Qian Liang smiled. âI donât really like to bully women either, ah. Everyone minds their own business Qing Nan street. Brother Chen is smart enough to understand, right?â
Of course, Wei YiChen understood. People who had the ability to open shops in Qing Nan street would always have some sort of background- white or black.
(TN: they have connections. But some people have shady connections, and some people have clean connections.)
Wei YiChen clutched at his bleeding arm as he quietly stood in place. He was like a beast holding his breath. Qian Liang didnât want to make this into a big deal and figured that Wei YiChen had been sufficiently warned enough. If he continued to goad Wei YiChen, Qian Lian would only be bitten. And then he would have no one to blame but himself.
So with one final wink, Qian Liang placed his knife back in his clothes and returned inside the small building. When the door shut, all the lanterns extinguished, and Wei YiChen was once again surrounded by darkness.
Wei YiChen turned around and walked away. Just then, a woman came out of the shadows and leaned against a broken street lamp. She crossed her arms and shouted: âHey.â
Wei YiChenâs footsteps paused, and he turned towards her.
The woman had long hair draped over a shoulder. Because the lights were dim, he couldnât tell the color of her hair, but her face was somewhat familiar. âAre you from QianManâs shop?â
Zuo QianMan was a resident of Qing Nan street. She was one of the few female bosses in Qing Nan and had been here far longer than Wei YiChen.
The woman straightened and approached him. âMy name is Fang QiuYun.â
âOh.â Wei YiChen said indifferently. Her name had nothing to do with him. After he said âoh,â he turned around and continued to walk. Fang QiuYun stopped him and asked: âWhere are you headed?â
Wei YiChen was confused as he replied: âIâm going back to my bar.â
Fang QiuYun responded: âYou canât go back now.â
Wei YiChen looked at her for a few moments, feeling a little strange. Wei YiChen raised a brow. âOh?â
Fang QiuYun ignored the sarcasm that tinged his âohâ and instead said: âIf you go back like this, your people will definitely run out and try to avenge you.â
Wei YiChen frowned. She was right. Ah Mao was a straightforward type of person. If he sees Wei YiChen hurt, he wouldnât just sit down and do nothing. After all, they beat up Zhu Bing pretty bad. But Qian Liang wasnât Zhu Bing. If they actually try to start something, it would be bad.
âCome with me to HUG.â
HUG was one of Zuo QianManâs bars and was quite famous in Qing Nan street. It had exquisite style and high prices, making it suitable for young masters and ladies who want to spend a lot of money. After Fang QiuYun said all this, she turned around and walked away, not even waiting for Wei YiChenâs assent.
Wei YiChen stood still. Although he was a little unhappy with the womanâs attitude, after a moment of consideration, he followed her.
The bar was crowded. Fang QiuYun brought Wei YiChen through the back door and straight up into the second floor.
The second floor was much more luxurious than the first floor, making it more suitable for those rich masters with higher requirements. Fang QiuYun was leading Wei YiChen through the hall when she suddenly looked back towards him. âDonât drip on the carpet. Itâs very expensive.â
Wei YiChen was moments away from exploding. But he remembered that he was in someone elseâs territory and valiantly reined his temper in. He sneered at the woman. âIâm rich. I can afford to pay.â
The sneer that was meant to be sarcastic failed to convey its intended meaning. Wei YiChen originally had a handsome face, and now that his face was pale from his injury, his cold smile was more likely to hook people than anger them.
ââŚ..â Fang QiuYun turned away and silently continued to walk.
She took Wei YiChen to the innermost room and opened the door for him.
âSit down, and Iâll tend to your wound.â
Wei YiChen deliberately taunted: âArenât you afraid my blood will stain the sofa? Isnât it expensive too?â
Fang QiuYun poured him a glass of orange juice. âArenât you rich?â
The corner of Wei YiChenâs mouth lifted. But when Fang QiuYun handed him the juice, he was dissatisfied. âIsnât this a bar? Give me wine, ah.â His injured arm was still burning with pain, and he needed to numb his nerves with alcohol.
