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Chapter 50: Wengang, come with me.
When Zheng Baoqiu and Zheng Maoxun rushed to the ward together, it was already morning.
Uncle Lin had undergone a CT scan and an MRI and was lying on the bed. He bumped into the safety airbag, and it was said that he had a slight concussion. He also had some rib fractures. When he moved his limbs, he felt numbness, possibly due to nerve compression somewhere.
At his age, recovering from injuries is troublesome, but overall, it’s fortunate amid misfortune, as the doctor put it.
Chen Wengang was even less affected, sitting in the ward dazed. He still wore his work clothes from yesterday, just without his suit jacket, tie askew, two buttons open on his shirt, and his leather shoes covered in dust, looking a bit worn-out.
The group had been up since late at night—Uncle Wang noticed the car behind was missing, so he promptly turned back, called the police, dialed 120, and rushed Uncle Lin and Chen Wengang to the nearest hospital emergency room. As dawn broke, they were transferred to the Zheng family’s private hospital.
Zheng Bingyi was the first to visit in the morning, but he was currently out, summoned by the hospital director for a cup of tea in the office.
Zheng Baoqiu leaned on the bed with tears welling up in her eyes, and Uncle Lin comforted her, “It’s okay; stop crying; it’s not auspicious.”
Uncle Wang came over and patted the little girl, “The truck driver was fatigued and fell asleep while driving. Uncle Lin and others narrowly avoided the truck; they just turned too sharply and hit the guardrail. So, everything’s fine; don’t be afraid.”
Chen Wengang glanced up.
Before the transfer, Uncle Wang quietly told him, “See, fortunately, Uncle Lin favored you and turned the steering wheel to the right in time. By chance… if he had turned left, the situation might have been different. You should take care of him in the future.” He said he knew.
Uncle Wang felt his emotions weren’t right again: “But this situation has nothing to do with you not driving. Don’t overthink it, okay?”
The scene was actually very tragic. The truck missed them and crashed into the bridge head, almost flipping over.
Zheng Baoqiu was very angry: “What about the driver? Fell asleep? Was he caught? Don’t let him run away…”
Uncle Wang sighed: “Long-distance drivers, all for hauling more cargo. His truck’s front is all smashed and deeply dented. The person is still in critical condition, and his life and death are uncertain. Where could he run? If he survives, the police will surely pursue him. Don’t worry.”
Zheng Baoqiu was finally persuaded to calm down.
Although it’s a single-person ward, with so many people, it was crowded. Zheng Maoxun stood by the door, not eager to join the crowd. He turned and saw Chen Wengang, noticing a few scratches on his face: “Hey, are you okay?”
Chen Wengang didn’t say anything. He bent down, pondering, being cautious: “Your face… not too badly injured, right?” Zheng Maoxun felt a strange feeling—this face had just won the campus star. “Should I ask the doctor to prescribe some scar removal cream for you in advance?”
Chen Wengang smiled, pushing his face away: “It’s fine, isn’t it? The wound isn’t deep. It’s okay to get the prescription later.”
“Oh. Just remember it then.”
“You greet Uncle Lin then go home with Baoqiu. Staying here will disturb the patient’s rest.”
Zheng Maoxun raised his eyebrows, there wasn’t much else to say, but he subconsciously glanced into the corner—
There was also a silent person sitting in the corner.
Zheng Yucheng woke up early. He stayed silent, emitting an atmosphere of refusal to talk to anyone in the corner of the ward.
In such a state, even Zheng Maoxun didn’t bother to go over and engage him, clicking his tongue a few times before being driven home with Zheng Baoqiu.
Chen Wengang fell into silence again.
Uncle Wang looked at one person and then another, wanting to offer comfort but finding no words. He just sighed and took an apple from the fruit basket.
He looked at the light, then picked up a fruit knife, pushed the trash can with his foot, and brought it over to the sofa.
Chen Wengang took it from him: “Uncle Wang, let me do it.”
After just two cuts, Zheng Yucheng stood up without saying a word, came over, and snatched away the apple and the fruit knife.
Pressing the blade against the fruit, he peeled off a long strip of skin, then snapped it off, dropping it into the trash can.
Suddenly, Zheng Yucheng made an indistinct “hiss” sound, then sucked in a breath, hiding his hand inside. But it couldn’t be concealed. Uncle Wang quickly found a band-aid from the medical box and pulled him to the bathroom to wash it.
