If you have nowhere to go, you can stay.
Jiang Songhe hid in the ward bathroom and changed his clothes at a snail's pace. He hoped that Jonathan would be like he had dreamed a few hours earlier, that time was precious and patience was limited, and that by the time he finally came out, he was already annoyed and left with his human wall of bodyguards.
Even someone with intellectual disabilities could change into a full set of complicated clothes in half an hour, not to mention that Lin Duole thoughtfully treated his boss as a cripple and brought him a casual sweater with a pullover zip-up collar.
Jiang Songhe leaned against the wall and went out, but Jonathan did not leave. Instead, he stood in a row with the other two people in the ward, ready to go.
Judging from the situation, he could step out of the bathroom and, without even going any further, be immediately escorted back home.
Being treated as an old, weak, sick, or disabled person made Jiang Songhe very uncomfortable. He suppressed his dizziness, shrugged, and stood up straight, saying stiffly, "I've almost recovered. I can manage on my own. You can all go back now."
Jonathan stretched out his arm, placed his palm against the wall behind Jiang Songhe's ear, and waved his index finger in front of Jiang Songhe's eyes: "Wow, that's amazing! Then tell me, how exactly is it 'completely possible'?"
Jiang Songhe's eyes were glared at so brightly that his head throbbed with pain. He immediately stopped following the light and suppressed the urge to vomit. He narrowed his eyes and replied evasively, "My car is at the hospital. It would be too much trouble to come back again."
"Can you drive yourself like this?" Jonathan raised an eyebrow, stopped torturing her with his fingers, and instead mocked, "Six days apart, and you've developed a side job, becoming a road menace?"
Then, he spread his five fingers and showed Jiang Songhe the Luman car keys that had been confiscated without his knowledge: "In order to protect the travel safety of the citizens of Jingting, this 'can' be rejected."
Jiang Songhe reached out and grabbed a handful, but found nothing. A sudden buzzing sound came from his temples, his eyebrows furrowed, and he forced out a resentful sentence: "I'll call a designated driver."
"Oh? What are you calling for?" The top singer also took away the stubborn patient's phone.
Seeing his handsome face, which had just regained some color, turn deathly pale again, Jonathan stopped teasing him, stood up, withdrew his hand, and patted Vasin's muscular biceps with his phone: "Calling a designated driver is too much trouble. I brought a driver with me."
Jiang Songhe realized that he couldn't argue with anyone in his current situation, so he could only grit his teeth and accept his fate.
Not only did they admit defeat, but they also had to back down.
Jonathan gave Vasin a wink, then tapped Jiang Songhe's lower body with his chin. Vasin understood, stepped forward, bent over, and stretched out his arms, one above the other, as if to give Jiang Songhe a princess carry.
"You, you're being ridiculous!" Jiang Songhe grabbed the door frame with her backhand and pushed Wasin's shoulder, resisting desperately.
"What's wrong now?" Jonathan tapped his lips with his forearm, then gave a smug look of sudden realization. "No wonder, you probably think this guy is too rude. Otherwise, shall I do it?"
After speaking, Vasin and Jonathan switched places. Vasin's chin was tickled by the silver hair, and a familiar scent filled his nostrils, which intensified Jiang Songhe's dizziness that he could not suppress.
He watched as half of his body was lifted up by a porcelain-white forearm that revealed a section of bandage.
Jiang Songhe's breath caught in his throat and he lost his strength. In desperation, he turned his gaze to Lin Duole, who was standing to the side, completely oblivious and dumbfounded. He half-ordered and half-asked for help, "Go and borrow a wheelchair for me!"
Caught off guard by his boss's sharp glare, Lin Duole, clutching a bag of medicine, shuddered as if waking from a dream: "Huh?"
"Huh? What? Hurry up and go?!?!?!"
-
Jiang Songhe, her face ashen, huddled in her wheelchair, silently being pushed by Vasin toward the parking lot.