Fang QiuYun promptly answered: âThatâs a cocktail mixed with orange juice. Drink it, or donât. I donât care.â
She then crouched beside Wei YiChen and rolled up his sleeves. Her movements were small, but Wei YiChenâs wound was quite painful, so his lips turned white again. He turned his head away and tried to divert his attention away from the pain. âSister QianMan asked you to bring me here?â
âUn. She said Qian Liang wasnât someone easily dealt with.â
Wei YiChen knew that. After all, Qian Liang didnât have a good reputation in Qing Nan street, yet he was still alive and well. No one wanted to wade into his dirty and muddy dealings.
âYour wound is somewhat serious. You have to go to the hospital and get some stitches.â Fang QiuYun simply stopped the bleeding. She put away the medicine box and said: âIâll drive you to the hospital.â
Wei YiChen picked up the cocktail with his uninjured hand and gulped it down. âI can go by myself.â
âYou canât drive with your hurt hand. Besides, you just drank some alcohol. If you drive, Iâll have to call the police and report you for drunk driving.â
ââŚâŚ..â Wei YiChen stared at Fang QiuYun for a long while, then said: âIâll take a taxi.â
Fang QiuYun remained unmoved. âItâs nighttime, and youâre bleeding. No taxi would dare take you.â
ââŚâŚ.â
Wei YiChen eventually conceded and got into Fang QiuYunâs car. Because he was injured, even fastening his seatbelt was done by her.
Wei YiChen thought the entire situation to be extremely humiliating. He absolutely cannot let his brothers know about this.
As he sat on the passenger seat, he carefully looked at the woman beside him. âYou have a pretty face and a pretty name. How come your character doesnât match?â
Fang QiuYun didnât even glance at him as she replied: âMaybe itâs to liven things up a bit.â
Wei YiChen: ââŚâŚ.â
On the way to the hospital, Ah Mao called and asked where he was. Wei YiChen said that he didnât find Qian Liang and decided to go home instead. He asked them to watch over the bar, and Ah Mao agreed, not doubting him in the slightest.
It was in the middle of the night, so there werenât a lot of people in the hospital. Wei YiChen quickly got his wound stitched up, and was out in less than an hour. When he stepped out, he saw that Fang QiuYun was still in her car, waiting for him. It was in the middle of November, and it was definitely cold. Furthermore, it was close to midnight, so the temperature was even lower. Fang QiuYun was only wearing a skirt with a blouse, a long coat, and dress shoes.
Seeing her with her hands in her coat pockets, Wei YiChen couldnât help but think it would be warmer to jump in place rather than just stand still like she was.
When Fang QiuYun saw Wei YiChen come out of the hospital, she asked: âWhat did the doctor say?â
Wei YiChen replied: âNo residual effects. Theyâll take out the stitches in two days.â
Fang QiuYun nodded, then opened her car door. âWhere are you going? Iâll drive you.â
Wei YiChen calmly got in her car and said: âHome.â
Because of his injury, Father Wei ended up scolding him again, and Mother Wei grew worried. This time, Wei YiChen obediently stayed at home for a few days to recuperate.
Two days later, Xiang ChangKong was in the middle of his lunch break and opened Moments in WeChat. He immediately saw Cheng Peng with a plaster on his leg and a pathetic expression on his face. Xiang ChangKong put down his lunchbox and sent Cheng Peng a private message: What happened?
Ever since Cheng Peng said that he would invite him to his store to eat some skewers, they added each other on WeChat. However, they never actually talked much, and they mostly just stuck to some general greetings. Whatâs more, Xiang ChangKong sent out very few Moments, so there was very little opportunity for Cheng Peng to talk to Xiang ChangKong in WeChat.
