Chapter 51 Chapter 51 Accident
Life finally returned to normal after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. Song Zhihan still went to Zhong Xiuwen's house for dinner, but now she was there to meet her boyfriend's mother.
Honestly, she was quite nervous. Clutching her bag strap, Song Zhihan stared at the dilapidated staircase, taking a deep breath. Before, Zhong Xiuwen hadn't known her identity and had only considered her an interesting client. But now that her status had suddenly changed, she wasn't sure how Zhong Xiuwen would react.
Lin Jie rushed over and saw her standing there without moving. He couldn't help but tease her, "What's wrong? Are you nervous or shy?"
He enjoyed seeing Song Zhihan's shyness and nervousness, which made him feel that she cared about him. Only when you really like someone will you care about his family's attitude. He enjoyed it very much and even felt a subtle sense of happiness.
Song Zhihan tugged at his sleeve and grumbled with a pout, "A little bit. Don't you think Aunt Zhong thinks I came to eat here for ulterior motives? What if she doesn't want to be with me anymore?"
Lin Jie put his arm around her waist as they walked inside, his tone casual, "Don't you have any ulterior motives?"
He stared at Song Zhihan, his eyes clearly saying, admit it, you're after me.
Song Zhihan smiled sweetly and pinched his arm, confessing the matter: "I did have ulterior motives. Before, it was Aunt Zhong, and now it's Aunt Zhong's son."
Lin Jie wanted to kiss her, but considering the busy stairs, his eyes stayed on her lips for a moment, then turned away. His Adam's apple rolled and he let out a muffled laugh.
"Don't be nervous or worried. My mother has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She has long treated you as her own daughter."
Otherwise, why would he adjust the menu for her, and why would he defend her in front of others? Moreover, even strangers who had never met her could hardly dislike Song Zhihan.
Hearing his praise, Song Zhihan felt a little flattered. She thought so too. She had a good personality, was pretty, and could provide emotional value to Aunt Zhong. How could she not be liked by her? They got along very well in the past six months.
Filled with confidence, he felt he had enough energy to climb the stairs, but it was only enough to get him to the second floor. There were still two more floors and nearly eighty steps to go. So tired... Glancing at the calm and composed Lin Jie, Song Zhihan glanced at him and, feeling at ease, clung to him and acted coquettishly.
"Ah... I'm so tired, I can't walk anymore, my legs are going to break..."
No matter what, I just refused to move a step.
Lin Jie suppressed his laughter and pulled her arm, holding her in his arms. He asked in a knowing tone, "What should we do? Rest for a while?"
"But I'm so hungry and I want to eat quickly."
"It sounds like the only way to solve your problem is to have an elevator appear out of thin air." After a rational analysis, Lin Jie came up with an absurd suggestion.
Song Zhihan threw her arms around his neck without a care in the world, rubbing her head against his chest, and kept nagging him like she was going off on a tangent: "Please hold me, I'm so tired. I spent the whole morning writing a manuscript, and my hands and feet are sore, and I feel uncomfortable everywhere." Then she looked at him with resentful eyes: "You don't even know how to feel sorry for me."
This sin was too great. Lin Jie dared not complain at all. He hugged her around the waist and rushed home. He even deliberately jogged as he carried Song Zhihan. Song Zhihan was so frantic that she could only hug his neck tightly with her arms and pat him from time to time: "Can you slow down?"
Lin Jie's words seemed to be waiting behind him. He said confidently, "Aren't you hungry? I feel bad for your stomach."
Seeing his arrogant look, Song Zhihan felt his teeth itching, so he bit his neck, holding a piece of meat with his teeth and biting it gently. He didn't use much force, and to Lin Jie, it was no different from being scratched by a cat.
He would fight back, but his method would be much gentler, punishing her for this torturous tactic with soft and gentle kisses.
When Zhong Xiuwen opened the door, she saw two people hugging and kissing each other, especially her cold-hearted son, who was almost clingy. She was so scared that she almost slammed the door in their faces.
But someone was more scared than her. When Song Zhihan heard the door open, she didn't dare to move. She buried her head deeper into Lin Jie, wishing she could disappear on the spot.
Lin Jie didn't blush or feel nervous. He put Song Zhihan down, pulled her out again, and said to Zhong Xiuwen openly, "Mom, Zhihan and I are together."
Song Zhihan blushed, coughed lightly, and pretended to be calm: "Aunt Zhong, we... are indeed in love."
Zhong Xiuwen looked at the two of them and laughed gossipingly, then took Song Zhihan's arm and walked into the house, saying as she walked, "I've been looking forward to this day..."
The two of them walked away arm in arm, leaving Lin Jie standing stupidly at the door. He frowned and then chuckled.
If I remember correctly, he is my biological son, why is he treated like a son-in-law?
Facts have proved that Song Zhihan was always worrying too much. Zhong Xiuwen was not unfamiliar with her but became closer to her, almost calling her daughter-in-law.
After dinner, the two went to work together. Well-fed and well-fed, holding hands, Song Zhihan unexpectedly felt like an old married couple. Her gaze fell on their interlocked hands, and she recalled Li Daizhen's wedding. For the first time, she felt a yearning for the event. Glancing up, she caught sight of Lin Jie's profile, and couldn't help but laugh. Lin Jie's presence seemed to make her even more excited.
