Chapter 95 Who exactly said older men are no good? ...
Chapter 95
Jiang Mingxu had a dream.
In the dream, Jian Er, because of his revenge, attacked Jin Ran with a knife at the school gate. Although Jin Ran dodged the first blow, she slipped while retreating and hit her forehead hard on the curb, losing consciousness on the spot.
Fortunately, the examination results showed that it was only a mild concussion. He stayed by her bedside for a whole day and night, and finally, on the morning of the second day, Jin Ran opened her eyes.
Upon hearing the news, Jiang Mingxu immediately went to the ward, but the moment he opened the door, he was met with a woman's rejecting and disdainful gaze.
That look was both strange and familiar. Strange because Jin Ran would never look at people like that, but familiar because... it was clearly the look that "the original Jin Ran" had given him.
A rustling sound came from outside the door, disturbing Jiang Mingxu, who was lying on the bed, and he slowly opened his eyes.
The erratic pounding in his chest continued, making his temples throb. He subconsciously looked at the spot next to him, where Jin Ran, with a bandage on her head, was sleeping soundly.
He was uncontrollably affected by the emotions in his dream, and by the time he came to his senses, he had already reached out and woken the person up.
"Ugh, what is it?" Jin Ran, who was grumpy when she was woken up, turned over impatiently. After what had happened yesterday, she was exhausted and wished she could sleep for three days and three nights. But the hand behind her was still shaking her relentlessly, finally forcing her to open her eyes—her clear almond-shaped eyes were misty with morning moisture.
Those eyes were filled with anger, disbelief, and a hint of grievance: "Jiang Mingxu, are you crazy! I still want to sleep!"
Seeing this, Jiang Mingxu breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.
It's her.
She's still here.
The dream shattered, and Jiang Mingxu returned to his normal self. Apart from himself, probably no one knew the turbulent emotions, the desolate and overwhelming panic that had gripped him in those few short minutes.
And the joy of losing something and then regaining it.
He spoke in a low, gentle voice: "It's time to change the dressing. The wound can't be covered for too long, or it will leave a scar."
The man's gentle tone contrasted sharply with his cold, stern eyes, inexplicably evoking the image of a tiger sniffing a rose.
Jin Ran then realized that he was also frightened.
She sighed inwardly. Yesterday's events happened suddenly. Jian Er, who was hiding in the crowd, rushed out. Her heart stopped beating. At the critical moment, her survival instinct of fear made her body reflexively retreat, avoiding a fatal blow, but she fell to the edge of the road.
Blood was streaming down Jiang Mingxu's face, and judging from his expression and the screams of passersby, it must have been quite frightening.
However, Jin Ran did not feel the pain immediately, and even had time to think about another problem.
—She seems to have a special connection with curbs.
Later, seeing Jiang Mingxu subdue Jian Er in a few moves and kick him away with such force, she finally had a direct understanding of this man's fighting prowess in his youth. After the police arrived and arrested him, and she went to the hospital to treat her wounds, the belated pain finally overwhelmed her; cold sweat soaked her back, and she eventually fainted from the pain.
At this moment, Jin Ran touched her forehead, and the dull pain gradually returned, startling her so much that she immediately withdrew her fingers.
She got out of bed, turned around and hugged Jiang Mingxu. In the cool morning air, their body heat was transmitted to each other through their thin pajamas. She could smell the faint scent of pine needles on him: "Then change for me, but be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."
Jiang Mingxu quietly retrieved the tools.
His movements were much more skilled than Jin Ran's; he could barely feel the weight, and Jin Ran finished before she felt any pain.
He gave a thumbs-up: "Very impressive."
Jiang Mingxu looked at her carefully and confirmed that she wasn't lying.
Jin Ran had always been in good health, with a rosy complexion and plenty of energy; even Chef Wang praised her for her vitality. But at this moment, her cheeks were as pale as paper, her lips were almost transparently pale, and she looked so weak that it was heartbreaking.
"Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Huh?" Jin Ran was a little confused by the question. After thinking about it seriously for a moment, she said, "No, you should go and do your own thing."
"real?"
Jin Ran looked up at her: "What do you want to say?"
Jiang Mingxu hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to speak: "In literary works, ghosts need to absorb yang energy to maintain their existence or enhance their magical power, such as Nie Xiaoqian in Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio, and the Painted Skin Ghost in Zi Bu Yu. If you need help, I can help..."
Before he could finish speaking, Jin Ran suddenly burst out laughing.
"Hahahaha..." She laughed so hard she almost fell off the bed, tears welling up in her eyes. Jiang Mingxu, with a dark face, scooped her up. Their eyes met, and Jin Ran's chest heaved. "Ghosts suck yang energy, hahahaha, Jiang Mingxu, who told you I'm a ghost?"
Jiang Mingxu paused, seemingly realizing something, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face: "Sorry, I guessed wrong."
