Chapter 32 Injury "Young Miss, how did you get injured like this?"
Be careful!
Seeing that Lan Jia had boarded the board, Song Qingqu hurriedly returned.
"You promised to teach me, but you ran off first. You really are a good teacher," Lan Jia complained resentfully.
He laughed: "I may not be the most professional, but I am definitely patient."
"Come on, let's tame this little skateboard together."
Song Qingqu gave a simple demonstration of a set of basic moves, and then gave a long list of special instructions. Lan Jia was impatient and stepped onto the skateboard before he could finish speaking. "Then let's get started."
"Do you really want to learn, or are you just looking for excitement?" he asked with a knowing look.
"So what? What can you do about it?" Lan Jia raised her chin slightly, her smile defiant.
"I never do things that are thankless or difficult."
"There's no railing here, give me your hand."
Lan Jia hesitated for a moment, then finally grabbed his arm, which was dangling in mid-air.
Inside the car, Meng Cenjun was holding her phone, checking a batch of recent expense bills.
This was the usual practice; although he publicly promised to let go, he wouldn't neglect any of the usual practices behind the scenes. Fortunately, Lan Jia still used his supplementary card to pay her bills, and he was fully aware of her every move.
Seeing the shopping malls, restaurants, and parks today, he gradually frowned.
Perhaps he was overthinking it, but it was a very obvious date route.
He also bought two skateboards. He had no idea she was interested in these things.
The laundromat, the film crew, colleagues—he could almost immediately guess who she was with.
We've only known each other for a few days? I'm already dizzy and confused.
He stared intently at the bill, mentally calculating the various possibilities that might have occurred along the way. The carriage was dimly lit, and the white light from the screen shone on his face, cold and sharp. His eyes were hidden in the darkness, like a dangerous creature lurking and watching in a rainforest.
What is this? It's disgusting.
Meng Cenjun turned off her phone, suddenly feeling a strong sense of self-loathing.
When I got home, the clock had already struck twelve, and Lan Jia was still nowhere to be seen.
He sat on the sofa, irritably loosening his tie, preparing to call and remind Zuo Tai to send the person back quickly.
Before the call could be connected, the door opened, and Aunt Ming came out at the sound. When she saw Lan Jia, she was shocked and horrified: "My God, Miss, how did you get hurt like this?"
Meng Cenjun was startled and immediately got up to check on her. She saw Lan Jia being helped in, limping. Because she was wearing shorts, her two bloody knees were particularly eye-catching, clearly indicating that she had fallen and injured herself.
He looked at Zuo Tai at the door with an accusing gaze, only to see the big man nod, his face full of seriousness: "I'm sorry, it was my fault."
"Brother, don't blame him. I told him not to come along." Lan Jia knew he was innocent and quickly tried to exonerate him.
Meng Cenjun didn't respond to her, but took the shopping bag from Zuo Tai's hand and told him to go back first.
"What should we do? We need to get Dr. Xu here to treat her right away," Aunt Ming said with a pained expression, her attention focused entirely on her wound.
"Go contact him first." After instructing Aunt Ming, he reached out and picked up Lan Jia, carrying her to the living room and carefully placing her on the sofa.
Lan Jia clutched the tassel of the blanket beside her and fell into a long silence.
Both were waiting for the other to speak first, but one was preoccupied and waiting for the right moment, while the other was holding back his anger and didn't want to say anything.
After finishing her phone call, Aunt Ming noticed the brother and sister sitting far apart. She wondered if her words from that morning had caused any further discord between them. With a sigh, she wisely refrained from disturbing them.
The doctor arrived quickly and examined Lan Jia carefully. Fortunately, it was just a scratch and no bones were broken.
The rinsing, disinfection, and bandaging processes were all handled perfectly.
She gave him some more instructions on wound care, but Lan Jia didn't listen at all, as if this kind of thing was just a routine matter for her.
Meng Cenjun glanced at her, and seeing her nonchalant attitude, his expression darkened further.
After the doctor left, the living room fell silent again.
Both of them remained seated, neither showing any intention of returning to their rooms. In truth, they both knew that everything that had happened today needed to be explained clearly.
From three meters away, Lan Jia glanced at him, propped herself up, and shuffled over with difficulty.
Meng Cenjun lifted her eyelids and felt a warm body lean against her shoulder.
They were thin and frail, and when pressed together, they felt slightly uncomfortable, creating an undeniable sense of unease.
It was too close, like a flame igniting dry pine needles, crackling and spreading, burning him in excruciating pain all over his body.
Those memories that had been so hard to suppress were easily stirred up again.
He knew he was no longer stagnant, yet he still clenched his fists, holding fast to his last line of defense.
"You still didn't listen to what I said," he said coldly.
"It was just a small accident." Lan Jia bent her knees, hugged her legs, and leaned against him unconsciously.
Meng Cenjun's gaze fell on her bandaged wound, and her words were barbed: "You've only just had it bandaged and you're already moving around. You're not taking care of it."