Lin Jie had no idea what was going on in her little head, but he felt just as peaceful and calm inside. He had once thought he'd live a lonely life, and that being alone would be much easier. But looking at Song Zhihan, he realized those previous thoughts were foolish. Being in love, especially with Song Zhihan, was truly fascinating. Watching her act like a spoiled brat, watching her blush with shyness, watching her raise her head and make unreasonable demands—everything that happened to her made Lin Jie feel that life was truly interesting.
If he had the ability to go back to the past, the first thing he would do is to tell his 18-year-old self not to worry or hesitate, but to go to Class 14 of Grade 11 to find a girl named Song Zhihan and have a lasting relationship with her.
Walking down the stairs, the sun, which peeked through a few cracks in the thick clouds, poured down onto the winter earth, a long-lost warmth washing over him, leaving him feeling refreshed. Song Zhihan squinted his eyes in contentment, stretched out his arms, and then, like a bungee jumper, landed in Lin Jie's arms.
He lowered his head just in time for a kiss.
The beautiful picture of a handsome man and a beautiful woman was broken by the crisp sound of something falling from a high altitude.
The sudden change made Lin Jie panic and protect Song Zhihan's head. The pain slowly revived, and warm and sticky liquid flowed down his forehead.
Song Zhihan only felt a darkness. When she realized what was happening, she only saw what was in Lin Jie's hand and the small object that fell beside him. It was a Rubik's Cube with sharp edges.
She looked up with sharp eyes, and on the windowsill on the fifth floor, Dong Kai's gloating smile flashed by.
It's him again, but I can't take care of him right now.
She nervously checked Lin Jie's wound, and took out her cell phone to dial 120.
"How are you? Does it hurt? You're bleeding... I saw it. It was Dong Kai. He threw it."
She took out a tissue from her bag and pressed it on Lin Jie's bleeding wound. The blood quickly dyed the pure white paper red and dripped onto the ground, looking particularly scary.
Lin Jie covered his wound and first smiled to comfort her: "I'm fine, just a scratch." Then he fixed his eyes on the Rubik's Cube: "Call the police. Don't touch this thing. There may be fingerprints on it."
The security facilities in the old community are not that complete, and there are many gaps in the surveillance. Dong Kai must have known this and was so bold as to hurt people secretly.
Lin Jie said it was very important, so Song Zhihan put her bag next to the Rubik's Cube as a warning sign. She sat with Lin Jie on the pond in the flower bed, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
Seeing her face full of tension, Lin Jie pressed the wound and rubbed her cheek with one hand: "I'm really fine, don't worry."
That was true, but the tragic sight of him bleeding still made Song Zhihan's eyes wet. She had shallow tear ducts to begin with, and seeing Lin Jie being seriously injured and trying to comfort her made her feel even more uncomfortable.
When she started crying, Lin Jie had no other options but to let her cry, wiping her tears from time to time. The two of them cuddled together, one with blood all over her head and face, the other silently shedding tears. The medical staff's hearts sank at the sight of this, and all sorts of fatal illnesses flashed through their minds.
After repeated inspections, they were so angry that they almost laughed. Someone who didn't know them would think they were committing suicide, but it turned out to be just a scratch. They bandaged the wound quickly, reminded him that it would be best to go to the hospital for a CT scan, and then the group packed up the car.
Seeing Lin Jie's head wrapped up like a wounded soldier, Song Zhihan felt worried and wanted to laugh. Finally, with a distorted face, he said to Lin Jie, "I've asked for leave for both of us. We'll just stay downstairs to prevent Dong Kai from sneaking away."
Lin Jie had the same idea and planned to wait until the police arrived before making any plans.
The local police were very efficient. They arrived just as the ambulance left. Looking at Lin Jie's wound, the police officer asked him, "You were the ones who called the police, right? What happened? Please tell us the details of the incident."
Lin Jie truthfully recounted what had just happened. The police officer frowned after listening, looked around, and whispered, "This case is difficult to handle. There's no surveillance here. Even if we do find him, if he says it wasn't intentional, we won't be able to proceed with any follow-up."
Song Zhihan was anxious: "He did it on purpose!"
The policeman waved his hand and said, "You don't have the final say. We need to hear the testimony of both parties involved. How about this? Take me upstairs and talk to the person who threw the things."
Lin Jie looked at the fallen Rubik's Cube and added, "Please keep this thing first and see if it can be used later."
Song Zhihan was originally going to accompany him up, but he caught a glimpse of the lady picking vegetables watching in the corner, and an idea came to him. He whispered a few words to Lin Jie and walked towards the corner.
Lin Jie went upstairs with the police. After the commotion, the residents upstairs all leaned on the windows to watch. Zhong Xiumen was no exception. But when she saw that the person walking with the police was Lin Jie, and that there was such a conspicuous wound on his head, she panicked and ran out without even changing her shoes.
When she went out, she happened to meet Lin Jie who was bringing the police upstairs. The mother and son looked at each other. She rarely showed her worry about her son and kept looking at his head. Lin Jie also comforted her and looked upstairs with cold eyes.
"You go back first, and let me handle this matter."
Zhong Xiuwen was naturally worried, but when she saw Lin Jie's reassuring look, her heart settled back into her stomach. Her son had never given her any worries since he was a child. If he said he could do something, he would definitely be able to do it.
But... Zhong Xiuwen began to question herself. Did she really want to end up in this situation just to fight for her dignity? This time it was a minor injury, but what about next time? Would Lin Jie be so lucky again? Or would Dong Kai continue to kill him? He was a madman. He didn't consider the consequences of his actions at all.
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The author has something to say: I'll have Dong offline tomorrow, and then there will be a few more small plots, and it will almost be over [glasses]
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