White Moonlight
"Drink some water first."
When Zhou Qishen came back, he handed her a glass of water. His expression was calm, and his gaze on her was also extremely calm, as if he was not the one who was embarrassed to the point of blushing because of the accident that had just happened.
"Thank you." Jiang Xiao took the cup and sipped the water. The cup covered her half-closed eyes. She laughed at herself for overthinking. How could he be shy just because he saw half of a girl's breast? He wasn't some innocent high school student...
Just as she was daydreaming, Zhou Qishen squatted in front of her and motioned for her to lift up her pants, "Let me see if there's any skin broken."
Jiang Xiao put down the water cup as she was told, bent down and raised her legs, carefully lifting her trouser legs up. The fabric rubbed against the wound slightly, and she couldn't help but hiss in pain.
"Let me do it." Zhou Qishen said, and took over her actions.
His movements were gentler and more careful, and he successfully lifted her trouser legs to her thighs while trying not to touch her skin.
The wound in the center of the knee came into view. As expected, the skin was broken and there was some slight redness and swelling, but it was just a soft tissue contusion and not particularly serious.
Zhou Qishen raised his eyes to look at her: "I'll go get the medicine box."
Jiang Xiao pursed her lips: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."
Zhou Qishen paused as he stood up, and suddenly smiled softly. Jiang Xiao didn't understand what was going on and looked over at him in confusion.
"There's no need to say thank you so many times." He smiled and reached out to rub the top of her head.
Looking at his receding back, Jiang Xiao smoothed her frizzy hair and realized belatedly what he meant. Her reaction and attitude were a little too polite for a "young couple".
Zhou Qishen soon came back with the medicine box, took out iodine-complex disinfectant, erythromycin ointment and cotton swabs, bent his knees and half-knelt on the floor, and began to treat her wound with a serious look.
The whole process was very gentle and unhurried. He seemed to know every step by heart, even blowing air on her wound as if she were a child. The warm wind blew past her, and combined with the medicine, it was cool and very comfortable.
Jiang Xiao broke the silence by saying, "Why do I feel like you are very skilled in treating wounds? Have you learned this before?"
Zhou Qishen didn't look up, and explained in a gentle voice: "I have a lot of children in my family, so this is a necessary skill."
Zhou Qishen's father, the current head of the Zhou family, had four wives in total. His mother, as the fourth wife, was thirteen years younger than his father, so that children of the same age in the Zhou family were almost all of a generation younger than him and had to call him uncle.
As he becomes older, he has to take care of some things. When children get into trouble and don't dare to ask adults for help, they will often go to him. After doing this many times, he becomes very skilled at cleaning up the mess for the younger ones.
Jiang Xiao also thought of this and imagined a scene where a small version of Zhou Qishen, with an icy face, took care of a group of crying little kids. She couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Then aren't you the king of the kids?"
Zhou Qishen finally raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows at the smiling woman. Although he didn't know what was so funny about this sentence, he still hooked his lower lip and said, "I guess so. They are all afraid of me."
All the children in the Zhou family are gifted, and Zhou Qishen is the most talented among them. In the eyes of the Zhou family members who have been instilled with the idea of admiring the strong since childhood, they naturally respect and fear him.
Especially after he grew up, almost no one dared to mess with him.
"Remember to keep the wound away from water. It will probably heal in two or three days."
Before she knew it, Zhou Qishen had already treated her wound and bandaged the surface of her knee with sterile gauze, which looked quite real.
Jiang Xiao said, "I understand."
Zhou Qishen glanced at her slightly staggering steps and asked kindly, "Let me clean up here. Do you need me to help you get back?"
"No, I can walk by myself." Jiang Xiaowan declined his kindness, stood up with the help of the table, and took two tentative steps forward. Fortunately, her injury was not serious. Apart from the fact that the wound was pulled when she walked, which was a bit annoying, it did not affect her walking much.
He walked slowly, holding on to the wall, and soon returned to the room.
This time, after lying down on the bed, she fell asleep quickly.
*
For the next three days, Jiang Xiao stayed at Zhou Qishen's house and did not go out.
When Zhou Qishen went to work during the day, she stayed at home to eat, drink and sleep. At night, they stayed in their own rooms without disturbing each other. She didn't have to worry about being hit by a car or suffering from unexpected disasters. She was extremely comfortable.
But she knew very well that this was not a good way to go. When the short vacation was over tomorrow, she would have to go out to work. She couldn't take Zhou Qishen with her then, right? Regardless of whether Zhou Qishen is willing or not, the reality does not allow it.
That morning, when she was calling the system in her mind as usual, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Jiang Xiao thought Zhou Qishen had forgotten to bring something and came back to get it. Without even looking through the peephole, she opened the door and said, "What did you forget to bring..."
But when Jiang Xiao saw clearly that the person outside the house was not Zhou Qishen, she was stunned.
The man was also stunned when he saw her, then stepped back half a step, carefully confirmed the house number, and muttered, "Hey, I'm not wrong, it's the 26th floor."
Jiang Xiao reacted and asked calmly, "Excuse me, are you looking for Zhou Qishen?"
Yang Tingxiao looked her up and down, making sure he had never seen her before, and said with a puzzled look: "Yes, I am his friend, but who are you?"
"I, I am..." Jiang Xiao was stuck, not knowing how to introduce herself. She couldn't say to Zhou Qishen's friends: Hello, I am his "wife".
Jiang Xiao glanced at Yang Tingxiao awkwardly, and suddenly realized that the other party didn't seem to recognize her. She suddenly had an idea and smiled: "I am his new cleaner."
Cleaning? So young and beautiful?
