"Mr. Ji, aren't you afraid of giving others something to say if you come here so late?" Zhou Yunqiang suppressed his inner turmoil and spoke coldly.
Ji Chu's eyes were bloodshot, and the unreadable dark light in them made it impossible for Zhou Yun to see clearly.
Before opening the door, Ji Chu was confused and even angry about his inexplicable decision to come to her apartment.
Upon opening the door and seeing Zhou Yun's sexy and alluring fox-like eyes, Ji Chu's inner self-reproach grew fainter, replaced by a strange flutter in his heart.
This wasn't the reason he came, but when he saw the girl's pitiful, misty eyes, his calm and refined facade crumbled completely.
To Ji Chu, Zhou Yun's angry expression was like a beckoning enchantress. He narrowed his eyes slightly, strode into the room, and closed the door.
Zhou Yun was caught off guard when Ji Chu grabbed her hand, hooked it around his neck, and swiftly kissed her lips. He deftly pried open her teeth, savoring her sweetness.
Zhou Yun was shocked by Ji Chu's sudden behavior. Her eyes widened, and then her shock turned into anger. She tried to break free but her hands were held firmly to his body.
The man's handsome face drew closer and closer until his breath, reeking of alcohol, filled her mouth. Zhou Yun bit down hard, and a metallic taste of blood spread through her mouth.
Ji Chu winced in pain, but did not loosen her grip on the back of her head.
"Let me go!" The stinging pain from her abdominal wound made her furrow her brow and stop struggling with her arms and body.
Ji Chu felt the thin fabric on the taut back of the little woman in his arms seep out and become damp. His movements paused, his thoughts slowly pulled back, and he gently released his hands that were holding her.
Zhou Yun glared at Ji Chu, feeling both ashamed and agitated; the tearing pain in her abdomen was almost suffocating her.
She slowly sat down on the sofa, her slender hands supporting her weight, preventing her from seeing the man's expression.
"Where is the first-aid kit?" Ji Chu asked in a low, hoarse voice as he looked around the apartment.
Zhou Yun pointed to the cabinet in the entryway. Ji Chu opened the cabinet, found the first-aid kit, and took out painkillers and iodine-soaked cotton balls.
He turned around, went to the kitchen, poured a glass of warm water, walked over to Zhou Yun, and handed her the painkillers and warm water. "Take these first, then I'll stop the bleeding from the wound."
Taking the medicine and water, Zhou Yun avoided eye contact with him, her tone distant and cold, "Mr. Ji, it's too late, you shouldn't stay here. I can change the dressing myself, no need for you to trouble yourself."
Ji Chu seemed not to hear him, his tone leaving no room for argument: "Lie down if you don't want your wound to reopen."
“I can do it myself…” Zhou Yun’s voice softened, now both ashamed and angry, her eyes misting over.
The wound is on her abdomen, and she's wearing a nightgown right now, so she has to pull the nightgown open to change the dressing.
Ji Chu glanced at the embarrassed girl, walked to the other side of the sofa, took out a thin blanket and covered Zhou Yun's lower body, then gestured for her to pull up her dress.
Zhou Yun realized that if she didn't do as he said, the man wouldn't leave tonight, so she could only blush and pull her skirt up from under the blanket.
Ji Chu picked up his tools in front of the sofa and began to treat Zhou Yun's wounds. "I've seen everything I should and shouldn't have seen."
"Um?"
A moment of silence fell over the room.
"Remember to take your medicine on time. You can't change the dressing yourself; you have to go to the hospital to change it." Ji Chu looked at Zhou Yun's wound with deep eyes.
"Okay, thank you." Zhou Yun slowly regained her composure, then seemed to remember something and her tone returned to calm. "Go back now, don't come again. I will follow the doctor's orders."
Ji Chu remained silent, surveying the room's layout before finally refraining from speaking.
"I'll be taking Xiaojin abroad tomorrow." Ji Chu stared intently at Zhou Yun.
"Hmm." Zhou Yun sniffed and let out a soft groan.
"Ji Chu, don't come here again. Zhou Jin is the girl from back then. I lied to you."
A moment of silence fell over the room.
Ji Chu left after all. The moment the door closed, she curled up on the sofa, buried her forehead in the blanket she had just been lying on, her thin shoulders trembling, and she sobbed softly like a lonely and helpless child.
...
In the following days, news of the Lu Group president spending lavishly continued to dominate the top of the news.
Alongside Lu's headlines, the news of Feng Yunzhou and Lin Zhiyu's marriage also made the list, and this headline's popularity continued to soar, even surpassing Lu's search terms.
After all, it was a marriage between two major families in the capital, and they were recognized by the media and the industry as a golden couple.
On the night of the auction dinner, Feng Yunzhou, who had been quiet for years, posted a photo of Lin Zhiyu on his personal Weibo account.
The CEO has already started, and the Feng Group headquarters and its subsidiaries have all reposted it. The Weibo posts mainly consist of the couple trying on wedding dresses, choosing diamond rings, and some photos of their dates.
Since Shi Wan rarely pays attention to Weibo news after returning to China, she naturally didn't know that the trending topics on the internet had shifted from her and Lu Jingyan to Feng Yunzhou and Lin Zhiyu.
That day, Shi Wan was doing simple basic dance exercises in the living room.
During this period, Lu Jingyan accompanied her to do rehabilitation training every day, and her leg muscles are much stronger than before.
With Ji Chu's suggestion that she could do some basic dance training, she naturally couldn't give up any opportunity to stand on the stage.
Just then, Lu Jingyan, who had just returned from outside, was about to walk over when his cell phone rang "ding-dong" a dozen times.
Her actions were interrupted by the ringing of her phone. Shi Wan frowned and looked at Lu Jingyan with a puzzled expression.
The man with an innocent expression shrugged and picked up his phone with the same puzzled look.
Shi Wan continued practicing, waiting for Lu Jingyan to speak. After waiting for more than ten seconds without hearing a sound, she looked suspiciously at the man staring at his phone.
"What's wrong?"
Lu Jingyan glanced at Feng Yunzhou's personal Weibo account and the push notifications from his various companies, a slight smile playing on his lips.
He glanced up at Shi Wan, who was focused on practicing, and then casually remarked, "Feng Yunzhou is showing off his affection."
"Hmm?" Shi Wan glanced at Lu Jingyan, then continued stretching her body expressionlessly.
After finishing the last stretching exercise, Shi Wan moved her eyes and looked up at Lu Jingyan, "You're still concerned about Feng Yunzhou?"
Lu Jingyan leaned lazily against the table, handed his phone to Shi Wan, and when he swiped the screen and saw the message, his fingertips involuntarily stiffened.
Then, he turned off the screen and handed the phone to Lu Jingyan.
His expression remained unchanged.
Lu Jingyan stared at her for a while, then strode over to her side and massaged the back of her neck and shoulders.
Shi Wan closed her eyes in enjoyment.
"What does Wanwan want to say about Feng Yunzhou and Lin Zhiyu getting married next month?"
Lu Jingyan's deep voice came from beside her ear. Shi Wan continued to enjoy Lu Jingyan's massage service and lazily said, "I wish them a happy marriage."
Lu Jingyan raised an eyebrow, pulled Shi Wan onto his lap, and stared intently at her. "Will Wanwan be sad?"
Shi Wan looked at him with a hint of grievance in her eyes.
Shi Wan: ……
Before Shi Wan could speak, Lu Jingyan's voice came from above, "If Wanwan is sad, you can lean on my shoulder."
Shi Wan: ……
Looking into his dark, gentle eyes, Shi Wan said frankly, "What does it matter to me who he marries?"
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