Jin Ran looked at his embarrassed expression and couldn't help but laugh. Who would have thought that this serious man was actually an old scholar who believed in ghosts and gods? Isn't the contrast adorable? However, upon further reflection, she realized that he had mistaken her for a ghost, yet he hadn't done anything to harm her, and was even willing to let her absorb his yang energy. His sincerity was truly touching.
“Who said I’m a ghost?” She pursed her lips, her overly pale cheeks gradually turning rosy. “I’m a person, a perfectly normal person!”
"The person who followed you last time."
"Oh, I was just trying to scare him."
Jiang Mingxu: "..."
From then on, President Jiang had another dark chapter in his history.
Whenever the two have a conflict, Jin Ran always brings it up, and then takes advantage of the other person's silence to turn the tide of the "argument" from a disadvantageous position to a victory.
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The rustling sounds at the door grew louder and louder.
Jiang Mingxu reluctantly got up and opened the door.
Jiang Xuli's head popped in from outside, bobbing up and down like a mushroom. Besides Jiang Mingxu, the person most worried about Jin Ran after her accident was Jiang Xuli. Hearing that Jin Ran was attacked by Jian Er at the school gate, he skipped his regular classes and sprinted out of the classroom like a 100-meter dash.
If Jian Er hadn't been arrested by the police for intentionally injuring someone, Jiang Xuli would definitely have put him in a sack again.
“Nobody knew Jian Er would go crazy,” Jin Ran said, rubbing his frizzy head. “Besides, I managed to avoid it, so don’t worry.”
Jiang Xuli frowned, somewhat stubbornly insisting, "From now on, I'll walk with you after school."
Once or twice, but not a third time.
He would never let her get hurt again.
However, Jiang Xuli knew his own limitations. If he wanted Jian Er to pay the price, his father would have to step in. He looked at Jiang Mingxu, who nodded with a deep look in his eyes: "He won't come out again."
If the police ask for evidence, he will produce all of it.
Wencheng High School is the most prestigious key high school in City A, which cultivates future social elites. Jian Er chose to commit the crime in such an important place. The cameras in the surrounding shops captured his behavior clearly. Not only that, but he was also witnessed by many people and made the news that day.
When the news spread, parents who might have kept quiet in ordinary times suddenly unleashed an amazing force for their children's safety. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mingji's legal team united all the parents to form a rights protection alliance.
The police had to speed up their investigation.
Fortunately, Jian Er wasn't particularly clever. His crime plan was quickly recovered from his computer, the evidence overwhelming and the circumstances egregious, leaving no room for leniency. Moreover, his father, President Jian, knowingly used his connections to exonerate his son despite knowing of his repeated violations.
The court ultimately determined that Jian Er had committed serious premeditation and, considering his previous criminal acts, sentenced him to fifty years in prison. Meanwhile, Jian Zong was accused of harboring criminals and obstructing justice; his company was thoroughly investigated by the tax and industry authorities, and his illegal activities, including tax evasion and commercial bribery, were subsequently exposed.
In just half a month, the once-glorious Jian's Group saw its stock price plummet, partners terminated their contracts one after another, and the company ultimately could not hold on and declared bankruptcy.
The Jian family was utterly defeated and became a thing of the past.
Jin Ran had heard about this a few times.
She only listened to a few things, not because she didn't want to, but because her whole family was on high alert, afraid that she would waste any energy during her recovery.
Actually, Jin Ran thinks this injury is a good thing.
First, the school allowed her to take paid leave and told her not to rush, but to recover her health before returning to work.
Secondly, everyone in the villa treated her like a porcelain vase. Chef Wang prepared a variety of delicious and nourishing meals for her, the servants told her interesting gossip to keep her from getting bored, and the all-around housekeeper Cheng quietly took care of all the logistical support.
Every day after school, Jiang Xuli would pack her a dessert.
Even when Jin Ran made some unreasonable demands, such as asking him to drink milk tea from a shop ten kilometers away or to help supervise the students' math studies, the boy never complained and completed the tasks without a word.
During this time, colleagues, students, Mrs. Lin and others came to visit her one after another. Even Wei Ya, who had become a third-tier actress and was busy all day long, took the time to come.
Jin Ran enjoyed a few days of such good days. Good news, it was really great! The wound on her forehead was visibly healing, and she no longer felt dizzy.
Bad news, she's being turned into a useless person.
So one night, when Jiang Mingxu was changing her dressing again, she brought up her plan to go back to school.
The reason given was that if they stayed any longer, the ground would grow mold.
Jiang Mingxu did not immediately agree, but frowned and stared at her forehead: "It still looks a little red."
"That's because the wound is healing and it's itchy, I just scratched it."
"Are you still dizzy?"
"Oh dear, I'm not dizzy anymore."