Lan Jia bent her knee, the injured area throbbing with pain. She didn't reply, but silently turned around, stretched out her legs, and placed them on his thighs.
She pressed half her face against the back of the sofa, staring intently at him with a defiant look like a kitten.
That intimate, bordering-on-incident distance felt like someone had barged into his bathroom while he was showering. Almost instantly, alarm bells rang in his ears, but his body seemed frozen; he could neither resist nor utter a word to stop them.
After a long pause, she managed to utter a few words with difficulty: "Yi Lanjia, are you deliberately trying to provoke me?"
Lan Jia didn't take it seriously and casually asked, "Why can't I touch your body?"
"Or do you, like everyone else, think that my behavior is shameless and disgraceful?"
"After all, we are siblings."
"And you, you'll always be that upright and well-mannered good brother." She smiled, her expression particularly sarcastic.
"You think I've always thought this way about you?" His eyes were like needles piercing the skin, the pain barely perceptible.
Lan Jia finally hardened her expression and said, "Then what do you mean by this morning? I really don't understand your strange behavior."
"Did I do something wrong? Did I upset you? Everything was fine yesterday, wasn't it?"
"You're like a completely different person."
Last night... Meng Cenjun had no way to defend herself, feeling as if she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.
He met her cold, scrutinizing gaze and helplessly looked away.
If she knew what kind of dirty and filthy thoughts he had about her, how would she view him?
Brother? Or a beast in human skin?
That utterly filthy dream.
Seeing his silence, Lan Jiayu's anger flared up, and she said angrily, "You're always running away, running away from this family, running away from me."
“Lan Jia…” He saw tears in her eyes and instinctively wanted to reach out, but after much consideration, he lowered his eyes and said, “I have a reason why I cannot answer this question.”
"Okay." She gave a wry smile. "Then let's skip this for now."
"I have something more important to ask you."
Before her, he was as weak as if he were on trial, quietly waiting for her to continue. But then Lan Jia suddenly sat up, and then a weight was placed on his legs as two arms expertly wrapped around his neck.
She sat on him so suddenly that, if there had been a bright light, you would have seen his pupils contract sharply.
"What do you want to do?" he asked, somewhat stiffly.
Lan Jia pressed her nose against the skin on the side of his neck, sniffing like a small animal.
He felt her gentle, warm breath, like goose down, feathers, or dandelion seeds, tickling him softly, making him tremble with itch.
“You’ve been drinking,” she said definitively.
"He drank quite a bit."
"Um... I attended a party tonight." His voice was unsteady.
She continued downwards, sniffing his collar.
"You smell of perfume."
His expression turned strange, and he became suspicious of the source of the suspicion, but remembering that Lan Jia couldn't stand the smell of artificial perfume, he immediately took off his coat.
There was a white shirt left inside, with two buttons undone, revealing the faint curve of her collarbone.
So what if it's a shrine? She broke his taboo.
Lan Jia laughed heartily, sliding down like a piece of soft satin, and resting comfortably on his lap.
She lied to him; there was no perfume scent at all.
Unfortunately, Meng Cenjun was acting very strangely tonight, as innocent and easily deceived as an embryo, and she didn't notice her little lie at all.
She lay there, looking at the topaz crystal chandelier on the ceiling, its light shimmering like a galaxy.
Lan Jia asked in an innocent tone, "Brother, have you ever had a girlfriend before?"
The strange feeling grew stronger, but he still answered truthfully, "No."
Have you ever loved anyone?
"No."
"And now? Do you have someone you like?"
"When did you become interested in this kind of topic?" he asked her awkwardly.
"Actually, I've always been interested, but you've never mentioned it to me."
"So? Are you going to tell me?"
"Or am I not qualified to ask about your private life?"
She often used this tactic, slapping a huge accusation on him, leaving him defenseless.
Meng Cenjun closed her eyes and answered, "No..."
I don't have anyone I like.
For some reason, Lan Jia secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her whole body went limp.
She was quick-witted and bold, and slowly reached out to touch his hand, caressing, tracing, and feeling it. Long and strong, beautiful, like a work of art.
She touched his pinky finger, where a ring had been placed; the normally cold silver was now warm from his body.
The crystal chandelier was dazzling. She squinted at their intertwined fingers and smiled, "You look great in it. I knew it would suit you perfectly when I picked it out."
"What do you want to say?" Meng Cenjun tried to pull her hand back, but Lan Jia grabbed it and they intertwined their fingers.
He was almost terrified, looking at her with a puzzled and astonished expression.
Lan Jia slumped down, smiling, seemingly nonchalant, but actually probing step by step.
"Brother, will you get married in the future?"
Just like Aunt Ming said, he will have a wife, children, and his own family in the future.
But she refused to believe it and insisted on getting an answer from him.
It was a gaze, and also a confrontation.
He gazed at her, so intently that time stretched out into eternity.
Then he heard her speak to him in a suppressed and pitiful tone.
"Brother, I don't want you to get married."
Author's Note: I'm starting to experience separation anxiety; I get irritable if I can't see my sister for even a moment. [Milk Tea]
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