Wen Zhaoye was so angry he wanted to speak out. He leaned back on the hospital bed and said, "..."
This ancestor is my nemesis.
Wen Jiaojiao seemed to be comforting her:
"I'm a very realistic woman. You can't give me anything, so how can I be with you? Do you think I'm after your damaged vocal cords, or that you're after me taking advantage of you every day?"
Wen Zhaoye's breath came in thick, labored gasps. He sat up again, took her hand, and patiently wrote:
“Miss Jiang, if you’re not going to speak like a human being and are deliberately making things difficult for me, don’t blame me for disregarding your wishes. After all… you’ve already kissed me. If you’re not willing to marry me, then I’ll kiss you every day to make up for it.”
Wen Jiaojiao cursed inwardly, her face darkening as she said:
"I'm so angry, I'm leaving."
Wen Zhaoye repackaged the nightgown and placed it in her hand. Wen Jiaojiao knew she couldn't refuse, so she could only take it and leave.
Wen Zhaoye stopped pretending and followed suit.
Amidst the comings and goings of people, she stood at the hospital entrance, opened the bag, and saw a black wad of cloth. Without thinking much, she reached out and took it out to look at it.
Suddenly, her black silk slip dress was exposed to the air, and she quickly stuffed it back in: "..."
What does this guy mean by openly giving away sex toys?
Those around them, having just seen what was inside, looked at them with slight surprise.
"Isn't that Miss Jiang? Why is she doing this in public?"
"This is a hospital. She's carrying this. Is she trying to seduce some patient?"
“I heard that she has someone backing her up, and that person was even injured and hospitalized for her sake not long ago.”
"The truth is out, she must have worn it to show that person."
"However, one is a rich man and the other is the daughter of the Jiang family. They are well-matched and it is normal for them to date."
Wen Jiaojiao heard what the person next to her said, and her ears involuntarily burned:
"That beast ruined my reputation, I'll have to go find him no matter what."
As soon as she turned around, she happened to see Wen Zhaoye walking out of the hospital.
The two locked eyes. Wen Zhaoye's pupils trembled slightly, his CPU overheated, and countless excuses flashed through his mind.
Wen Jiaojiao stepped forward and said:
What are you doing here?
Wen Zhaoye's eyes flickered as he said:
"The injury I sustained for you has been aching lately, so I came for a follow-up check-up."
This successfully made Wen Jiaojiao feel a pang of guilt, and she said gently:
Did the doctor say anything about the situation?
Wen Zhao, dressed very well in his wild clothes, said:
"The doctor said to maintain a good mood and it would be best to have someone take care of you personally."
Wen Jiaojiao said speechlessly:
"Why don't you just tell me you want me to be with you every day?"
Wen Zhaoye didn't pretend; he raised his arm and put it around her neck, nodding as he said:
"Yes, that's what I mean. So, please take good care of me from now on, after all, I saved someone's life."
"Let go," Wen Jiaojiao said after struggling for a moment.
But the next second, he tightened his grip on her, as if he wouldn't let her go, and said:
"My wound hurts. If you support me like this, I'll feel much better."
Wen Jiaojiao's lips moved for a long time, but she couldn't utter a sound. After a couple of seconds, she said helplessly:
"I'm lying in the hospital because I'm carrying a signboard for my business, and you're carrying a shovel for me. What did I do to deserve so many favors?"
Seeing that she had given in, Wen Zhaoye smiled gently and led her home:
What's in your bag?
Wen Jiaojiao seemed to remember something and said:
"Oh, right, I kissed that person. He said he would tell Ah Long, so you can go back now."
Wen Zhaoye said with a smile hidden in his eyes:
"Okay, then I won't go back either."
Wen Jiaojiao stared at him with wide, beautiful eyes, gritting her teeth as she said:
What are you saying?
"I have injuries and need to recover before I can go back."
"It's been so long, you must be almost fully recovered by now, why do you insist on clinging to me?"
After Wen Jiaojiao finished speaking, she stood on tiptoe and pulled open his collar to take a look. What she saw was that his body was covered in bandages. She was immediately surprised and said, "It's been so long, and you still haven't taken off the bandages?"
With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Wen Zhaoye's handsome face roguishly said:
"I told you it was serious, but you wouldn't believe me. I'll have to stay at your house to recover until I'm completely healed."
Wen Jiaojiao lowered her gaze: "..."
Oh my god, I got forcibly kissed by that person for nothing.
Wen Zhaoye ignored her emotions. He grabbed the bag, glanced at it, and feigned surprise, saying:
"You bought this? You have great taste. It looks amazing on you."
Wen Jiaojiao knew that this dress revealed more than it covered, and her face flushed slightly.
"No, it was a gift from another man."
Wen Zhaoye, carrying the bag, said with a hint of amusement in his voice:
"Then I have to give you one too, so you can wear them interchangeably in the future. Otherwise I'll feel unbalanced, and if I feel unbalanced, my wound will heal more slowly."
Wen Jiaojiao saw through his plan and said:
"That person has already proposed to me, so don't waste your time."
Wen Zhaoye: "So you're still not married, right? Even if you were married, I could still contact you privately and be your lover, and then you'd have double the happiness."
Wen Jiaojiao: "..."
I can't even handle one, let alone two?
Even my mom isn't as tired as I am.
Wen Zhaoye leaned down and whispered in her ear:
"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement. Let's get things done tonight."
Wen Jiaojiao slapped him mercilessly across the face:
"Go to hell, I don't want to, it's too tiring."
Wen Zhaoye pulled her closer, his arms around her neck tightening, and looked at her profile as he said:
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