Chapter 53: Fifty-third Day of Madness (Revised) Orthopedic Literature (Part 2)…
Chapter 53
Three bodyguard cars, one in front and two in the back, surrounded the business nanny car in the middle to escort Tan Mo and her sisters.
Tan Mo got in the car, and Xu Xiaonian, who was sitting in the back seat, fixed her hair. After she recovered, Lin Yu said, "Okay, tell me. What happened while we were going to buy a cup of coffee?"
Tan Mo and Lu Xingjian looked at each other before recounting what they had seen.
Just as she finished speaking, Jiang Qingya, who was driving the car, slipped her hand on the steering wheel and the front of the car suddenly rushed to the left.
The bodyguard's anxious voice came from the intercom, asking if something unexpected had happened.
Jiang Qingya steadied the steering wheel and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
Then Jiang Qingya shouted in shock: "Oh my god, is this true?"
The people in the car didn't have time to blame Jiang Qingya for not being able to drive, and they all joined in the "Oh my God" shouts, one louder than the other.
Xu Xiaonian: "Damn, these two are really taking it too far."
Jin Yuan: "Damn it. The Fang family is truly a perverted family. Their parents aren't normal people, and the siblings aren't much better."
Lin Yu: "Oh my god! Damn it! I wasn't there for such an exciting scene!"
Tan Mo: ...
Lu Xingjian: ...
After saying "Oh my god", those people, like Tan Mo before, fell into deep thought about this horrifying incident.
Xu Xiaonian sighed a little: "I used to really like reading orthopedic literature, but now it makes me feel a little sick."
"Orthopedics? What does this have to do with the orthopedics department in the hospital? Is it bloody?" Jiang Qingya didn't like reading novels and didn't know much about these things.
Xu Xiaonian explained, "No, romance novels between siblings are called orthopedic literature."
Jiang Qingya was speechless: "Then why not call it incest? //Law literature is more straightforward."
Xu Xiaonian: ...
Lin Yu was so lost in thought that she didn't hear them talking at all. Suddenly, she said, "No wonder I said Fang Yixin was weird! It turns out she approached Xiang Lingyun to make her brother jealous."
"What?" Jin Yuan lamented that she, a paparazzi, couldn't keep up with the pace of gossip. "Who is this Xiang Lingyun?"
So Lin Yu told them what they had seen.
Everyone received another "Oh my God".
"The first time I met Fang Yixin and Xiang Lingyun was when they were just starting their blind date. At that time, I felt a little awkward just by the warmth on the couch. But I didn't think too much about it." Tan Mo asked, "Isn't that right, Lu Xingjian?"
Lu Xingjian nodded.
Jin Yuan frowned and said nothing: "What's going on? Why wasn't I there when they were eating melons?"
So Lu Xingjian described what happened that day.
The crowd's shout of "Oh my god" rose eight degrees.
Tan Mo speculated, "At the time, Song Yuanqiao also said that this blind date was pushed by Fang Yixin, and that she also wanted to marry her brother Fang Yihang. So, could this blind date also be to piss off her brother?"
"That's possible," Lu Xingjian quickly denied. "Do you remember in the corridor when Fang Yixin said her brother and sister-in-law were in love and getting married? Did they ever consider her feelings?"
A deeper thought emerged in everyone's mind, and Tan Mo pointed it out, "Could it be that Fang Yixin is going on a blind date to get revenge on her brother for getting engaged?"
"Let's recap what happened: From the beginning, Fang Yixin and Fang Yihang had a secret relationship. This relationship couldn't last, and my brother was worried about being exposed, so he planned to marry someone else to sever the relationship..."
"Or perhaps he was using his married status to secretly continue his relationship with his younger sister. His younger sister, Fang Yixin, couldn't accept this, so she started going on blind dates to get revenge and provoke her brother."
Lin Yu nodded in agreement: "That makes sense."
