“I know, if it weren't for me, you and Uncle Di wouldn't have argued.” Lu Sisi insisted on taking the blame.
Her prejudice was the same as Di Jianhan’s. Di Mingjue helplessly tried to get rid of her, “Whatever, please move aside and don’t block the way.”
Hearing this, Lu Sisi quickly moved from the front to the side. As the engine revved, she raised her hand to pat the car door, “Your forehead injury.”
He stepped on the gas pedal, and the car sped off like a gust of wind.
Watching the car disappear before her eyes, Lu Sisi’s apologetic expression turned into greedy possessiveness.
Hospital.
“President Di, your forehead?” Shen Lin asked nervously, standing up from the bench.
“Is everything alright?” Di Mingjue was more concerned about Jiang Ziyu than his own injury.
From Shen Lin’s account, he learned that Jiang Ziyu had been resting in the ward since he left, no one had entered, and he had never left. Only then did he put his worries to rest.
Upon closer inspection, Shen Lin noticed that the wound on his forehead had scabbed over and instinctively suggested again, “President Di, let’s get it bandaged by the nurse. Madam will worry when she sees it later.”
It was only when Jiang Ziyu was mentioned that Di Mingjue became more obedient.
He didn’t want to leave, so he waited outside the ward and asked Shen Lin to have a nurse treat his wound in the corridor.
Looking at the bruise next to the wound, he could roughly guess what had caused it.
Through a lady’s compact mirror, Di Mingjue looked at the conspicuous bandage on his forehead. He pressed his fingertip on it and couldn’t help but suggest, “Don’t put gauze on it.”
Before the nurse could dissuade him, the gauze had fallen from his forehead into Di Mingjue’s palm.
The freshly treated wound reopened under the pull of the gauze, revealing fresh blood.
“You can’t pull it off,” the nurse reminded him nervously, picking up a cotton swab to gently dab at the wound.
After dabbing away the blood, the nurse picked up the bandage again. As she applied it, she warned Di Mingjue repeatedly, “President Di, your wound is quite deep. To prevent infection, you cannot remove the gauze for now.”
With the wound being pulled repeatedly, Shen Lin, standing nearby, could clearly see the flesh peeking out.
“President Di, please listen to the nurse. If you don’t put on the gauze, Madam will be scared when she sees it later.”
Di Mingjue nodded and looked up, his eyes looking at the wound on his forehead through the mirror.
“Put it on.” He compromised again.
After his forehead injury was treated, Di Mingjue couldn’t wait to enter the ward.
The person on the bed stirred upon hearing the movement and opened their eyes.
“Are you hungry?” Di Mingjue asked, leaning down.
There were still two hours until the fasting period ended. During this time, Jiang Ziyu had only been moistened by the liquid from his lips, and she hadn’t eaten anything.
Her stomach rumbled, and the sound of intestinal peristalsis echoed around her.
“What do you want to eat?” Di Mingjue asked with a smile.
She pulled the quilt down a little and saw the injury on his forehead, “Your forehead?”
He wasn’t going to see her father, so why was his forehead injured?
Facing Jiang Ziyu’s curious gaze, Di Mingjue had no intention of telling her the real reason, “I just bumped into the door frame.”
“I thought you were beaten up,” Jiang Ziyu teased.
“Would you believe me if I said I was actually beaten up?”
Listening to his question, she thought seriously. Jiang Ziyu’s answer was no, unless he had just lied to her and wasn’t going home, he couldn’t get hurt at the Di residence.
Seeing her answer, Di Mingjue smiled, “Quite smart, you weren’t stumped.”
For some reason, Jiang Ziyu felt he was acting strange. She couldn’t pinpoint where, but her gut feeling told her something was off.
“Your father is back, why don’t you look very happy?”