It's not even five o'clock in Jingting time yet, and it's still dark.
With vision diminished by the darkness, hearing became exceptionally sharp. The sound of wheels rolling side-by-side came from beside them, and soon, Lin Duole's stammering voice mingled in: "J...Janus, you came back to China to see President Jiang, was it about 'Yan...'"
"Lin Duole!" Jiang Songhe yanked the handbrake lever, the rubber wheel scraping against the ground with a dull screech. "These two are guests from afar, please help push me, thank you for your trouble."
“A guest?” Jonathan stopped in response, put his arms around his neck and looked back. His face was indistinct under the dim streetlights, but his long fingers resting on his elbows could be seen tapping a few times erratically.
Lin Duole handed over the suitcase he had volunteered to pull for his idol to Vasin, hung the bag of medicine on the handle of the wheelchair, and took over pushing the boss all the way to the side door of Luman.
Jonathan handed the car keys and phone to Vasin. After Vasin moved to the driver's seat, he skillfully got in, started the car, and warmed it up. Once the whole process was over, he didn't open the door for Jiang Songhe or help the patient get into the car.
Lin Duole helped Jiang Songhe stand up from the wheelchair, glancing around at this and then at that, and wisely opened the car door for the boss, which he had tried to open several times but failed. Then he tried to help the boss get in, but the boss raised his hand to stop him.
“No need. Last night until now counts as overtime. Just fill it out truthfully. Go back after returning the wheelchair.” Jiang Songhe said to Lin Duole, clutching her stomach. After speaking, she pursed her lips and looked at Jonathan, who hadn’t moved an inch outside the car. “You too, get some rest.”
"I'll arrange a car to take your man back, thank you." Jiang Songhe used the back of the front seat for support to reach the door handle and pull the heavy metal hinge over.
Jiang Songhe shifted his gaze from the faint scab on his thin lips. The car door was already half closed. He straightened up and pulled his arm back forcefully.
It was not confiscated.
Jiang Songhe looked at the car door with a puzzled expression, only to see a white, spider-like hand on the inner window glass. The sickly expression hidden in the reflection was torn apart by the spider web left by the dragging fingertip. The next second, the car door opened wide against the force.
The winter wind carried a faint fragrance into the car, along with a silver-haired figure.
The outline of the scab suddenly became clear. Jiang Songhe was enveloped in a cool fragrance. He sniffed and his Adam's apple bobbed. He turned his head and asked, "Is something wrong?"
“Yes, it’s important.” Jonathan closed the car door with Jiang Songhe’s hand. “I’ll take you home, and while I’m at it, I’ll do something.”
"...?!"
"guest."
-
Jiang Songhe's mind was in turmoil. Her hand was forcefully snatched away and held, now resting on the lap of the person sitting next to her, making her even more confused.
Why did Jonathan suddenly return to China? How did he come to know Wu Fangsi? Did he know that "Yan Ge Xing" was in trouble? What was he trying to do by coming here specifically? Was he personally rejecting the cooperation offer? Or did he want to continue playing the game?
Or perhaps he's simply here to see Wu Fangsi? The striking resemblance between him and Wu Fangsi suggests a deep connection; what is their relationship...?
The tangled mess in my head gradually sank down and moved to my stomach.
The spasmodic pain reminded Jiang Songhe of the cause of his alcohol poisoning: there was a problem with "Yan Ge Xing". Yes, his immediate priority should be solving the most pressing issue, not getting bogged down in all that messy, irrelevant stuff like a pretentious young man.
So he imagined himself as a gecko, cut off one of his arms, and tried to put the rest of his body into a virtual, shielding shield against distractions.
He racked his brains to recall what Liang Jinping had said in the G6club888 private room before he fainted.
"How could Yunhe be so unlucky as to have its drama clash with Ciyi's this year? Their company isn't third in the industry for nothing! Big fish eat little fish, little fish eat shrimp! They are the big fish, and you are the shrimp!"
