Chapter 33

Chapter 33 - 33 032 Changling annoys Xie Shang Chapter 33: 032: Changling annoys Xie Shang Chapter 33: 032: Changling annoys Xie Shang The motorcyclist removed his helmet, grabbed a handful of hair, and with a stern but handsome face, proceeded to knock on the car window.

“Hey!”

The person inside didn’t respond.

He continued knocking, the sound growing louder and louder, almost as if he was trying to dismantle the car.

Fang Jiyin, enduring the pain, rolled down the window. Blood from his forehead trickled into his eyes, blurring his vision as a particularly youthful face invaded his sight. The man stood there, holding a red helmet, looking down in a calm and unhurried manner.

“How did you drive like that?”

It sounded quite weak.

But he hadn’t passed out yet.

Yan Cong offered an apology, “Sorry, I’m not good at driving.”

His head didn’t dip in the slightest, his tone of apology utterly insincere.

Fang Jiyin was in pain all over and had no energy to argue with him. He watched as Yan Cong casually leaned against the hood, calling the police, fiddling with the visor on his helmet while his other hand was idle.

“Hello, my motorcycle collided with a white private car.”

He said, “A motorcycle.”

Then he mentioned the model of the bike.

The police asked for the address.

He answered truthfully, “The intersection of Chongshan Road and Starlight Boulevard.”

It seemed they were inquiring about the casualty’s injuries.

Yan Cong glanced at Fang Jiyin, “He won’t die.”

Fang Jiyin: “...”

He had never seen such a brazen perpetrator.

Yan Cong hung up the phone and waved his mobile in front of Fang Jiyin as if to confirm whether she was awake or fainting, “Should I call an ambulance for you, or will you do it yourself?”

Fang Jiyin pressed against the wound on his forehead and called for an ambulance himself.

The culprit, Yan Cong, didn’t flee the scene. He waited there and quite “sensibly” took a few photos of the scene for evidence. He also snapped a couple of shots of Fang Jiyin’s face.

The traffic police arrived first, followed by Fang Jiyin’s assistant, and finally, the ambulance. Accompanied by her assistant, Fang Jiyin was taken to the hospital. Yan Cong, along with his motorcycle, went to the traffic police department.

It wasn’t until the end of the workday that Wen Changling heard from Jiahui that Fang Jiyin had been in an accident and was now in the VIP ward with stitches on her forehead. Jiahui also mentioned it was a case of a villain meeting a worse villain.

Wen Changling didn’t express any opinion. Her record of complaints couldn’t be erased; she had no hope for promotion within a year. But it didn’t matter; she hadn’t come to Dihong Hospital aiming for promotions anyway.

Just as she arrived home after work, Wen Changling received a call from Yan Cong.

“Changling, come pick me up.”

It was only when Wen Changling arrived at the traffic police station that she understood: it wasn’t a matter of a villain meeting a worse one; Yan Cong had acted rashly and irresponsibly. The traffic police had assigned him full responsibility, and Wen Changling was certain it was no accident.

Once they were far enough away, Wen Changling asked, “Who told you?”

Yan Cong remained silent.

“Dr. Jhiang?”

He didn’t feel guilty in the slightest, “Does it matter?”

“Do you even realize what you are doing?” Wen Changling rarely spoke to him with such a serious tone.

“I know,” he stubbornly insisted, looking at a nearby tree instead of Wen Changling’s eyes, “I was driving on the road, I’m not good at it, and I accidentally hit someone’s car.”

These words could only fool others.

In February that year, Yan Cong had taken her to Wuling Mountain on his motorcycle. On the fastest downward slope, he told her: don’t be afraid, I am very good at riding, just close your eyes, let the wind blow, just a gust and you will stop feeling sad.

She had said she felt very sad.

Yan Cong then assured her that one feels exhilarated when speeding downhill, that it would make her forget all her sorrows. On such a steep slope, at such a high speed, he took her over it sixteen times; how could his riding skills be poor?

“Yan Cong.”

