65. There’s No Need to Be Jealous of This

The person had injected a prohibited drug into Ji Qiuchi’s IV drip. Fortunately, not much was infused, and resuscitation was timely, so she was temporarily out of danger.

Jiang Yan, with his old injuries not yet healed and new ones added, had several cuts on his left arm from the knife. The nurse bandaged him, and he didn’t even frown. Yet, when he saw Lin Xingzi, who had entered the ward with clean clothes, her lips still a little pale, his heart tightened.

“The room smells bad. You go home first; I’ll stay at the hospital.”

Although the window was open, it was stuffy at night, and the smell of blood lingered. Lin Xingzi felt uncomfortable with the scent. But having just experienced such chaos, and with that knife nearly piercing Jiang Yan’s chest, how could she be at ease?

She lowered her head, silent, her gaze fixed on Jiang Yan’s wound. The nurse was disinfecting it, and the bleeding hadn’t stopped yet.

Jiang Yan held her hand, finding her palm covered in cold sweat. “Jiang Jiang?”

“I don’t want to,” she never forced herself to do things she didn’t want to, but in front of Jiang Yan, she couldn’t lose her temper. After a while, her hand, held by his, gently tightened, her voice barely audible, “Jiang Yan, don’t send me away.”

The usually arrogant and beautiful young lady, who held her beauty as a weapon, now lowered her demeanor, speaking in the softest tone, with a hint of grievance and attachment if one listened closely.

Even the nurse beside them couldn’t bear it, let alone Jiang Yan.

She knew too well how to make Jiang Yan soften and compromise, always winning.

Jiang Yan could no longer bring himself to tell her to go home.

After the incident, the hospital’s security was exceptionally strict. Media outlets had rushed over, surrounding the building, hoping to get firsthand news. Police cars came and went. Several detectives guarded this floor, and patients dared not leave their rooms.

“Now I really can’t hold a spoon,” Lin Xingzi gently poked the bandage wrapped around the man’s arm.

She had known the dangers of Jiang Yan’s job from the beginning, but knowing was one thing, witnessing it firsthand was another.

She worried about him, but she was also proud of him.

“You’re amazing.”

Jiang Yan kissed her. “You’re amazing too. You saved Qiuchi.”

It was Lin Xingzi who first noticed the anomaly and had the assistant break down the door. The attacker, knowing he was exposed, panicked and lost valuable time. A slightly larger dose of the drug in Ji Qiuchi’s IV would have been lethal.

“Okay,” she finally smiled, content. “I’m amazing too.”

“Could that person have been sent by Zhan Tianxiong? Although Zhan Yan isn’t a good person, he’s not evil enough to take a life. His relationship with Zhan Tianxiong isn’t good either, and his mother separated from Zhan Tianxiong a long time ago, living their own lives, only maintaining the marriage for profit. But Zhan Tianxiong is imprisoned by you. How can his reach extend so far? Could it be someone else? Zhan Group has dozens of subsidiaries; hundreds, even thousands, of people rely on the Zhan family to live. Once something happens to Zhan Tianxiong, they can’t escape clean. Last week, one of Zhan Tianxiong’s mistresses died in a car accident. Could this be the work of this group? The evidence of Zhan Tianxiong’s drug trafficking is conclusive. No matter how capable he is, it’s impossible for him to escape unscathed. What’s done is done, so are they trying to reduce his charges as much as possible to save his life? Also, Zhan Yan, he...”

“Shh,” Jiang Yan leaned down and blocked her lips, kissing her gently. “Are you tired?”

“No...”

As soon as she spoke, his lips pressed down again, merely brushing against hers, not deepening, as if his sole purpose was to make her shut up.

Lin Xingzi placed her hand on the man’s shoulder, pushing him slightly away. “You don’t want me to talk like this? Am I annoying you?”

Her lips had regained some color, looking much better, not as pale as two hours ago. Jiang Yan selfishly didn’t want her to worry about the Zhan family; these matters should be handled by the police.

Their eyes met. The cold moonlight of the night reflected in his eyes. He said, “Because you keep talking about other men.”

Lin Xingzi realized, turned her head, and couldn’t stop the corners of her mouth from curling upwards. “There’s no need to be jealous of this, right...”

The next second, her smile vanished.

“I haven’t dated anyone else anyway,” Jiang Yan leaned against the headboard, his deep voice unhurried. “I haven’t dated for two days or two years, and I haven’t...”

“If you say another word, I’m leaving!” Lin Xingzi, mortified, covered his mouth. Indeed, this kind of dark history should be kept strictly hidden; she shouldn’t have told him.

Jiang Yan had injuries and had just been bandaged. Lin Xingzi, despite her teasing, knew her limits and only lightly pinched his neck.

“Are you going to say anything else? If not, I’ll let go and spare your life.”

Jiang Yan reached out his left hand to protect her waist, cooperatively shaking his head.

Only then did Lin Xingzi relent.

She began to learn how to take care of Jiang Yan. Although there were caregivers, and Jiang’s mother and Li Qing took turns coming to the hospital, sometimes it was still inconvenient, such as when he needed to be wiped down.

After marriage, Lin Xingzi had always been the one cared for, rarely stepping into the kitchen. She started learning to cook porridge, burning her hand and getting a blister. She only felt satisfied when Jiang Yan ate every last bit. When wiping him down, she deliberately paid extra attention to a certain special area, feeling particularly pleased when she saw him get a physiological reaction, embarrassed and disheveled.

The person who appeared in Ji Qiuchi’s ward that day committed suicide at the police station, not revealing a single clue about the mastermind. This further indicated a big problem.

Erhu would come from time to time, but he never mentioned the progress of Lin Xudong’s case.

Before there was a conclusion, Lin Xudong forbade Lin Xingzi from visiting him again. Li Qing also sided with her husband, as that place was generally not good for the baby in her womb. From her pregnancy until now, she had kept her family constantly on edge. Only the most recent prenatal check-up results had barely reassured them.

“Sister-in-law,” Erhu bought fruit and entered the room, greeting cheerfully, “Brother Jiang.”

Zhou Feng was behind him, an inexpressible joy in his eyes. “Jiang Yan, I brought someone for you to meet.”

Lin Xingzi thought it was Jiang Yan’s colleague from the police station and didn’t pay much attention, getting up to make them tea. She was right beside Jiang Yan and paused when she noticed his fluctuating emotions, slowly following his gaze.

Sunlight from the corridor streamed into the ward. The newcomer stood at the door, casting a long, narrow shadow on the floor. He took off his hat, revealing scars.

Life didn’t seem so bad after all.