Xu Xiaonian: "Looking at it this way, Ling Yun and Fang Yihang's fiancée is so pitiful. Isn't this just part of the play between the two siblings of the Fang family?"
What Xu Xiaonian said was undoubtedly correct, and there was a moment of silence in the carriage.
Lin Yu was depressed: "Xiang Lingyun is so stupid that he thinks others are interested in him. He is quite polite to us."
"Why are you all so lifeless?" Jiang Qingya said excitedly, "Such a good piece of material, isn't it considered rich family gossip? I get excited just thinking about it."
"As for Xiang Lingyun and Fang Yihang's fiancée, they're both great angles for us to report this story! We can just tell them about the Fang siblings. From their perspective, this is a complete scam."
Jiang Qingya is indeed an action-oriented person who "will do anything for the sake of profit". When Lin Yu and the others were still struggling between "This is someone else's privacy, it seems unethical to expose it" and "If I don't expose it, Xiang Lingyun and his fiancée will become victims", Jiang Qingya decisively chose the latter.
The reason why she chose the latter was not out of selfless dedication as a savior, but because it was good for her.
Tan Mo actually leaned towards this approach. "Then let's send an anonymous message to Xiang Lingyun and his fiancée."
"Anonymous?" Jiang Qingya said, "Isn't that rude? I was planning to go straight to your house."
Tan Mo: ...
Xu Xiaonian said worriedly, "Xiang Lingyun and his fiancée won't believe it, right?"
"You don't understand that." Jin Yuan laughed. "You definitely can't just send random text messages. There's a lot of ingenuity in them. Many paparazzi in our industry use verbal innuendo to blackmail celebrities. I'm familiar with this."
Tan Mo: "Lu Xingjian and I were both a bit confused when we encountered this kind of thing, and we didn't remember to take pictures at the time. We didn't have any evidence. If we explained it too clearly, people might not believe it and might even think we were trying to harm her. We just needed to use words to guide them to find it themselves."
Jin Yuan: "That's right. Don't underestimate your partner's intuition. Many people discover their husbands are cheating from the smallest clues."
At this time, Lin Yu lowered her head and suddenly said, "Aunt Fengjuan sent me a message. In the afternoon, I asked her about Fang Yihang."
Aunt Fengjuan sent a voice message, and Lin Yu turned up the volume so everyone could hear it. Then he clicked on it: "Fang Yihang, I heard from my Fang sisters that he's very actively preparing for his wedding. He just contacted a high-end wedding planning company. I heard they've organized a wedding for a celebrity before."
[He's worthy of being the man I'm looking for. He's responsible. In many marriages, the woman has to take care of all the trivial matters. Look at how considerate Fang Yihang is. We women want to marry good husbands like him.]
[Lin Yu, when will Tan Mo come back for dinner? I asked Chef Gao to prepare the meal in advance. By the way, why did you suddenly ask Fang Yihang?]
All three voice messages were written in Aunt Fengjuan's sweet tone, especially the one where she praised Fang Yihang so much, with an attitude of "the more the mother-in-law looks at her son-in-law, the more interesting he becomes."
After hearing this, everyone fell silent.
After a while, Jiang Qingya said, "Our Aunt Fengjuan really loves every one she sees. Last time she was a fan of Hu Jiayu."
Tan Mo: ...
Lu Xingjian: ...
Xu Xiaonian: ...
Jin Yuan: ...
Lin Yu:::::::: (double speechless)
The summer evening was brilliant and sticky. As Tan Mo and her group drove their commercial vehicle past factories in the suburbs, Nangong Lie had just emerged from the restroom of one of the factories.
In the summer, human excrement accumulates for a long time and is not cleaned up in time. The irritating gases produced by the fermentation make Nangong Lie feel nauseous and his eyes hurt.
As soon as he rushed out, he retched into the sink.
"Is it that serious?" Several men nearby couldn't help but burst into laughter when they saw Nangong Lie's expression.