But Jiang Mingxu still wouldn't budge, seemingly wanting to find some other problems. Jin Ran simply moved closer: "It's really healed, you can check if you don't believe me."
Jiang Mingxu was caught off guard and actually bent down to check. Just as his slender fingers brushed aside her bangs and he was about to take a closer look, he was suddenly kissed.
*Smack!*
Touch and then leave.
Jin Ran, who had successfully launched a sneak attack, smiled like a cat that had stolen cream, her eyes and brows brimming with a sly smile: "I think the examination can't just rely on the naked eye, we also need to look at the mental state. Look how energetic I am."
When reasoning fails, they resort to shamelessness, blatantly using their charms. Jiang Mingxu's eyes darkened: "How did you figure that out?"
"I already kissed you, what do you say?"
Jin Ran blinked her big eyes, deliberately dragging out the last syllable in a soft, drawn-out way, like a little hook coated in honey.
The hook made Jiang Mingxu's Adam's apple bob. The atmosphere froze, and ambiguity spread. In a moment, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms. His deep voice carried a dangerous undertone: "This way of proving it is too perfunctory. I'm afraid it won't work. I have another way."
What is it?
In response to her, Jiang Mingxu leaned closer and closer.
The world spun around me, my mind reeled, and my body landed in the center of the bed. A passionate kiss, gentle yet urgent, sealed the soft moans between my lips.
"Close your eyes."
Suddenly, a breeze stirred outside the window, causing the gauze curtains to sway gently. Moonlight shone through the air, and a water lily bloomed beside the bed.
Suddenly a gust of wind and rain came, and large raindrops lashed at the delicate pink petals, making them sway precariously before being gently lifted up.
In the latter half, Jin Ran was too tired to say anything. Her eyes closed drowsily, and she only vaguely remembered the man's strong arms always around her, his hot palms pressed against her lower back, rubbing away the soreness little by little.
As dawn broke and a new day began, Jin Ran lay alone in the clean, freshly made bedding, recalling the events of the previous day, feeling utterly heartbroken.
No, who said older men are no good?!
Wow, he's amazing!
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On the first day of resuming work, the results of the National Mathematical Olympiad were released.
Thirteen students from Wencheng Middle School participated in the competition this time, and the final results were quite good. Six students achieved good results, including two second prizes and three third prizes. Jiang Xuli won the first prize in the CMO with a high score.
When the gleaming gold medal arrived, it caused a huge uproar at Wencheng Middle School.
Thanks to Jiang Xuli's background and good looks, he has always been a low-key celebrity at school. People pay attention to his daily life, hobbies and behaviors, and naturally know about his average grades.
But who could have imagined that Jiang Mingxu, whose overall grades were mediocre, would have such outstanding talent in mathematics that he surpassed other promising students and became the biggest dark horse in the Olympiad?
This also brought her mentor, Jin Ran, back into the public eye.
"She's only been with the company for a year, but she's already improving grades, attracting students and investment, and now she's mentored a math Olympiad champion."
"What great luck!"
"Haha, don't be so sour. Even with the best luck, you couldn't do it. They really have the skills!"
The atmosphere in the office subtly changed. Regardless of their previous thoughts, colleagues now took the initiative to be friendly and humbly asked for teaching methods.
Jin Ran was open-minded and shared her teaching experiences with anyone who asked. This sincerity earned her the genuine respect of the other teachers. Then, as if remembering something, she looked up at a certain spot and realized that the sarcastic female teacher had already quietly left the office.
She glanced at it only once before calmly looking away.
A woman's greatest medal is her strength; all those superficial boasts pale and powerless in the face of her solid achievements.
...
Jin Ran's excellence is evident to all.
Now, even the principal could no longer use age and seniority as an excuse to refuse, because in the face of a real gold medal, the halo of other candidate teachers paled in comparison.
On Monday, during the flag-raising ceremony, the principal announced the final list of candidates for the Dean of Students at a meeting of all teachers and students.
Unsurprisingly, Jin Ran was elected as the new Dean of Studies at Wencheng Middle School with an overwhelming majority of 50 votes to 10.
It was a windy day, and the sun was warm. Melted snow water accumulated in small puddles on the road, reflecting tiny glimmers of light.
Jin Ran stood on the high platform of the auditorium, her gaze sweeping over the hundreds of familiar and unfamiliar faces below the stage. Students, colleagues, and Jiang Xuli, who was standing at the back of the Class 3 line, were waving at her frantically. His cool face was now filled with pride and excitement, which made Jin Ran unable to help but curl the corners of her mouth.
She said, "I will prove with my actions that your choice is trustworthy."
Before the words were even finished, the students of Class 3 couldn't contain their cheers. Thunderous applause echoed throughout the auditorium. Amidst the enduring excitement and the faint fragrance of plum blossoms, Jin Ran's era officially began.
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