liu is waiting downstairs, asking when you can go out."
Xiang Jin threw off the covers and went out. "Go out of what door?"
"Didn't we say we were going to the hospital? Madam, why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" Zhou Zhou quickly found her two sets of clothes, but Xiang Jin was still sitting on the bed lost in thought. Go to the hospital? What for? She wasn't sick.
Even after getting into the car, Xiang Jin still didn't understand what was going on.
Zhou Zhou first gave her a haphazard examination, using the VIP channel, and then led her into a room where a doctor with gray hair was sitting.
He examined the form for a long time, then adjusted his glasses: "Madam's throat injury isn't serious, it's just that it was delayed for too long, missing the optimal treatment time, so..."
"Dr. Wu, please, you are the young master's most trusted doctor, is there any hope for Madam?"
"Judging from the current condition, there is still a glimmer of hope, but I need to conduct further analysis before I can draw a conclusion. By the way, what is your wife's current job?"
Xiang Jin was taken aback, then picked up his pen and wrote: "I work in the warehouse of a courier company."
"No wonder... Judging from the examination results, your throat condition has worsened recently. It should be due to excessive dust in the warehouse. I suggest you resign and take a break for a while."
Is it okay to wear a mask at work?
"While masks offer some protection, they are not a long-term solution. I still recommend resigning."
Xiang Jin nodded and wrote, "Okay, thank you."
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