Chapter 30
I slept very comfortably in the sinking pool.
I don't know when it started, but my whole body has been feeling warm. Not hot, just warm, like soaking in warm water, with soft waves rippling slowly beneath me. It's so comfortable that I don't even want to open my eyes.
When the cell phone rang, Chen Liuchi was dreaming that Cen Zhao was picking up his thighs and trying to carry them onto his shoulders. He opened his eyes and realized it was just a good dream. He couldn't help but despise himself for being so lustful after having sex that he couldn't even have a peaceful dream.
Chen Liuchi touched the phone in a daze, his vision still a little blurry. He squinted his eyes and calmed down, and finally saw the caller clearly. It was Shen Maoyuan.
Chen Liuchi was a little nervous at first, but then he became confident. Anyway, he and Cen Zhao had already had it out in front of Zhang Ning. He was very confident now. He was just facing his brother and there was nothing to be afraid of.
With this in mind, Chen Liuchi boldly pressed the answer button. After a brief pause, Shen Maoyuan's voice appeared, his tone slightly dissatisfied: "Where are you? What took you so long to answer the phone?"
Chen Liuchi's back suddenly became a little weak. It was not his fault, but mainly Cen Zhao's fault last night.
"Why aren't you talking?" Fortunately, Shen Maoyuan seemed to be in a good mood. He didn't pay attention to his hesitation and continued to ask, "Are you coming home for dinner this week?"
Chen Liuchi felt that he couldn't go back at least today, so he had to drag it out: "Let's see, cough, let's see, I'm busy enough this week, I want to sleep at home."
As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt something was wrong. His throat sounded dry and hoarse, as if he had been choking on tree bark. Sure enough, Shen Maoyuan on the other end of the line immediately noticed: "What's wrong with your voice? Do you have a cold?"
Chenliuchi replied vaguely, "Well, I wanted to stay cool last night, so the air conditioner temperature was a little low."
Shen Maoyuan was the older brother after all, so he got a little irritated and anxious when he heard this: "How many times have I told you about your air conditioner—"
"Xiaochi."
The bedroom door was pushed open, and Cen Zhao came in with a cup of water. His tone was so tender and affectionate: "I heard that you seemed to be awake. Are you feeling unwell..."
Before he could finish his words, Cen Zhao met Chen Liuchi's eyes, who was holding his phone with a resentful look on his face. He blinked while holding the cup, and opened his mouth to make innocent sounds: "I didn't know you were on the phone."
"Sinking pond."
On the other end of the line, Shen Maoyuan clearly heard Cen Zhao's voice, but his tone was surprisingly calm: "Who are you with? The forensic doctor?"
Chen Liuchi said stubbornly, "Yes... I, I have a cold, so he came to take care of me..."
Shen Maoyuan gave him a sarcastic, cold and distrustful "he" in response.
Chen Liuchi immediately became unhappy. "What are you laughing at? Don't think I don't know. You are definitely not a virgin anymore!"
Shen Maoyuan probably felt that it was inevitable that his brother would not stay at home, so he did not continue with this awkward topic. After a few seconds of silence, he turned and said, "I went to the hospital to remove the stitches today and met Jiang Bozheng."
Chen Liuchi thought to himself that he was right, I just made him angry last night.
Then Shen Maoyuan followed up with the following sentence: "He seems to be dying."
"I heard the emergency department ask them to contact his family so they can make plans for the next step."
Chen Liuchi didn't say anything. In an instant, Jiang Bozheng's shouting seemed to ring in his ears again, just as hoarse as last night, making people feel noisy and upset.
What does it have to do with me whether he dies or not?
Why does everyone have to tell me?
I really don't care anymore.
The edge of the bed mattress sank a little, and Cen Zhao sat down next to the sinking pool, making almost no sound, but his entire presence was very strong, with his warmth, smell, breath, and embrace.
Cen Zhao grabbed Chen Liuchi's waist with one hand, pressed his back and pulled him closer to him. With his other hand, he reached over and removed the massage pad that had been placed under his waist. His lips moved slightly, "We've been connected for too long. Let's disconnect it for a while."
Chen Liuchi hummed and watched Cen Zhao put the massage mat on the bedside. However, he did not leave. Instead, he replaced the massage mat with his palm and gently kneaded his waist. The unique scent of Cen Zhao also came closer.
