"Lu Mingzhe allegedly had a fight with his mother and injured himself with a knife. Do you want to come and take a look?" m..oΓg
Something like that?
He's so old, one burned himself with a fever, and the other thought he was the male lead in a wuxia drama, even resorting to self-harm with a knife...
As a friend, she should go and see.
But then she remembered what Zhan Beijue did last night...
He deserved it. This was heaven's punishment for him. It was good he wasn't dead from the illness.
"I'm not a doctor, what can I do if I go? With your second brother's suspicious nature, he might think I'm going to mock him."
"Listening to gossip behind his back is fine, but I won't join the fun in person. You go keep him company, I'm going to sleep."
Didn't Zhan Beijue travel to Jiangcheng for her last night and stay in her room for so long? He had put in effort, even if not merit, so shouldn't Jiang Nanfang be a little moved?
Zhou Jinbei didn't dare to ask directly and pulled her.
"Don't leave yet. They both have terrible tempers. I'm all alone and pitiful. Forget talking, I'm too scared to even breathe, and I can't sleep. Can't you just chat with me for a while?"
"Chat about what?"
Jiang Nanfang recalled yesterday's events. Although there was no call record on her phone, Zhan Beijue insisted she had called him.
It was a good opportunity to indirectly ask Zhou Jinbei.
"Alright, I'll chat with you for a while. What were you busy with yesterday?"
"Yesterday? Working. I've been working overtime these past few days. When I called you last night, I still hadn't left the office."
"I remember it was very late. You're an assistant, and the boss had already left work. What were you doing there?"
"Who told you the boss had left? My second brother was busy until very late yesterday. In short, he goes, I go. If he doesn't go, I definitely can't leave. I'm not that foolish to stay alone when he's not here?"
This meant that when she spoke to Zhou Jinbei yesterday, Zhan Beijue was still at the company. How did he appear beside her when she opened her eyes?
"Are you sure you finished work very late yesterday?"
"Of course, I'm sure. I didn't sleep after work and even went on a business trip!"
"A business trip? What kind of trip?"
"I went to Jiangcheng... Speaking of which, I was also careless. My second brother was already showing signs yesterday, feeling listless and unable to perk up. I drove the whole way..."
Zhou Jinbei deliberately amplified the atmosphere: "If he wasn't allowed to go to Jiangcheng then and came straight to the hospital, maybe it wouldn't be this serious. It's also my negligence."
Jiang Nanfang's head buzzed again.
Could it be that she was the one who called Zhan Beijue late at night to go to Jiangcheng?
"What were you doing in Jiangcheng so late at night?"
"Who knows? My second brother was like a madman, suddenly wanting to leave. It was already past one in the morning when we arrived, and we started the return journey around six in the morning."
Zhou Jinbei sighed, "He didn't sleep all night, and today he's been busy with the bidding. Can you blame him for getting sick? Even a robot couldn't withstand such continuous work."
After saying that, Zhou Jinbei felt like praising her own cleverness.
Fortunately, I know everything about you. You want to trick me? I'll trick you back!
Jiang Nanfang didn't know that Zhou Jinbei knew more than she did. Hearing her say that, a hint of guilt arose in her heart.
If she was indeed the one who called Zhan Beijue late at night to rush to Jiangcheng to resolve things for her, and then returned early in the morning...
Damn Zhan Beijue, she couldn't figure out what he was thinking.
If he loved her, he was unclear with other women. He even tacitly approved of the scandals.
If he didn't love her, he would really show up when something happened.
Her mind was in a mess; she couldn't chat any longer.
She put down her phone, took a bath, and forced herself to sleep.
The next day, Zhan Beijue, whose fever had subsided considerably, could eat and drink. Lu Mingzhe was not as fortunate.
As the anesthesia wore off, the wound ached terribly. His condition was even worse than yesterday, and he remained in a deep sleep.
Zhou Jinbei ordered takeout and brought porridge for Zhan Beijue, who refused.
"I don't want to eat, don't bother me. Go away."
"What? Don't you like the taste? I can't cook, and I'm afraid of alarming the old man, so I can't tell the chef at home. Just try a bite for now."
"With such a weak body, how can you have resistance without eating? Come on..."
Zhan Beijue didn't want to be hospitalized. Lying on the hospital bed, unable to do anything, he was only left with anxious thoughts. He was annoyed.
"I'm not a three-year-old child, you don't need to lecture me. I'm upset, stay away from me."
Zhou Jinbei knew what he was annoyed about with her toes, so she could only help him call Jiang Nanfang in the group.
"Help, the two of you save me."
"My second brother's fever finally subsided today, and he can eat now, but he dislikes the taste of takeout and refuses to eat. I don't dare to alert the old man and can't go home to have the nanny cook for him. He's scolding me badly."
"Can someone give me some advice? Wuwuwu~"
Chen Jiaojiao posted a shrugging emoji: "People who can't cook have no right to speak."
"Speaking of which, your second brother is too fussy. It's such a time, and he's still being picky when any food will do."
Zhou Jinbei was protective: "Can he be in a good mood when he sees Lu Mingzhe in such a state?"
"Besides, after a fever, one truly has no appetite. Sister Nanfang, you're a great cook, want to help me?"
"My second brother's mouth is so dry it's peeling, and his body is severely dehydrated. If he doesn't eat well, I'm afraid..."
"Anyway, cooking is a piece of cake for you. Can you help me?"
After finishing, she ran to Zhan Beijue's side and quietly asked him.
"Sister Nanfang is coming to bring you food. What do you want to eat? Hurry up and order!"
Zhan Beijue slowly lifted his eyelids, looking as if he would kill her if she lied.
Zhou Jinbei held her phone in front of him: "For you, look at what I've done. Do you still look at me like that?"
Zhan Beijue looked at the screen and saw how much she had defended him behind his back. He closed his eyes again.
"Chicken and ginger porridge. Let her figure out the rest herself."
Zhou Jinbei: "..."
Stop pretending in front of me, okay?
"Sister Nanfang, he specifically asked for chicken and ginger porridge, made with black chicken soup. Where am I supposed to get that for him? Save the child."
Jiang Nanfang, on the phone, read Zhou Jinbei's messages one by one and finally couldn't help but feel a pang of compassion.
"So much trouble. Wait."
Zhou Jinbei couldn't help but jump up to show off.
"She agreed. She'll make it now and bring it over. How about that? I did a pretty good job as an insider, didn't I?"
She was going to come and see him later?
He hadn't washed his face or brushed his teeth, and he was still wearing such an ugly hospital gown. Zhan Beijue suddenly cared about his image.
"Take these things off me and help me up."
"Why? The doctor told you not to move. Why are you getting up when you're fine?"
"What do you mean why? I haven't even washed my face, don't I need to wash my face and brush my teeth?"
Zhou Jinbei almost died of laughter.
"Come on. As a patient, the more miserable you look, the more people will pity you. If you're all cleaned up, and she sees you, will she feel heartbroken? Lie down properly."