Wen Jiaojiao returned to the small villa and found the key that had been slipped into the corner of the iron gate and hidden against the inner wall of the courtyard.
She opened the door, tidied up the food, and had just stepped out when she heard Ah Long and Jiang Peitian talking on the phone.
"Boss, what about those two women?"
The voice on the other end was harsh and deep:
"Kill him, and make sure to clean up the mess. After all, that's where he's lived for many years, and it could easily leave unpredictable consequences."
Wen Jiaojiao's face turned deathly pale: "..."
Oh, I forgot, Hong Kong is a hotbed of gangsters.
His wealth is probably related to those people.
"few....."
Ah Long had barely opened his mouth when he noticed a green hem of a skirt beside him. Startled, he quickly hung up the phone, followed the skirt's edge to Wen Jiaojiao's face, and explained indifferently:
"Miss, the boss is doing this for your own good."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't know how to start. She wanted to persuade A Long to stop, but she also knew that their decision wouldn't change because of her words.
Moreover, Cai Mengjing's shovel strike was clearly aimed at the back of her head.
If it weren't for Wen Zhaoye, she would probably have died in the hospital long ago. She lowered her eyes, pondered for a second, and then suddenly walked away into the distance: "..."
Let's just pretend this never happened. What does her life or death have to do with me, especially since she's someone I have a grudge against?
When Wen Zhaoye received a call from Jiang Peitian, the tone on the other end was not the usual calm and dignified one; instead, it was anxious:
"How serious is the wound? Have Ah Long take you to Gangcheng tomorrow. The medical technology here is better, and it will save you from infection."
Wen Zhaoye said, "It's alright, it's all taken care of. But could you pick up Jiaojiao a little later?"
"This is also because of her, right?"
"It has nothing to do with her. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have made enemies with them."
The breathing on the other end of the phone was noticeably heavier, as if the person was quite angry.
“But I’m almost done here, and you’ll be coming to Hong Kong later, wouldn’t it be better to come together in advance? That way, I can have the doctor check your wound.”
Just as Wen Zhaoye was about to speak, Mu Ran saw Wen Jiaojiao walking in from the door. He lowered his voice, gave Jiang Peitian some instructions, and then hung up the phone.
Wen Jiaojiao put down the lunchbox and casually remarked:
"What's going on? Why is everyone acting so secretive?"
Wen Zhaoye's eyes paused for a second, then he chuckled and said, "You're concerned about me? And curious about my affairs?"
Are you alright? Wen Jiaojiao felt exhausted and said, "Let's eat."
Dinner consisted of chicken soup, steamed fish, and stir-fried vegetables. Wen Jiaojiao served Wen Zhaoye a bowl of chicken soup and said:
Is it convenient for you to drink it yourself?
Wen Zhaoye shook his head:
"It's okay, I don't need to drink it."
Wen Jiaojiao blew on the chicken soup, glanced at him, and said, "..."
Why does it have a tea-like aroma?
Wen Zhaoye gazed at her with gentle, watery eyes, and drank the chicken soup offered to his lips: "..."
I wish life could continue like this forever.
During the meal, Wen Jiaojiao packed up her lunchbox and said:
"I'll take these home first."
Wen Zhaoye glanced at the dark sky outside the window, grabbed her slender hand, and hesitated before saying:
"It's too late now, why don't you stay here? Don't worry, you sleep on the bed, I can sit up. It's nothing serious, anyway."
Wen Jiaojiao: "......."
So, the "green tea man" has existed since this era.
Wen Zhaoye, unwilling to give up, said:
"I'm injured like this, what else could I be thinking? I was just worried that it wasn't safe to go out so late."
Wen Jiaojiao put down the lunchbox, sat back down on the edge of the bed, and to avoid him having to think about it again, lay down next to him.
"Are you satisfied with this?"
Wen Zhaoye turned to face her, his handsome face gently inhaling the fragrance of the back of her neck, and whispered:
"Can I hold you while we sleep tonight?"
Wen Jiaojiao covered her face speechlessly:
"cannot."
Wen Zhaoye silently withdrew his outstretched hand. He moved closer to her, as if trying to understand her, and said:
"Jiaojiao, what was your life like when you were little?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "Rich."
Wen Zhaoye paused, and just then, the ward door opened. The nurse blushed, turned her back, and scolded:
"What do you take a hospital for? You don't care about the consequences at all."
Wen Zhaoye's ears turned crimson as she pulled away.
"There was nowhere else to sleep, so... we squeezed in together."
The nurse stepped forward and said:
"So what's your relationship with her? Why are you always sitting together?"
Wen Jiaojiao kept her eyes closed, ignoring them completely, with an attitude that she didn't care what anyone said, as if she had seen through the world and didn't care.
Wen Zhaoye was speechless for a moment. If he talked about his wife, he was afraid Wen Jiaojiao would be unhappy; if he didn't, it wouldn't be appropriate for others to see them sleeping together.
He hesitated for a moment: "Yes...it's my sister."
The nurse said with a reproachful look:
"Even if it's your sister, you two can't sleep together. You're both grown up. People who don't know better would think you've booked a private room for some reason."
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't stand it anymore, sat up and said irritably:
"Why do you care about us? Can you even imagine the lives of the rich? They can spend a fortune to book a private hospital room and do whatever they want. Why are you nagging?"
The nurse's face immediately darkened: "How can you talk like that, young lady?"
Wen Jiaojiao: "Is this how you talk to people? You're a nurse, and we're the customers. Is this your attitude towards service?"
The nurse stopped talking and handed Wen Zhaoye a thermometer in a rather impatient manner:
"Measure it."
"You're not young anymore, yet you're still working as a nurse. Do you know why?"
As Wen Jiaojiao began to instruct, she noticed the nurse looking up and scoffed, saying:
"It's common knowledge that people who aren't rich don't stay in single rooms, so it's no wonder you can't get promoted if you treat rich people like this."
The nurse is covering for someone else today; otherwise, she wouldn't be assigned to this kind of room at all.
She had inadvertently started scolding the people in the regular ward as usual, but now, realizing her mistake, she apologized in a flustered manner:
"I'm sorry, I just blurted it out."
After she took her temperature and left, Wen Jiaojiao lay down to sleep again: "..." So annoying.
Wen Zhaoye turned to face her again: "Jiaojiao..."
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Jiaojiao interrupted, "It's just that if you don't sleep, I still have to. Stop talking, okay?"
Wen Zhaoye pursed his lips, his expression slightly disappointed: "..."
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