"Miss Luo, you've woken up. Please come over."
Lieutenant Lin always arrived at the perfect time, like a thoughtful butler, without ever making anyone feel offended.
Luo Jiu nodded, got up from the dining table in the room, and followed her over.
Today I'm wearing the clothes my maid brought me—a proper white cheongsam, making me look like a respectable young lady.
Luo Jiu followed the adjutant in and saw Xu Shaojun sitting on the bed. Although his face was pale, he was wearing glasses, which was unusual for him. He was reading a newspaper and looked to be in good spirits.
After bringing Luo Jiu in, the adjutant left and dutifully closed the door behind them.
Luo Jiu slowly moved to sit down beside Xu Shaojun's bed, asking cautiously and with a hint of doubt, "Are you... alright?"
Perhaps it was Luo Jiu's exaggerated expression, as if she were about to die on the spot, that made people laugh.
"puff……"
Who knew that it would have been better if he hadn't laughed, because the laugh aggravated his wound, and the calm expression on his face was instantly replaced by a distorted one.
"Sigh... I thought it was nothing serious, but now it seems he's quite badly injured. Why did he have to take a knife for no reason?"
Did they think they were a cat spirit reincarnated with nine lives?
Although Luo Jiu's words were harsh, she was actually kind-hearted despite her sharp tongue. She quickly stepped forward to help Xu Shaojun, and even thought of lifting the blanket to check where he was injured.
Unexpectedly, Xu Shaojun grabbed her hand. His dark eyes were full of laughter, and he said softly, "It's nothing."
On the battlefield, bullets fly everywhere; being stabbed isn't a minor injury, but it's not insurmountable either. I was afraid of frightening the girl. It's just that she hasn't felt this kind of concern in a long time. Not bad…
Fortunately... I didn't go too far back then. Otherwise... I would never have had the chance to see the beautiful Luo Jiu standing in front of me today.
Luo Jiu seemed to realize that her actions were somewhat inappropriate, so she sat back down and murmured, "Ask whatever you want to ask."
How did you know someone tried to assassinate me last night?
Luo Jiu glanced at him. She wondered what kind of constitution he had, arriving in Shanghai only a few weeks ago, and already so many people disliked him and sent people over.
Are these people from Shanghai, and foreigners too? How unpopular are they?
Luo Jiu suppressed her overwhelming urge to complain about him and recounted her experience from yesterday.
The author omitted the part about why they could understand two people speaking a foreign language. They only said that they were conversing in Chinese.
After listening, Xu Shaojun pondered for a moment. He tapped the newspaper rhythmically with his right hand, a habitual little gesture he made when thinking.
"James?" I don't recall having heard of him.
"Are you sure you're not mistaken? Is this the name?" Xu Shaojun asked again, uncertainly.
After receiving an affirmative answer, he called in the adjutant who was guarding the door.
"Lieutenant Lin, what did the man who tried to assassinate me last night say?" Xu Shaojun's eyes were sharp.
"I was just about to tell you this, but he committed suicide by poisoning himself right after waking up. This lead has probably gone cold." The adjutant's tone was somewhat unnatural, tinged with self-reproach.
A flicker of surprise crossed Xu Shaojun's eyes, but he instantly understood. This was definitely not an ordinary assassin.
"Since yesterday's banquet was hosted by the Su family, and such a big mishap occurred, has there been any explanation from them?"
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