This was the first time Xiang ChangKong messeged him.
Cheng Peng: Its nothing, just some bad luck. I got into a small accident on the way to delivering a meal.
Xiang ChangKong frowned.
Xiang ChangKong: How are your injuries?
Cheng Peng: I got a fracture. I just need to lie down for a while.
Xiang ChangKong: Which hospital are you admitted to?
Cheng Peng: Central Hospital
Xiang ChangKong put away his phone, finished his lunch, then rode his scooter towards Central Hospital. He found Cheng Peng to be in the inpatient department and sure enough, miserably lying on a hospital bed. âLittle Xiang, you came!â
Cheng Peng was thrilled to see Xiang ChangKong. He turned and introduced Xiang ChangKong to the woman cutting apples nearby. âThis is the brother I mentioned to you before.â
The woman was Cheng Pengâs wife. She nodded towards Xiang ChangKong and asked: âOh, this is the heavenly brother?â
(TN: the brother going up places in the future.)
Cheng Peng: ââŚ..â
Xiang ChangKong didnât know that this was how Cheng Peng introduced him to other people. But, well, he didnât care. He looked at Cheng Pengâs plaster covered foot and said: âHow can you be so careless, ah.â
Before Cheng Peng could reply, his wife already spoke up: âHe ran through a red light, ah. Heâs really looking to die!â
Cheng Peng knew that he was the one in the wrong. Although he couldnât help but try to defend himself, his voice was obviously quite weak: âI was just trying to deliver more foodâŚI was worried that I would miss the target delivery timeâŚWhen I got there, it was still greenâŚ.â Well, for one second, it was.
To catch up with their orders, it was common for deliverymen to violate traffic rules now and again. Cheng Peng wasnât the first, and he wouldnât be the last. He was lucky that his injuries werenât that serious. Once something bad happensâŚthe consequences could be disastrous.
Xiang ChangKong said: âI know that sometimes we wonât be able to meet target delivery times, and your heart will certainly feel hurried, but you shouldnât play with your life like this. Should you put your delivery, or your life first? This shouldâve been talked about during the companyâs in-work training, right?â
âSigh, yes, training.â But the cutthroat working conditions are also formulated by the company, ah. Cheng Peng felt aggrieved.
Cheng Pengâs wife spoke up: âGetting there a few seconds earlier isnât worth your leg, ah!â
âYes, yes, yes, youâre right. Youâve been talking about it nonstop since this morning!â
Xiang ChangKong didnât stay long as he had work in the afternoon. As he walked out of the inpatient department, he saw a figure walking across the building. The personâs stature and clothesâŚhe looked familiar.
âWei YiChen?â Xiang ChangKong stepped forward and tentatively called out. Wei YiChen looked back and was stunned to see Xiang ChangKong.
He couldnât help but frown slightly. It really is true that destiny will make enemies meet, ah. He actually met Xiang ChangKong in the hospital.
With a sharp laugh, he asked: âDid you come here to make a food delivery?â
âNo.â Xiang ChangKong replied. âOne of my friends in a patient. I came to visit him.â He then looked at Wei YiChenâs bandaged hand. âWhat happened to your hand?â
âNothing, just a small scratch.â Wei YiChen tilted his head away. He didnât want to talk about his injury, so he decisively changed the topic. âHow are you and Xu Lian recently?â
Xiang ChangKong pursed his lips, but replied: âVery good.â
Wei YiChen laughed out loud and started walking. âThatâs very good.â
Xiang ChangKong walked beside him, his gaze falling on his injured hand once more. It didnât look like a scratch. âYour handâŚâ
âMy hand is fine.â Wei YiChen gave him the side-eye. âDonât tell Xu Lian that you met me in the hospital today. Donât tell her that Iâm injured.â
Seeing that Xiang ChangKong didnât reply, Wei YiChen continued: âI wonât be visiting her for a while. YouâŚ.take care of her.â\n