"Qian Hao, you don't understand, I'm a young master, I've never seen such a stinking toilet."
"Damn it, get out of here. You've learned how to use idioms and you stink too much." The young man called Qian Hao cursed with a smile.
He helped Nangong Lie turn on the faucet. "No way, can you do it? It's just a toilet. Why are you vomiting like this? Isn't this from what you ate?"
Nangong Lie, who had just calmed down, said the next second: "Ugh~"
Qian Hao laughed: "Okay, woman."
It took more than ten minutes for Nangong Lie to finish preparing. Qian Hao urged, "Are you going to the cafeteria for dinner? If you're any later, it will be gone."
Nangong Lie was a little hesitant.
The food in the cafeteria was not tasty. In Nangong Lie's eyes, it was no more than pig food. He had never eaten such food in his life of more than 20 years.
Even though he was demoted to an ordinary employee of Longsheng a few months ago and could not go to high-end Japanese restaurants or Western restaurants to eat, his meals were still exquisite boxed lunches delivered to him by his subordinates.
Qian Hao turned around and glanced at him, "You're not working overtime? You want to go back and eat?"
Nangong Lie thought for a moment and asked, "How much does it cost to work overtime for an hour?"
Qian Hao frowned and said strangely: "It's the same as usual. You are still thinking about overtime pay and more money? Nangong Lie, you are older than me, how can you be more naive than me?"
"Okay, I'm done with you. Just come over if you want dinner."
Qian Hao no longer waited for him and walked towards the cafeteria on his own.
Nangong Lie thought about it, and still followed reluctantly.
Qian Hao was right. He was still too naive, or rather, he was unwilling to take off Kong Yiji's long gown and swallow his pride to work hard to make money.
But he was really short of money.
Even if there's no regular overtime pay, what does it matter? He'll still do it.
Qian Hao was the first friend Nangong Lie met in this factory. No, to be precise, they were not yet friends.
It's just a relationship where we talk occasionally.
Nangong Lie looked down on the things and people in this factory. Just like Nangong Lie's first time experiencing the food in the cafeteria, it was also his first time to encounter such low-level people.
Middle-aged men and women spit everywhere without any hygiene; colleagues pry into each other's privacy without any boundaries; vulgar and dirty jokes come out of their mouths casually, and male colleagues seem to be born to seduce female colleagues.
Nangong Lie was not stupid. In just one morning, he observed these phenomena that made him feel sick and scared, and he made up his mind to refuse to associate with these colleagues.
Unfortunately, on his first day at work, he was not familiar with the operations on the assembly line, and it was Qian Hao who took the initiative to remind him.
What surprised Nangong Lie was that Qian Hao and his friends were actually younger than him. They were only 20 years old, but they could talk about their life experiences.
Qian Hao often generously imparted to Nangong Lie his experience of factory work: for example, how to avoid the supervisor's sight and slack off; and how to get free air conditioning in the office.
But Qian Hao also has his own inferiority complex.
When Nangong Lie sat down not far from Qian Hao with his plate, Qian Hao asked, "Nangong Lie, your supervisor said you graduated from a foreign university? Which university?"
Nangong Lie didn't want to offend Qian Hao, so he gave him some face and proudly said, "Swarthmore College."
Qian Hao frowned. "What academy? That's so hard to pronounce. You must have made it up."
"Hahahaha, I've never heard of that."
Nangong Lie was a little embarrassed. His school was indeed a niche school. "Our school has also produced Nobel Prize winners."
"Nobel?" Qian Hao's friend was puzzled. "I think I've heard of it somewhere."
"You don't even know this," Qian Hao said, waving his hand. "He's the one who invented the light bulb!"
Nangong Lie: ...
Qian Hao's other friend said: "You idiot! It was Aladdin who invented the light bulb!"
Nangong Lie:::::::: (double speechless)
Qian Hao coughed awkwardly, "I remembered it wrongly. But speaking of which, Nangong Lie, you must not be a good student, right? Colleges are generally inferior schools, and good schools are all named after universities!"
