"No...it's impossible!" Zhao Ashuang became agitated. "Xiao Rong, how could you doubt me! I..."
“That day, Yan-ge was injured, and Yuan-yuan wasn’t by his side. He almost lost his life! I was busy taking care of him; how could I have had the time or energy to scheme against you? Besides…”
Zhao Ashuang was incoherent, both angry and aggrieved, "Besides, what you're talking about, tipping someone off, I don't understand! What tipping or message would I give Yuan Yuan?"
He was on pins and needles, his voice trembling as he struggled to hold back tears. He had come today in high spirits, believing that someone like him didn't deserve anything, and that just seeing Xiao Rong once would be enough...
But in the end, it was just wishful thinking on my part.
Xiao Rong immediately launched into suspicion and questioning, giving him no chance to catch his breath.
"I don't understand what you're talking about," Zhao Ashuang said softly after calming down. "In short, I didn't do any of those things you're talking about!"
"Okay, don't be angry. I was just in a hurry and said things without thinking."
Xiao Rong pushed the coffee he had ordered in front of him.
At Meng Yan's house, he had seen Zhao Ashuang drink this kind of coffee, which was made from a local coffee bean in Biandu. When Zhao Ashuang drank it, she would always add a little vanilla extract.
Today he also reminded the bar owner to add vanilla extract to the coffee.
"This... you can still handle the taste, right?"
Xiao Rong chuckled at him, and Zhao Ashuang was overwhelmed with mixed feelings at that moment.
"Xiao Rong..."
"I misunderstood." Xiao Rong's eyes were sincere. "Yuan Yuan is a simple girl, and I was just too afraid that she would get hurt."
"Didn't you leave? What exactly happened?"
"That night... I ran into some trouble."
"Then what does it mean to tip off Yuan Yuan?"
“This…” Xiao Rong smiled but did not answer.
Zhao Ashuang didn't need to know this; his reaction was already very satisfactory to him.
Xiao Rong was relieved; his guess had been confirmed. Zhao Ashuang indeed did not have the guts or the ability.
The person who made Huo Jiayuan leave the boat that night shouldn't have been Zhao Ashuang. He thought back carefully; the problem must have been with the little flower girl. Huo Jiayuan hadn't boarded the boat in time after receiving the roses.
She must know something...
But the little girl had long since disappeared, and there were no useful clues on the rose that had been thrown in the trash can.
Huo Jiayuan had never been to this border town before, and apart from Zhao Ashuang and Meng Yan, she didn't know anyone else. But one of them was critically injured, and the other was busy caring for the wounded and couldn't spare a moment...
Therefore, the person who tipped off Huo Jiayuan to prevent her from boarding the ship was firstly someone who knew him very well, and secondly, someone who knew all of his plans!
Most importantly, this person did it for Huo Jiayuan!
Xiao Rong felt a chill run down his spine, as if a pair of eyes were watching him from the shadows.
"Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong?"
Zhao Ashuang's voice pulled him back to reality. He composed himself, smiled slightly, and almost knocked over his wine glass.
"You're injured too?"
"It was that night," Xiao Rong said in a deep voice, "I couldn't leave, and then an accident happened. I protected Yuan Yuan and..."
"Yuan Yuan is injured too?" Zhao Ashuang was very worried.
"She's fine, and I won't let anything happen to her."
"That's good..." Zhao Ashuang recalled the moments she spent with Huo Jiayuan and gave a wry smile. Huo Jiayuan was a little angel, and also a warm little sun.
She was also the first to tell him that there is nothing shameful about being transgender, and that people only see everything as dirty when their hearts are dirty.
Although he didn't know who Huo Jiayuan really was, he could tell that she was a girl who had always been pampered by her family.
She can't go home now, and the border area is a chaotic place. She must be very scared.
And Meng Yan...
Although he survived, he has been bedridden for more than half a month, practically useless. When he is not fully conscious, he calls out Huo Jiayuan's name; when he is conscious, he stares blankly at the ceiling, probably thinking of Huo Jiayuan's image.
If only we could let them meet...
"By the way, Shuang," Xiao Rong suddenly asked, "how is Meng Yan...?"
Zhao Ashuang glanced at him, remained silent for a moment, and then told him the truth: "It's not too good. That competition was an accident. The thing he took before the competition... sigh, anyway, he was ambushed. I guess it was Fatty... but who knows, it's hard to say."
Xiao Rong narrowed his eyes, picked up the wine in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp.
"Yan-ge is seriously injured. He's only just out of danger. What will happen to him in the future... we'll have to wait and see."
"Give this to him."
"What?"
Zhao Ashuang was taken aback. He saw Xiao Rong had thrown several packets of medicine on the table. He picked them up and smelled them; they all had a herbal fragrance.
"Here are a few packets of prepared herbs. Take them to Meng Yan."
"this……"
"Don't worry." Xiao Rong smiled. "It was all Yuan Yuan's doing."
"Yuan Yuan?" Zhao Ashuang was taken aback.
“Yes, Meng Yan should know that Yuan Yuan knows a little about this.” Xiao Rong raised his hand. “That night I was also beaten half to death, and Yuan Yuan has been making me a medicinal soup with this herb ever since. This formula is for reducing swelling and stopping bleeding, and it is indeed effective.”
"Really..." Zhao Ashuang laughed, "Yuan Yuan can even prepare medicine!"
Xiao Rong nodded, but there was something meaningful in his smile.
He had already sensed that something was wrong with the medicine.
Huo Jiayuan spent his childhood in Southeast Asia, and so did he. When Huo Jiayuan was learning herbal formulas from the famous doctors of the Southeast Asian royal family, how could he not have heard about them? With such exposure, how could he not have noticed that there was something wrong with those medicines?
In fact, Huo Jiayuan must have known that there was something wrong with the medicine!
But she still gave it to him!
What exactly does she mean? Does she want to harm him?
Xiao Rong clenched his fists tightly, a cold glint in his eyes.
"In that case, I'll thank you on behalf of Brother Yan!" Zhao Ashuang said with a smile.
"No need to be so polite," Xiao Rong said calmly. "He took good care of Yuan Yuan before, so I should thank him. Shuang, when you get back, don't forget to tell him... this medicine was specially prepared for him by Yuan Yuan, understand?"
He emphasized the word "deliberately," almost grinding it into pieces.
Zhao Ashuang didn't understand what he meant and kept smiling as she replied, "Yes, yes, I understand! This is Yuan Yuan's way of showing her affection for him!"
"Yes." Xiao Rong sneered, "Good that you understand!"
...
Meanwhile, Huo Jiayuan was also rummaging through Xiao Rong's room.
She didn't know what she wanted to find, she just flipped through the pages aimlessly. The words on that note were shocking, like a lingering nightmare, always haunting her mind.
Be careful of the people around you.
Besides Xiao Rong, who else could be considered her close associate?
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