Wen Changling circled around to face him.

His temper was stubborn, even more so than hers, “I’m not wrong.”

“You’re not a child anymore.”

“Neither is Fang Jiyin.” He didn’t want to reason, what reason could he give when he had already written his will, “She can throw her weight around, so why can’t I?”

Since who knows when, Yan Cong had developed a kind of reckless defiance and carelessness, as if he was ready to go down with the world at any moment.

If it were anyone else, Wen Changling would have told them such a mutually destructive act was stupid and harmful. But with Yan Cong, she knew all too well why he didn’t care about his life.

“Are you hurt?”

Her tone softened.

Yan Cong knew this meant she was no longer angry.

Only then did he smile, “Of course not, my driving skills are excellent.” He was the type to respond to soft approaches, as soon as Wen Changling wasn’t angry, he would immediately soften, and then they’d make up quickly, “Don’t be mad, I know my limits.”

Wen Changling hailed a car, “I’ll take you to the hospital.”

“No, I want to go home.”

“To the hospital.”

Wen Changling opened the rear door of the car.

Yan Cong climbed in reluctantly, “Why are you more annoying than my grandpa?”

Xie Shang’s aunt, Xie Yanli, was the third oldest in the family.

“It’s me.”

Xie Shang was lighting the lantern at the door when he received a call from Xie Yanli.

Xie Yanli’s attitude toward him was as direct and uncompromising as ever, a classic authoritative command, “Yingying has been in a car accident, she’s at Dihong Hospital, go and see her.”

Wen Changling hadn’t returned yet, he didn’t know if she got lost halfway.

Xie Shang glanced at the intersection, “Auntie, I’m not a doctor.”

“Yingying is practically your half-sister. Can’t you visit her if she’s hurt?” Xie Yanli’s reason was, “You have a lawyer’s license. If the responsible party is being unreasonable, with you present, Yingying won’t be at a disadvantage.”

As an elder deserving of respect, Xie Shang gave her all the courtesy due, with a modest attitude, “My father can also be considered half an uncle to Fang Jiyin, and he has more experience as a lawyer than I do, Auntie, I suggest you contact him.”

Xie Yanli’s tone wasn’t very amiable, “If it wasn’t for you, would Yingying be in the state she’s in now?” She accused, “Xie Jifu, you should have a conscience.”

Dragging up the past like this, there was no point anymore.

Xie Shang hung up. A gust of wind made the lantern sway from side to side, and the shadow of a person on the ground was slowly stretched out. Xie Shang subconsciously looked up.

Wen Changling walked past him without a glance his way.

Xie Shang looked at the rabbit on the lantern and then turned to enter the door, extinguishing the light.

Granny Zhu had left a meal for Wen Changling, kept warm on the stove. Granny Zhu hadn’t eaten either, having served the food and waited for Wen Changling’s return. Wen Changling often ate with Granny Zhu, and she would regularly give Granny Zhu living expenses, but Granny Zhu always refused to accept it, so Wen Changling resorted to finding various ways to furnish her with things.

After changing her clothes, Wen Changling came to eat.

Granny Zhu said, “Changling, take that bowl of mushroom soup on the table to next door to Boss Xie.”

Boss Xie was teaching Tongtong how to play the Guqin, and Granny Zhu was a person who believed in repaying kindness.

Wen Changling moved the two bowls of mushroom soup in front of herself, “Let’s not give it, I’m really hungry today, it won’t be enough.”

Wen Changling had heard from Jhiang Youyou that Fang Jiyin was infatuated with Xie Shang.

That explained it all, the reason why she was complained about. Thinking back to the game of Truth or Dare at the KTV last night, Qiao Yi must have been broadcasting the events.

Granny Zhu also noticed that Wen Changling was in a poor mood.

“Alright, then we won’t give it to Boss Xie.”

Granny Zhu believed in gratitude, but she was protective of her own as well.

Thus, both bowls of mushroom soup ended up in Wen Changling’s stomach.

And so...