Chapter 25: Protecting the Shortcomings
◎Just say it like that?◎
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Jiang Siyue came back to her senses and her distracted eyes focused again. Zhao Yan placed his hand gently on her face with a gentle look. If his knuckles were not still slightly red, Jiang Siyue would have thought that the scene of beating someone just now was her imagination.
"Dizzy? Nauseous?" Zhao Yan's tone grew even colder. His dark pupils swept over Peng Mingming lying on the ground, as if he were looking at an insignificant ant. "Are you injured anywhere else?"
"No, no!" Peng Mingming was frightened and quickly interrupted to explain, "I just bumped into her lightly, I didn't mean to..."
The red color in front of him did not increase, which meant that the bleeding had stopped and the wound should not be big. Jiang Siyue grabbed Zhao Yan's arm and said softly: "I'm fine, it's probably just a little skin broken, just put on a Band-Aid and it will be fine."
To be honest, Jiang Siyue felt that Peng Mingming on the ground was more seriously injured. When Zhao Yan kicked out just now, she vaguely heard the sound of a bone breaking. "Should we send him to the hospital first?"
Zhao Yan was so angry that he laughed, "You still have time to care about his life or death?"
"No way." Jiang Siyue looked up and said seriously, "I'm worried about you. After all, you're a teacher."
"Don't worry, I won't let you become a widow." Zhao Yan took out his cell phone and dialed the number, staring at her intently, as if assessing the situation. Seeing this, Jiang Siyue also raised her head and said softly, "It's really not serious."
Zhao Yan did not comment. After the call was connected, a lot of Japanese came out of his mouth. Jiang Siyue did not force herself. She observed Peng Mingming who was lying on the ground. After making sure that he was still breathing, she felt relieved.
The kick Zhao Yan gave her just now was so heavy that she was really afraid that the person was dead.
The door next to him was suddenly opened. The sleepy Teacher Qian was dumbfounded by the scene and broke out in a cold sweat on his back. "Teacher Zhao, this..."
Hearing his voice, Jiang Siyue instinctively pushed Zhao Yan away and stepped back. Her feet stepped on the soft carpet and she fell backwards without noticing. Zhao Yan grabbed her collar and pulled her back.
"If you can't stand steadily, lean on me." Zhao Yan's tone was serious. Jiang Siyue didn't dare to look at Qian Hua's expression. She stood face to face with Zhao Yan.
"Teacher Qian, Peng Mingming got drunk and beat her up—"
"Why do I feel like Peng Mingming is more seriously injured?" Qian Hua muttered, and was about to help Peng Mingming up from the ground. Before his hand touched him, he burst into tears and wailing again, "Teacher Qian, wuwu... I just said a few words to Jiang Siyue, and Teacher Zhao rushed over and hit me... wuwu, I guess my body is broken and I can't move..."
Qian Hua's expression instantly turned cold, and he stiffened his neck and said, "Teacher Zhao, you're doing a great job as a flower protector, but you also have to know the situation, right? A teacher hitting a student, and hitting him so hard, how can it be allowed!"
Zhao Yan didn't care about Qian Hua's interruption and secretive tactics. After all, Qian Hua was well-known in the hospital for protecting his shortcomings. It would be worth the trouble if he really accepted it happily.
"Teacher Qian." Jiang Siyue couldn't bear to listen any longer. "He—" Her hanging hand was held, and Zhao Yan's cold yet reassuring voice came to her ears. "It's okay, I'll take care of it."
Qian Hua watched the two people's intimate actions, his brows furrowed tightly, enough to kill a mosquito. He had previously thought that Peng Mingming was just talking nonsense, but now it seemed that Jiang Siyue and Zhao Yan did have some ambiguous relationship. This was not a big deal, but now that Zhao Yan had hurt his student, he could not "let it go".
"Teacher Zhao, as someone who's been through this, I want to give you some advice: be careful about emotional matters and don't be deceived." Qian Hua said, his eyes sweeping over Jiang Siyue, his meaning very clear, "I know Peng Mingming well. He's very honest. Unless a girl is deliberately seducing him, he wouldn't even dare to look at her."
Hearing this, Jiang Siyue was furious and her chest was heaving violently. She hated Qian Hua's argument that "it takes two to tango".
"Teacher Qian." Zhao Yan's gentle voice came from above, and Jiang Siyue's restless heart calmed down. At this moment, he was standing behind her. He was responsible for everything, and he always did what he said.
"The surveillance footage clearly shows what happened." Zhao Yan's lips curled up slightly, his eyes gleaming with a chilling coldness as he slowly said, "Also, I hope you can sincerely apologize to my wife for your manipulation of her."
Time seemed to stand still for a few seconds. Jiang Siyue's mind went blank. Everything disappeared. Only the word "wife" echoed in his mind.
Just say it like that?
Zhao Yan's jaw was tense, but upon closer inspection, there was a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Qian Hua in front of him with indifference, and the pressure and oppression of a superior poured out.
Qian Hua pointed, his expression suddenly becoming extremely grim, "Are you a couple?"
"Yeah." Zhao Yan said lazily, "We're getting married during the Lantern Festival this year."
Qian Hua was speechless. Shocked, he quickly realized that there was no way this matter would end peacefully. He hoped that Peng Mingming's parents, who worked in the administrative department, could mitigate his punishment.
Qian Hua knew some rumors about Zhao Yan's background. It is always better to make friends than to be enemies. Although it was embarrassing, he still apologized to Jiang Siyue.