Chen Liuchi was distracted for a moment, and could hardly hear Shen Maoyuan's voice on the other end of the phone. His attention was all on the palm of his hand resting on his waist, which was soft and warm, like lying on a spring bed.
"...sink."
On the other end of the phone, Shen Maoyuan, who hadn't received a response for a long time, couldn't help but raise his voice: "Did you hear what I said?"
"I heard it."
Coming back to his senses, Chen Liuchi responded vaguely. He buried his face in Cen Zhao's chest and muttered dissatisfiedly: "You called me early in the morning just to tell me this? What does his life or death have to do with me?" It was simply disturbing his wet dreams.
Shen Maoyuan felt a slight headache, and after rubbing his forehead twice, he suppressed the urge to beat up his brother. "Did you hear what I said last? Jiang Lainan came and matched with him?"
Oh, I really didn’t hear that.
Chen Liuchi raised his head slightly and sat up a little from Cen Zhao's arms. The movement strained his back and waist, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath, but he kept talking: "Dad told me about this before. I was wondering how he could have a kidney donor as soon as he got out. Did he have his eyes on his sister for a long time?"
Speaking of this, Chen Liuchi felt very puzzled, or rather very surprised: "For what he did to Jiang Lainan at that time...Jiang Lainan actually agreed to it?"
If Jiang Bozheng is the proud ancestor of his Jiang family, then his sister Jiang Lainan is a typical Zhaodi. Her status and role in the family can be seen from her name alone. Jiang Lainan has been a slave to her younger brother since she was a child, and was even molested by her own brother at one point.
Is such a woman who has suffered oppression really willing to sacrifice herself to save Jiang Bozheng's life?
Shen Maoyuan also said: "It's hard to say, but you also know that the Jiang family treats Jiang Bozheng like the apple of their eye. It took a lot of effort to get him in. His father even broke two fingers but still refused to let his son go."
Chen Liuchi listened and shook his head. Although over-indulging is also considered a great emotion, this emotion is too strong and will destroy the child. Jiang Bozheng is the best example.
The two brothers chatted for a while, and Shen Maoyuan asked Chen Liuchi to pay attention to safety recently. The Jiang family is about to give up and who knows what trouble they will cause.
Chen Liuchi responded a few times and hung up the phone, ready to hang out with his own Sir Cen for a while longer, but when he looked up, he saw Cen Zhao frowning slightly, as if thinking about something.
"What's wrong?" Chen Liuchi raised his hand and poked Cen Zhao's eyebrows, a little narcissistically, "Are you worried about me?" The two of them were very close, and he didn't avoid people during the phone call just now, so Cen Zhao must have heard it.
Cen Zhao came back to his senses and let Shen Liuchi poke and press his brow for a few times before he pulled down his hand and clasped it in his palm: "Of course, I'm not too busy lately, so I should be off work earlier than you. I'll pick you up in the evenings from now on."
Chen Liuchi chuckled, feeling very touched by this caring and thoughtful attitude. But then he remembered something and waved his hands: "It's okay. My brother went to have his stitches removed today. He'll probably be able to go back to work next week, and then I can retire."
Cen Zhao pinched his nose and said, "Then stay home and don't run around."
Chen Liuchi snorted twice and didn't agree. After all, Boss Shen was a successful man. Although he hadn't been to the bar for nearly half a month, he didn't know whether Chen Du still recognized him as the second boss.
"By the way, I just heard your brother mention that Jiang Bozheng's father had two fingers broken?" Cen Zhao suddenly asked, "Can you tell me more about this?"
Chen Liuchi was a little surprised that Cen Zhao still cared about this, but he had nothing to hide. "It was when Jiang Bozheng was arrested that year. His father went to the police station and made a scene. He grabbed Jiang Bozheng and refused to let him go. He cursed me, our family, and the police. My brother was so angry that he had the bodyguard break two of his fingers and made him watch his son being handcuffed."
He defended his brother, saying, "Although it was a bit brutal, his father's scolding was really awful—"
"No, I don't think it's cruel. I even think you did the right thing." Cen Zhao reassured him, saying he approved of Shen Maoyuan's actions. But he also said, "It's just that you said he had two broken fingers, and I'm a little concerned."
"Do you still remember the severed hand your friend fished out on the yacht?"
Facing Chen Liuchi's surprised gaze, Cen Zhao nodded, "We checked and found that both the index and middle fingers of that hand had signs of healed fractures."
"It's just that I don't know if there are such coincidences in this world."
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