Nangong Lie's words were on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back.
Why bother with someone who may not even have a high school diploma?
The more he talked, the angrier he became.
Seeing Nangong Lie's cold expression and stern face, Qian Hao felt that he had gone too far. He asked again: "Since you have a college degree, why don't you go sit in the office?"
"The supervisor is just a college graduate, but he can enjoy the air conditioning in his office. It's much more comfortable than us. He only needs to use the computer."
Nangong Lie thought: Isn't it because office clerks have low fixed salaries? But the work on the assembly line is piece-rate, which means the more piece-rate work you do, the higher your salary, even higher than that of a clerk.
But how can I tell this to Qian Hao?
It makes him look poor, although he is indeed poor.
Nangong Lie's silence had another meaning in Qian Hao's eyes, and he felt relieved. "So I said your diploma was fake and your school was not formal, right? Otherwise, why didn't you answer?"
Nangong Lie: ...Help!
Qian Hao lowered his head and ate his rice fiercely, making the plate clink.
After finishing the meal, he said considerately, "By the way, overtime at the factory is considered overtime if you work at least three hours. You won't get paid for less than three hours. We'll be leaving first."
After saying this, Qian Hao and his friends picked up their plates and prepared to leave.
The factory stipulates that overtime work starts at 6 pm, and the normal working time is 5:30 pm, with only half an hour for lunch at 6 pm. That means Nangong Lie's overtime work is not over until 9 pm, and it takes him an hour and a half to get from the factory to Rose Manor.
It was almost 10:30 pm when we got to the room to sleep.
And so the day passed.
Nangong Lie calculated the time carefully, and the more he calculated, the sadder he became.
Just when he was about to eat two more mouthfuls of rice, he glanced at his watch and saw that there were only seven or eight minutes left until 6 o'clock. Nangong Lie stood up in a panic and ran to the workshop.
*
"Aunt Fengjuan, where are the iodine and gauze at home?" Jiang Qingya came down from upstairs and asked Aunt Fengjuan who was sitting on the sofa knitting a sweater.
Aunt Feng Juan looked up, but before she could say anything, Lin Yu asked, "Why are you asking this? Where are you injured?"
"No, it's for Tan Mo. Her foot is injured."
Lin Yu was surprised: "You actually care about her so much?"
Jiang Qingya: "Of course, she is my financial sponsor now. If I don't care about her, who else can I care about?"
Lin Yu seemed to be enlightened by Jiang Qingya, "So you are secretly flattering me behind your sisters' backs?"
Jiang Qingya curled her lips, "What are you talking about? This is called fair and aboveboard progress."
"I want to make progress too!" After all, Lin Yu used to be Nangong Lie's assistant, and she knew the layout of the house better than Jiang Qingya. She stood up and rushed to the storage room.
"That's enough, both of you." Aunt Fengjuan continued knitting calmly, saying calmly, "You're not making any progress. Someone has made progress before you."
"Who is it?"
"Lu Xingjian."
Jiang Qingya and Lin Yu said in unison, "Damn green tea."
*
In the room, Lu Xingjian suddenly tilted his head and sneezed.
Tan Mo curled up on the sofa and looked at him curiously twice, and was caught by Lu Xingjian who turned back. She was as cunning as a cat.
Lu Xingjian found it funny: "Mr. Tan, I just sneezed."
“Do you think this air conditioner is cold?”
Lu Xingjian shook his head.
Tan Mo seemed to be thinking about something. "Oh, someone must have scolded you, so you sneezed."
Lu Xingjian: ...
Although he was a little speechless, Lu Xingjian still laughed easily. As expected, his boss was both childish and serious in his funny way.
"Okay, stretch your foot over here so I can apply the medicine to you."
Tan Mo also found Lu Xingjian baffling. She was clearly saying something completely normal, so what was so funny about it?