Yang Tingxiao raised his eyebrows doubtfully, and finally came to the conclusion that it seemed that Zhou Qishen was a man with ulterior motives.
Yang Tingxiao thought so in his heart, but he remained calm on his face and explained: "I have been abroad for a few years and have never been back. I just returned to China yesterday, so I thought of asking him to borrow a car to drive first."
Jiang Xiao understood, but she didn't dare to let him in rashly, so she said, "Why don't you give him a call so I can confirm it."
Yang Tingxiao was also a straightforward person with a sense of propriety. He immediately called Zhou Qishen and said, "Hey, Brother Shen, I'm at your house. Your housekeeper asked me to call you to confirm."
Jiang Xiao was a little surprised listening to the man's words. Although the man in front of her looked good, he was dressed in a mature and elegant manner and wore a pair of black-framed glasses on his nose. She thought he was at least 35 years old, but she didn't expect that his actual age was even younger than Zhou Qishen?
"Um, please answer the phone." Yang Tingxiao handed the phone to her.
Under Yang Tingxiao's gaze, Jiang Xiao was inevitably a little nervous. She cleared her throat and whispered, "It's me."
"It's not a good deal for a hostess to become a cleaner."
Zhou Qishen's voice became a little unclear through the phone, but the familiar teasing tone was as annoying as ever.
"Oh, I let him in." Jiang Xiao ignored this and rolled her eyes. Then she returned the phone to Yang Tingxiao and took a few steps back to let him in.
Unexpectedly, Yang Tingxiao was very sensible and refused in a gentlemanly manner, "I won't go in. Please help me get the car keys from his room."
He then orally described the exact model of the car and the location of the key.
"Then please wait a moment." Jiang Xiao thought about it and felt that it was indeed not appropriate for a man and a woman to be alone together, so she nodded and motioned him to wait outside, then closed the door and went to Zhou Qishen's room.
This was the first time Jiang Xiao had entered his room in the past few days. It was plain black, white and grey. Nothing special, but purely expensive. Even an inconspicuous item in the corner was a branded product, starting at at least five figures.
Jiang Xiao didn't stay for long and went straight into the cloakroom. She looked around secretly at the door. Three walls were lined with custom-made wardrobes reaching the ceiling. The clothes were mostly formal suits, followed by casual clothes. Looking further inside, there was actually a whole wall of sneakers collection.
It can be seen that he is a person who has strict requirements on appearance. Whether in taste or tone, he is better than ordinary men.
The watch and car keys were placed in the same transparent cabinet, separated by a partition, so they were clearly visible. Jiang Xiao looked around and quickly found the car keys that Yang Tingxiao needed.
Before leaving, Jiang Xiao's attention was suddenly attracted by a decorative painting on the wall.
This is a framed Chinese painting that uses Chinese aesthetics. The composition of the whole painting is dense near and sparse far away, and it is outlined and dyed with light ink, making the picture extremely beautiful.
The foreground is a log-colored arched door, and inside is a huge camphor tree. A girl in a white dress is sitting on a swing, swinging in the air, her hair flying and her sweet smile. The youthful vitality she exudes is so contagious that one can't help but laugh along.
Unfortunately, I can’t see the girl’s facial features clearly.
It is really suspicious to have a painting featuring a young girl hanging in a single man's bedroom.
Could it be his first love, White Moonlight?
Jiang Xiao's mind went through thousands of twists and turns, but because she was in a hurry to deliver the car keys to the person, she just glanced at it quickly and didn't take it too seriously.
After all, this was Zhou Qishen's privacy. No matter how curious she was, she couldn't overstep her boundaries and ask rashly.
After handing the car keys to Yang Tingxiao, her mission was successfully completed.
Yang Tingxiao got what he wanted and immediately turned around to press the elevator button. Not long after, the door opened and he bumped into a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties, who was carrying a large bag of fresh ingredients.
One of them was going out, the other was going in, and they just happened to pass each other.
Zhou Qishen was the only one living on this floor. Out of caution, Yang Tingxiao stopped and asked casually, "Are you the aunt Zhou Qishen hired? I came to get something. I rang the doorbell just now and it seemed like no one was home."
Aunt Wang nodded her head as if to acknowledge his identity, and just assumed he was Zhou Qishen's friend. When she heard him say that no one was home, a trace of confusion appeared on her face: "That shouldn't be the case, Mr. Zhou's girlfriend is at home."
After a pause, Aunt Wang continued to explain: "However, it is possible that Miss Jiang didn't hear it. How about I open the door for you?"
girlfriend?
This answer surprised Yang Tingxiao a little, but when he thought about it carefully, it was expected.
Yang Tingxiao glanced at the tightly closed door, curled his lips playfully, and declined her kindness: "No, I'll come to see Zhou Qishen next time he's at home."
He went to the underground garage and found the Porsche 918 Spyder he was looking for. Just as he opened the door and was about to get in, the car suddenly stopped. He felt that the girl looked familiar, as if he had seen her somewhere before.
But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't match the other person's face with the person in his memory.
He was impatient and wanted answers to any questions as soon as possible, so he called Zhou Qishen again and got straight to the point: "Brother Shen, what can't we talk about with our relationship? A girlfriend is a girlfriend, but you lied to me that she was a cleaner."
Zhou Qishen's tone was calm and without any ripples, "I didn't say that."
Hearing this, Yang Tingxiao slowed down the speed of turning the car keys between his fingers. After thinking about it, he realized that those words were indeed not said by Zhou Qishen, but by that little girl.
He suddenly realized and said in a long tone: "Oh, I understand. It turns out that the girl is unwilling to give you a name."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and when he spoke again, he gritted his teeth and said, "What's it got to do with you?"
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