Yun Qiao hung up the phone with Ji Ping, hurriedly told the nanny at home, and told He Yan and He Yi to listen to the nanny's grandmother. Then he rode the family bicycle and rushed to the film studio's family compound as fast as possible.
The sun is scorching at noon in summer, and even the wind brought by cycling is hot.
Yun Qiao was in a hurry to go out and forgot to wear a sun hat. She rushed all the way from the cadre compound to the film studio's family compound, and her face was sunburned red.
She had been to the film studio many times and was very familiar with the route to Zheng Wenjing's house.
Yun Qiao parked his bicycle downstairs of Zheng Wenjing's house, turned into the unit door, and strode up the stairs.
She took two steps at a time and ran upstairs as fast as she could, but when she arrived at Zheng Wenjing's house, she found the door was closed.
The room was quiet, and it didn't look like anyone was there. Yun Qiao leaned against the glass on the door and tried to look inside, but there was a curtain hanging behind the door. The colorful curtain completely concealed the scene in the room, and Yun Qiao could not see any useful information.
Then she called out twice tentatively: "Wenjing? Wenjing, are you home?"
There was no response from inside the door.
Zheng Wenjing is not at home.
Yun Qiao frowned, and the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.
At this moment, the female neighbor who lived next door to Zheng Wenjing's house heard the noise outside, opened the door and leaned out of the house, reminding Yun Qiao subtly: "Comrade, Wenjing is not at home, please come back another day."
Yun Qiao quickly asked, "Then do you know where she went?"
Zheng Wenjing's female neighbor was quite young, about fifteen years old, and looked somewhat familiar.
Considering that this was a film studio and nine out of ten people living here were actors, Yun Qiao guessed that he had probably seen her in a movie, but she was not famous, so he did not have a very deep impression of her.
The female neighbor looked embarrassed, as if she was hesitating whether to tell Yun Qiao.
Yun Qiao quickly added, "To be honest, it was Ji Ping who told me to come look for Wen Jing the other day. He said something had happened to Wen Jing and asked me to stay home with her. I'm Wen Jing's best friend, and when I heard her husband say that, I was worried that something had happened to Wen Jing, so I dropped what I was doing and rushed over. But when I got here, I found that Wen Jing's house was locked and she was not at home. This made me even more worried. I was worried that something had happened to Wen Jing..."
"Comrade, if you know anything, you must tell me... I would be very grateful to you!"
The female neighbor hesitated to speak. Logically, she shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs... But when she saw the genuine worry on Yun Qiao's face, she finally made up her mind and spoke out.
"Wenjing...Wenjing fell and hit her head. She was taken to the hospital by other neighbors half an hour ago."
"What?!" Yun Qiao's eyes widened upon hearing this, a look of anxiety on his face. He pressed on, "Wen Jing is injured? How was she injured? Is it serious?"
The female neighbor sighed and said, "How she was injured...it's a family matter, so I won't tell you. You should ask her yourself when you see her later. As for the severity of her injuries, I'm not sure. The situation was quite chaotic at the time, and I was pregnant, so I didn't dare get close. I just saw blood on her forehead from a distance."
Yun Qiao nodded and asked, "Do you know which hospital she was sent to?"
The female neighbor replied, "It's the nearest Third Hospital."
"Thank you, Mr. Right. I'll go to the Third Hospital now." Yun Qiao didn't have time to say more words of thanks, he turned around and rushed downstairs.
After walking out of the corridor, Yun Qiao pedaled his bicycle and headed quickly towards the hospital.
Her heart was filled with worry. She pedaled desperately, her clothes soaked with sweat on her back, but she didn't care about the summer heat at all.
When he arrived at the hospital, Yun Qiao parked his bicycle in the garage and then rushed into the outpatient hall.
She didn't know whether Zheng Wenjing was receiving emergency treatment or in the hospital ward, so she could only look for her everywhere.
She first went to the emergency room, but luckily, after walking around the emergency room, she found Zheng Wenjing directly in the infusion room next to the emergency room.
Zheng Wenjing was resting on the bed in the infusion room, with gauze wrapped around her head and her wounds treated.
She had her eyes closed and her face was pale. There was still dried blood on the right side of her face, with a strand of hair stuck to it, giving it an ominous dark red color.
Yun Qiao quickly walked to the bedside, grasped Zheng Wenjing's hand, and spoke in a trembling voice: "Wenjing..."
Hearing Yun Qiao's voice, Zheng Wenjing opened her eyes. She wanted to smile at Yun Qiao, but she couldn't smile at all. She could only forcefully pull her lips.
"Yun Qiao, why are you here?" she asked.
"Ji Ping called me and said something happened to you and asked me to go to your house to keep you company." Yun Qiao replied, "But when I got to the studio's family compound, I found your door closed and you weren't home. I was so worried. Luckily, the neighbor next door heard me calling you and came out to tell me you were at the Third Hospital. That's how I found you."
"She told me you fell and hit your head. How are you feeling now? Is your head okay? What did the doctor say? Is it serious?"
Zheng Wenjing said: "It's not serious. I just tilted the flowerpot when I fell, and got scratched by the broken pieces. The wound isn't deep, I can walk after a while and I don't even need to stay in the hospital."
"It's not serious. But what happened yesterday?" Yun Qiao asked worriedly, "Why did you fall down out of nowhere? Ji Ping wasn't here to accompany you."
Zheng Wenjing said, "Ji Ping went to Jibei. This is his first time as a director, so he lacks experience and has to do a lot of things himself."
"Then how did he know you were in trouble?" Yun Qiao felt something was wrong and asked, "He was so far away in Jibei, but he still called me and asked me to go to your house to accompany you."
Zheng Wenjing said, "Maybe his mother called him before she came to my house, and he was worried that his mother would embarrass me, so he asked you to stay home with me. With outsiders at home, his mother would probably be a little cautious."
"So, it was Ji Ping's mother who made things difficult for you?" Yun Qiao frowned. "She pushed you?"
Zheng Wenjing hummed, "We had a bit of an argument. She said something a bit harsh, and I couldn't help but retort a few times. What she said was pretty harsh, too. She got so angry she wanted to hit me, and in my haste to hide, I didn't notice the flower pot rack behind me, and I tripped."
After hearing this, Yun Qiao clenched his fists in anger: "That's too much! If you want to argue, you can argue. You can't hit others even if you are angry."
Zheng Wenjing's face was pale, and she said weakly, "Actually, we were both at fault for the quarrel. She spoke harshly, and I was too angry at the time. I knew she valued Ji Ping more than me, but I still said that Ji Ping was not good enough."
"You can't hit people." Yun Qiao muttered, "I used to think your mother-in-law was quite well-mannered."
"She's always showing it to the outside world," Zheng Wenjing said. "After all these years, she's really had enough of me."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Yun Qiao was puzzled.
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