And she also had to apply medicine on the soles of her feet.
Although the soles of her feet were worn out during the chase with the Fang brothers and sisters, she still had someone wipe her soles...
Tan Mo felt a little uncomfortable.
"Why don't you go back? I can apply it myself." Tan Mo said shyly.
Lu Xingjian thought for a moment and asked seriously, "How do you plan to apply the medicine in this place yourself?"
Isn’t this simple?
Tan Mo hooked her foot and was about to demonstrate it to him, but halfway through, she discovered with shame that this action was too much like that of a toe-picking man.
She was stunned for a moment, then resignedly stretched out her legs.
Lu Xingjian whispered, "Do you also realize that this action is a bit like that... picking your feet..."
boom!
It was as if several bombs were dropped into Tan Mo's mind, and her face quickly turned red.
Help!
Even though she's a boss now, she's still a girl! Do girls understand?
A young girl would never do what a big man who picks his feet does!
"Shut up, shut up!" Tan Mo threatened desperately, "If you say anything more, I'll fire you tomorrow!"
Lu Xingjian decisively shut up, took a deep breath, adjusted the muscles on his face that were stiff from laughing, and said "oh" obediently.
He sat on a low stool and put Tan Mo's feet on his legs.
The heat from the heels was completely different from the coldness of the soles of the feet. Tan Mo could not ignore the tense muscles under her suit pants.
"Mr. Tan, don't be nervous, relax."
Tan Mo: ...How can I relax?
Tan Mo sighed in her heart and tried to let her thoughts drift elsewhere.
"Mr. Tan, you'd better wear shoes when you run away next time." Lu Xingjian said in a soft voice, "There's no good flesh on the soles of your feet."
Come to think of it, the cement floor was so hot in the middle of summer, covered with dust and gravel, and just stepping on it a few times was already the limit, not to mention that Tan Mo ran for two whole blocks.
Tan Mo said: "It's hard to run in high heels."
So she took off her shoes when she was trying to distract the Fang siblings.
"...I lost all feeling as I was running." Tan Mo recalled.
She suddenly laughed and said, "We really did feel like desperadoes back then. Just like what they say on the Internet, he ran and she chased, and she couldn't escape even if she had wings."
When it came to the funny part, Tan Mo laughed so hard that tears came out. She was not sure if this joke existed in this world, so she looked for Lu Xingjian.
But she didn't expect to accidentally meet his gaze, and there was a sweet and bright smile in Qingling's eyes.
Tan Mo was stunned for a moment, looked a few times, and quickly turned her head away.
All I heard was Lu Xingjian saying, "Fortunately, we managed to escape."
He still got her funny point.
The coolness of the iodine solution came from the soles of her feet again, and Tan Mo knew that Lu Xingjian was applying ointment to her again.
She had never thought that the soles of her feet had such rich and sensitive nerves. The slightest touch of a cotton swab made her itchy.
She kept holding on, trying not to let Lu Xingjian notice her abnormality.
Lu Xingjian said softly again: "But I still don't want you to run without your high heels. It will hurt so much."
After applying the medicine, he blew on the injured area to make it dry quickly. The gentle breeze seemed to follow the injured holes, connect with the nerve fibers, and reach Tan Mo's heart.
Her heart also began to itch.
Tan Mo didn't dare to look back at Lu Xingjian's face, and said casually, "That's not the fault of the Fang brothers and sisters."
If they hadn't chased after her, no, if they hadn't done such shameful things in the corridor, Tan Mo wouldn't have run into her, and such things wouldn't have happened afterwards.
Tan Mo stared at the floor lamp. The wavy mushroom-shaped skirt refracted the golden light into obscure shapes, reflecting on the beige wallpaper.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Tan Mo didn't wait for Lu Xingjian to speak. She was nervous and listened to the crackling sound of the electricity.
After an unknown amount of time, Lu Xingjian said softly, "After all, if something like this happens again, I should fight Fang Yihang."
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