Chapter 18 A Push

A gentle force pushed against Yu Wen’s shoulder, and she fell backward, completely unprepared.

In her eyes, everything seemed to slow down. Jiang Cheng stood there silently, his smiling face hidden in the darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.

"No..."

Her last sound, accompanied by the blood she spat out, came to an abrupt end.

A cane pierced her heart.

From behind her.

She fell back into the mirror, and on the other side, Zhen Jianren had been staring coldly for a long time.

As the cane was slowly pulled out, the light in Yu Wen’s eyes quickly faded. After a few violent twitches, she finally… released her clenched hand.

Yu Wen… was dead.

Zhen Jianren also transformed into a gust of black wind and disappeared into the mirror.

The door began to make its final buzzing sound.

Jiang Cheng strode away.

He flashed inside just seconds before the door completely collapsed.

After a familiar feeling of dizziness, his feet finally landed firmly. What came into view was his own office, and a plump figure.

"Doctor!" the fatty rushed over in surprise. "You scared me to death! The door was about to..."

He had just looked towards the door when the originally black iron door suddenly cracked open and then slowly dissipated like dust.

Revealing the ordinary wall behind it.

"Hoo--" Jiang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, his emotions seemingly very low.

The fatty probably guessed what had happened and comforted him, "Doctor, you did your best. Besides, that woman wasn't a good person to begin with."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand, stopping the fatty from continuing, "Be careful what you say. One should speak well of the dead. Even if Miss Yu is gone, we shouldn't speak ill of her behind her back."

"Doctor," the fatty exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

Jiang Cheng raised his eyes to look out the window. A crescent moon hung in the sky, making the scene a bit melancholic.

"Fatty," Jiang Cheng slowly began, "People in nightmares, regardless of their strength, background, status, or experience, are all pitiful. We are all just duckweed in troubled times, trees without roots. We can't guess the beginning, and we can't see the end."

"Help if you can, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda," Jiang Cheng patted the fatty on the shoulder and said sincerely, "Do you understand what I'm saying?"

The fatty looked at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng frowned, not getting the fatty’s expected response. He asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Doctor," the fatty said with a wide grin, "I was thinking, if brother Zhen Jianren could hear what you said, that would be great."

"He would be so happy that he'd flip open his coffin, smash it to pieces, and then make soup for you."

Jiang Cheng clicked his tongue and tilted his head to stare at the fatty. After a long while, he said, "Fatty, I think you've improved a lot recently."

"Really, Doctor?" The fatty scratched his head bashfully and muttered quietly, "Actually, I've felt it a little bit too."

"Yes," Jiang Cheng nodded. "Next mission, you can go by yourself."

He turned and went upstairs, his footsteps sounding "dong, dong" on the stairs. Just as the fatty reacted and was about to explain himself to Jiang Cheng,

the latter's voice floated down faintly, "Oh, right, I forgot to tell you, Chen Yao came back with me and might be staying at our place for a few days. Be careful when you go to the bathroom at night, after all, men and women are different."

The fatty: "???"

One minute later.

"Dong, dong, dong," the fatty hugged his quilt and stood in front of Jiang Cheng's bedroom door, asking softly, "Doctor, are you asleep?"

"No."

"That's great," the fatty swallowed and pleaded, "If you can't sleep, I can keep you company."

"Save your energy to keep Chen Yao company," Jiang Cheng's hum came from inside as he turned over, "It hasn't been easy for her being alone and lonely all these years."

That night, the fatty fell asleep in extreme terror.

In his dream, he dreamt that Chen Yao came to snap his neck, but fortunately, she was repelled by a man in black.

The fatty was grateful to the man in black, but unexpectedly, the next second, the man in black also pounced on him, snapping his neck with the same move while shouting: His neck belongs only to me.

The man in black... had the face of the doctor.

The fatty was startled awake at five in the morning.

In a daze, he decided to cook a pot of red date and Job's tears porridge to ease his relationship with Jiang Cheng.

He remembered Jiang Cheng had mentioned that he had been going through puberty recently, so he might as well give him a boost.

There were still some vegetables left from the last time he bought them. The fatty first rinsed his face with cold water to wake himself up, then used the dull fruit knife to cut the vegetables into strips.

He mixed them with soy sauce, vinegar, and other seasonings to serve as a side dish with the porridge.

Actually, there were a few packets of pickled mustard tuber in the refrigerator, but the fatty thought they weren't nutritious, and judging from Jiang Cheng's appearance, he had been eating such things for a long time.

The fatty thought he was quite pitiful.

In the fatty's opinion, the profession Jiang Cheng was engaged in was absolutely high-end. He had originally thought that the former's financial situation should be quite good.

But after a period of contact, he found that it was far from being well-off, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that he was struggling to make ends meet.

Jiang Cheng had mentioned unintentionally that before he met the fatty, he only ate two meals a day.

"Maybe I should make some spareribs for the doctor at noon..." the fatty thought to himself. "He seemed to like them last time."

Well, although the doctor never seemed to be picky about food.

Recently, the fatty had been paying for most of the meals out of his own pocket. Jiang Cheng had only asked symbolically and then reluctantly pulled out a few crumpled 10-yuan bills, instructing the fatty to spend them sparingly.

But when the fatty arrived at the market and paid, he realized that only the first and last bills were 10-yuan bills, and the ones in between were all 5-yuan and 1-yuan bills.

The most infuriating thing was that one of the 10-yuan bills was fake! !

Despite the fatty's repeated explanations, the meat-selling sister sent him off with a complex look that mixed you are a liar, liars are shameful, and I never want to see you again.

After roughly calculating the time it would take for the porridge to be ready, the fatty set off with the vegetable basket.

The vegetable basket was found in the kitchen.

He didn't understand why Jiang Cheng, who never cooked, would buy a vegetable basket.

The vegetables at the morning market were fresh and cheap. The fatty deliberately took a big detour to avoid the sister who sold spareribs last time.

It would be embarrassing to run into her.

After buying the spareribs, he passed by a fishmonger and picked out a fish that looked relatively fresh, planning to make soup for the doctor at night.

He lingered nearby for a long time, waiting for the fish to breathe its last.

Breathing its last meant it was a dead fish, and the price would be much cheaper.

The fishmonger was also stubborn, insisting on selling it as a live fish until it breathed its last breath.

The fatty squatted nearby, occasionally poking the fish, until the last time, when the fish stopped moving completely.

The fishmonger, who had the standard balding head of a senior programmer and wore rubber clothes, packed the fish for the fatty while grumbling unhappily, saying that the fish was probably poked to death by the fatty, and if it wasn't poked to death, it was angered to death.