The paramedics appeared in droves, breaking the eerie atmosphere between the four people. Peng Mingming was carried away on a stretcher, and Qian Hua followed him into the car. Looking at the two people standing side by side, Qian Hua suppressed his discomfort and said, "Teacher Zhao, please take Jiang to the clinic to get bandaged."
"Teacher Qian, please keep today's events confidential."
Qian Hua was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was referring to and nodded in agreement.
The ambulance roared away, and Jiang Siyue finally raised her head. The blood on her forehead had been wiped away, leaving only a small red wound on her plain face, which was abrupt and unsightly.
After asking the hotel staff, the two went to the nearest clinic.
The medicine was applied to the wound, which felt cool and a little stinging. He instinctively reached out to touch it, but was grabbed by Zhao Yan.
Zhao Yan: "Don't touch it, it will be fine soon."
After putting on the Band-Aid, Jiang Siyue always felt that the thing on her forehead had a particularly strong presence. While Zhao Yan wasn't paying attention, she quietly touched it a few times with her hand.
When she put her hand down, she found that Zhao Yan was looking at her with a helpless expression. Jiang Siyue pretended not to see it.
A lot of things happened that night. She was vented with anger at Peng Mingming, ridiculed by Qian Hua, and Zhao Yan's confession. Each of them was enough to give her a headache for a long time, but each of them was solved neatly by Zhao Yan. So Jiang Siyue felt sad and empty at this moment, just like someone said a volcano erupted, but the lava didn't fall to the ground.
"Ding——" the elevator indicated that the floor had been reached.
After getting out of the elevator, Zhao Yan held her hand, still showing no intention of letting go.
"My room is over there."
"Yeah." Zhao Yan responded, but did not stop moving forward.
Jiang Siyue took a deep breath, paused and said, "I'd better go back."
Zhao Yan asked back, "Do you expect that drunkard Yue Huan to take care of you?"
“…”
Jiang Siyue originally thought that her double room was already very luxurious, but compared with Zhao Yan's, it was simply dwarfed. After Zhao Yan entered the room, he went to the bathroom, and Jiang Siyue walked in alone.
He must have been packing his things just now. His suitcase was wide open and there were some folded clothes on the bed that had not been put in. When Jiang Siyue walked over, she accidentally brought them to the quilt. The folded things were about to slide down. Jiang Siyue was quick to catch them and breathed a sigh of relief.
The thing in my hand felt soft and comfortable, and I took a closer look out of curiosity.
Um.
It's underwear.
Her hand was grasping...
As if scalded, I instinctively threw my underwear into the suitcase. The messy heap didn't fit in with the neatly stacked clothes around it.
After hesitating for a while, she took out her underwear, folded it neatly with her eyes closed, and put it back in its place.
Zhao Yan came out wiping his hair. Jiang Siyue was sitting upright on the small sofa, her whole body flushed and her eyes righteous.
Zhao Yan: "...You have a fever?"
"No." Jiang Siyue quickly stood up and ran into the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower."
Zhao Yan looked at the chair that she had knocked to the side and reminded her, "Don't let the wound get wet."
"Um!"
Jiang Siyue came out of the shower and sat on the bed for a while. Suddenly, she asked, "Will Peng Mingming be punished severely?"
Zhao Yan paused, "More than that."
Jiang Siyue didn't ask for more specifics. Feeling sleepy, she yawned lazily. Her dull eyes swept over the tablet on the table. Suddenly realizing something was wrong, she exclaimed, "It's over! I haven't packed my luggage yet."
She pretended to throw off the quilt and get out of bed, but Zhao Yan held her hand and sat down next to her. "I'm not going back tomorrow."
Jiang Siyue was puzzled. "Ah? Why? Is it still possible?"
After Zhao Yan made sure that the wound on her head hadn't touched the water, he let her go, stood up, turned off the lights in the room, and then lay down on the other side. "Let's go to Kawaguchiko to celebrate your birthday."
Under the dim bedside lamp, Zhao Yan's face was very dark and blurry. Jiang Siyue bit her lip lightly, and after a long silence, she asked softly, "Is this compensation for your injury?"
"It's a birthday surprise."
*
At nine o'clock in the morning, someone called Zhao Yan. He went to the balcony to answer the call. Jiang Siyue, who was woken up, lost her sleepiness and got up and left the room to look for her luggage and mobile phone.
As soon as the doorbell was pressed, the door opened. Before he could say anything, Yue Huan hugged him tightly.
"You scared me to death. Luckily, Teacher Zhao answered the phone and said you were in the other room, otherwise I would have gone crazy." Yue Huan let go of her. After seeing her wound, his eyes were distressed. "Peng Mingming, you lunatic, if you are sick, you should go see a doctor. What are you doing, Huo Huo?!"
Jiang Siyue was shocked, "How did you know?!"
Yue Huan told Zhao Yan about the phone call he made last night to look for someone.
The relationship was not exposed, and Jiang Siyue felt relieved again.
Because Peng Mingming beat someone up, Yue Huan had no doubts about Jiang Siyue and Zhao Yan staying, and he and Li Rongbo got on the plane calmly.
After seeing the two off, Jiang Siyue and Zhao Yan also checked out and waited in the hotel lobby for a while. A black SUV stopped at the hotel entrance. Zhao Yan stood up and picked up their luggage. "Here we are, let's go."
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