Chapter 151 Does Your Hand Hurt?
Hearing the man's question, Wen Jiu was stunned and hurriedly shook her head.
"No."
Ji Heng had personally mentored her for a period of time, making him her first mentor after entering the procuratorate.
Therefore, Wen Jiu had deep feelings for him and respected him greatly.
When she denied it, he asked again, "If you're not dating, what's the deal with that car?"
Wen Jiu didn't know what to say. She stood there for a while and hesitated before muttering, "I used to date him."
"before?"
Ji Heng was slightly taken aback. He had always thought that his little apprentice had nothing on his mind except work.
I've introduced her to many promising young men over the past two years, but she always rejects them after just hearing about them, without even meeting them in person.
He said he wasn't in a rush to date, but as time went on, he let her be.
I initially thought he was truly focused on his work, but now it seems that's not entirely the reason.
Having spoken with someone of that status, one naturally looks down on ordinary people.
However, Ji Heng thought for a while and said, "When dealing with these wealthy people, we should be careful, whether for our own safety or professional protection."
"Um."
Wen Jiu nodded obediently.
At this moment, the person in front of him suddenly said, "I've heard about what happened today."
Her expression changed.
Ji Heng looked up at the girl's suddenly aggrieved expression, his gaze falling on her hand hanging by her side, where there was a bloody red mark on her palm and bloodstains on the hem of her clothes.
It's been so long and it still hasn't been resolved; you can imagine how she feels right now.
Even so, out of concern for her safety, he still said, "Today, gather up the case files and hand them over to Wen Jun."
"Why?" came a clearly panicked voice.
"Your current condition is no longer suitable for following up on this case. Find another case to follow."
"Where is it unsuitable?"
"If you were right for me, you wouldn't have said something so emotional to me."
Wen Jiu was taken aback by what he was said.
"Master."
“Calling me ‘Master’ won’t help. Do you know what we’re most afraid of when we’re handling cases? It’s acting on emotion! And what you’re doing now isn’t just acting on impulse, but also those photos. With Li Xingzhou dead, Zhiyi’s case is at the height of its controversy. If you continue investigating, what if these photos are used by someone with ulterior motives? When public opinion gets out of control, not only me, but no one can protect you.”
After Ji Heng finished speaking, he couldn't bear to see the other person's reddened eyes, so he softened his tone: "Listen to me, Wen Jun and Sun Jin are old partners, they will definitely be able to handle this case well. You should withdraw now and not cause trouble for yourself."
*
Around 7 p.m., Wen Jiu came out of the procuratorate carrying a pile of documents. The cold wind blowing against her body felt like a sharp knife cutting into her heart and pouring in.
At this moment, the conference room was completely silent. The person sitting in the main seat had long, slender hands with distinct knuckles, flipping through documents.
The sense of pressure emanating from someone who has reached this position at such a young age is self-evident.
The crowd below watched him silently, their breathing almost imperceptible.
He placed the documents on the table and said casually, "That's enough for today."
"it's over?"
They noticed that the man had been acting strangely lately; he had suddenly become much more humane and would leave work around 8 p.m., something they would never have dared to imagine under normal circumstances.
Lu Nian followed behind the man: "Boss, where do we go next?"
"Go back to Yujing."
Someone should be home by now.
*
"Miss Wen hasn't returned yet."
Seeing the person who had fallen silent since hearing those words, everyone in the living room quietly lowered their heads.
Zhou Yanchuan frowned slightly and took out his phone to make a call.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later..."
He picked up his coat and started to walk outside, but stopped when he saw the girl returning from outside.
I was going to ask her with a stern face why she came back so late, but I noticed her reddened eyes and the tip of her nose first.
Wen Jiu had her eyes downcast when she opened the door, but when she sensed someone in front of her, she lifted her eyelids.
She looked at the person standing in front of her, her brows furrowing slightly. After a couple of seconds, she whispered, "You're back."
Zhou Yanchuan's heart softened, but his face remained expressionless: "Mm."
Wen Jiu glanced down at the clothes draped over his arm: "Are you going out again?"
“I’m not going out,” he said, turning around and going back.
Everyone in the living room heard the commotion at the door. Looking at the girl who followed Zhou Yanchuan in, Aunt Lin wanted to say that she was worried about her going out, but she was stopped by a look in her eyes.
Zhou Yanchuan pulled out a chair next to the dining table and sat down.
Aunt Lin swallowed back the words she was about to say, picked up the plate with a damp towel on it, and walked over to Wen Jiu.
As Wen Jiu reached for the towel, Aunt Lin suddenly exclaimed, "What happened to your hand?"
The person at the table raised their eyebrows and eyes.
Wen Jiu looked over and noticed a red mark in the middle of her palm.
"It's nothing," she said, picking up a towel to wipe herself. "I must have bumped into it by accident today."
"How could nothing be wrong? It's so deep."
As the woman spoke, she found a first-aid kit and, while bending down to apply the ointment, kept saying, "How did such a delicate hand get such a deep cut? It must hurt so much!"
Wen Jiu said, "It doesn't hurt."
Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her again.
Aunt Lin noticed his gaze and immediately picked it up, saying, "Look how considerate he is."
Wen Jiu was surprised that the woman would suddenly show her hand to Zhou Yanchuan. She was stunned for two seconds and subconsciously tried to dodge.
But before she could dodge, Zhou Yanchuan glanced at her indifferently and looked away without saying a word.
Wen Jiu lowered her eyelashes slightly, concealing the darkness in her eyes.
She had just been worried that he would feel sorry for her.
After applying the medicine, Wen Jiu went to the dining table to eat. Fortunately, it was her left hand that was injured, so it didn't affect her movements.
The two didn't exchange a single word throughout the meal. It wasn't until after they finished eating, when Wen Jiu stood up, that she said, "I'm going back to my bedroom now."
After she left, Zhou Yanchuan also went to the study.
Looking at the two closed doors, the people in the living room were able to catch their breath.
Why is the atmosphere between the boss and Miss Wen so strange?
"As soon as he saw that Miss Wen was not there, he immediately went out to look for her, but why did he turn around and become so cold?"
"Does the boss even care about Miss Wen?"
*
As soon as Zhou Yanchuan entered the study, he called Lu Nian and asked him to find out what had happened to the girl that day.
He finished his work early so he could spend more time with her, but seeing how distracted she was, he didn't know what to say.
"Boss, Miss Wen today..."
Lu Nian called and told him everything about Li Xingzhou.
After listening, Zhou Yanchuan hung up the phone without saying a word.
When he came out of the study, he was on the living room carpet, holding Little Yellow and playing with it.
Zhou Yanchuan stood there for a while, then walked straight toward her without saying a word.
Wen Jiu was lost in thought while holding Xiao Huang and didn't notice the person who walked over to the sofa.
While she was lost in thought, the cushion next to her sank in, and Zhou Yanchuan sat down.
Wen Jiu's wandering thoughts returned, and she turned her head to look at her: "Are you going to sleep?"
"Um."
He responded indifferently.
Upon hearing this, Wen Jiu stood up from the sofa and said to the puppy rolling around on the carpet, "Little Yellow, let's go."
She was about to leave when, unexpectedly, the person on the sofa suddenly spoke up—
Does your hand hurt?
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