"Crossing tracks," "not coming for nothing"... Ciyi, "third in the industry," must have been behind the scenes producing competing projects more than once, making it a company with less financial strength and status than Ciyi.
To break the deadlock, we must first understand their usual methods of suppression.
"Big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimp."
Big fish, big fish, fish, fish, fish...
"If you do this, I won't feel any pain."
"Does it hurt?" "Does it hurt?"
"I'm going to fucking eat you right now!"①
Shrimp, shrimp, shrimp...
“bowed into a shrimp shape”, “Diamond Ash”, “a white man named Ryan”, “kneeling”, “between legs”②
"The medicine I got from Ryan... cough cough... isn't working too well~"③
"Am I about to win?"
...
The Luman car stopped abruptly, and Jiang Songhe clenched his fist and pulled his hand away.
"What's wrong? You're sweating a lot," Jonathan asked with concern, reaching out to touch Jiang Songhe's forehead.
Jiang Songhe instinctively leaned back to avoid it, and after realizing what was happening, she turned her head to look out the car window.
"I have arrived."
-
The Jiang family villa was an open-air structure without walls. Jiang Songhe remotely raised the garage door, guided Vasin to park the car, and then said goodbye to Jonathan: "Could you please take me back? Where are you staying in Jingting? Give me an address and I'll call a car to take you back."
You, you, you.
Jonathan's smile visibly vanished, replaced by the weariness of jet lag. His thin lips parted and closed in a daze for a long time before he suddenly laughed again: "Nah…Don't even f*cking bother."
After Vasin took their suitcases out of the trunk, Jonathan cursed at the garage door, "Dillydally you putz," and turned to walk out of the area.
Slang was a bit too advanced for Jiang Songhe, but he clearly remembered that the last time he had an unpleasant falling out with Jonah was in a similar situation—
Jonathan laughed and started speaking in English, his words conveying a sense of never wanting to see each other again, before turning and leaving without looking back.
This time, however, his words lacked the official decorum of the last time, and included profanity.
The person didn't have a room key to throw back by flicking their wrist. ⑤
"You!" Jiang Songhe was certain that she wanted to persuade him to stay this time, but it took her a long time to squeeze out a sentence, "If... you really have nowhere to go, you can stay."
Still a terrible sentence.
Jonathan stopped at the street corner, turned back to face him, and shouted across the distance using porcelain script: "Do I feel like I have nowhere to go?"
The shouts alerted the dogs kept in the surrounding villas to bark, and some of the houses had motion-activated lights on their porches, which lit up sporadically in the gradually changing blue light.
After the barking and starlight subsided, Jiang Songhe replied in a low voice, admitting his rudeness: "It doesn't seem like it, I'm sorry."
Vasin, dragging a suitcase in each hand, came to Jiang Songhe's side, returned the car keys, and then followed Jonathan away. Jiang Songhe nodded slightly, not seeing him off, and slowly walked towards her front door.
The bag of medicine in his hand felt like it was filled with lead, so Jiang Songhe switched the hand that was covering his stomach to press the fingerprint lock.
“Say you don’t want me to leave.” My wrist was grabbed. “If you say so, I’ll stay.”
Jiang Songhe rubbed his knuckles, neither looking nor answering.
rustle.
One hand suddenly felt empty, while the other felt heavy.
The curse "Jerk!" and the sound of a lock clicking together rang out.
The gate to the Jiang family villa opened, and the silver-haired figure slipped inside in a flash.
As the sky began to lighten with the first hint of dawn, before the sun had even risen, it eagerly used its morning light to dye the layers of clouds a vibrant orange-pink.
A haughty and noisy murmur came from inside the door.
"Why are there dust tarpaulins everywhere? Are you sure this is your house?"
"Where am I supposed to sleep?!?!"
"Where's the air conditioning control? It's so cold!"
Why aren't you coming in yet?
...
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