Uncle Lin finally couldn’t bear it: “That’s enough; this is an unexpected disaster, a calamity from heaven, with nothing to do with anyone. Everyone is scared like spineless chickens—Wengang, you finish your check and go home.”
Zheng Yucheng squeezed the finger with the band-aid, and Chen Wengang had already stood up.
“Then, Uncle Lin, you rest; I’ll come over tomorrow.”
Uncle Wang escorted the two downstairs: “I won’t see you off, I’ll come back when someone takes over for me.”
Zheng Yucheng finally smiled, but it wasn’t a very pleasant smile, asking him to take care of Uncle Lin and Zheng Bingyi at the hospital.
Turning back one last time, Chen Wengang was already walking toward the door.
Zheng Yucheng followed behind, passing through a lawn. Suddenly, he took a few brisk steps, reached out, and grabbed Chen Wengang’s shoulder—
“Wengang, can we talk?”
The environment of the private hospital was serene, with landscaping resembling a park.
By the lakeside, there was a light-colored bench. Chen Wengang, exhausted from a sleepless night, walked over and sat down first.
He glanced at Zheng Yucheng, who was scrutinizing him inch by inch: “What do you want to talk about?”
Zheng Yucheng hesitated, gazing at him, but didn’t sit down. He slowly bent one knee, lowering himself to eye level.
“I drank so much yesterday because…” He chuckled self-deprecatingly, a bit incoherent, “I’m sorry, I embarrassed myself again. I didn’t know what I was thinking yesterday; I just didn’t want to go home. Wengang, is it really impossible to go back?”
As he spoke, he met a pair of deep amber eyes.
Then Chen Wengang couldn’t help but yawn: “You’re the young master of the Zheng family; there’s really no need to get stuck at a dead end.”
After a long time, Zheng Yucheng let out a deep breath: “I see. It’s quite pointless to go back and forth like this.”
But he maintained the same posture without moving.
Or perhaps he didn’t want to move. He wasn’t feeling well mentally right now. Waking up from a hangover and learning about everything that had happened, Zheng Yucheng’s head was pounding like someone was constantly hitting it with a small hammer, to the point where he almost wished someone would just strike him once and get it over with.
“Oh, by the way, yesterday you all drank together, and Yu Anping called me to pick you up.” Chen Wengang thought for a moment before informing him, “Later, Uncle Wang went to confirm your whereabouts with them, and you still made a call to let others know you were safe.”
“He called you?” Zheng Yucheng was disjointed at that time, “What did he say?”
Chen Wengang didn’t answer directly, fumbling with the edge of his phone, looking at him, seemingly contemplating something.
Zheng Yucheng didn’t understand, but he could intuitively sense that a moment of judgment was about to come.
It’s actually not that big of a deal. Chen Wengang stared at him, finally exhaling slowly.
To prevent any misunderstanding about the address, when Yu Anping, with a thick tongue, mentioned the name of the bar yesterday, he clicked to record the call—
“…How could you let Lao Zheng down like this, letting him drink so much…”
“How he treats you, you should be aware, enough to be like a white-eyed wolf…”
Zheng Yucheng’s expression changed several times, awkwardly trying to explain: “You know how those guys, like Yu Anping, talk; they’re not very polite. Don’t take it to heart… he definitely didn’t mean it that way. You know he talks nonsense when he’s drunk.”
Chen Wengang slowly said, “Maybe I haven’t slept for a day and night, so my mind isn’t very clear right now, so don’t take what I say too seriously. But after all these years… Are your friends really just talking nonsense, or do they really look down on me?”
Zheng Yucheng was speechless, furrowing his brow and subconsciously biting his lip.
***
Huo Niansheng hurried over, his footsteps faltering.
The midday sun was already exerting its strength, and within a few steps after getting out of the car, he was sweating lightly on his forehead. Not only that, but his heart was also restless, especially seeing those two people across the lake, Chen Wengang sitting in a daze and Zheng Yucheng kneeling in front of him, not knowing what he was saying.
The lake and mountains provided a picturesque backdrop as Huo Niansheng, with his hands in his pockets, observed coldly, expecting the next moment for Zhen Yucheng to take out a ring and propose.
He stared for quite a while, and Chen Wengang seemed to sense something, looking in his direction.
Huo Niansheng met his gaze with a nonchalant smile on his lips, his eyes cold as he watched the scene unfold, brewing an unknown storm.
Finally, Chen Wengang snapped out of his reverie and glanced away from Zheng Yucheng, approaching Huo Niansheng: “When did you arrive?”
As he got closer, Huo Niansheng whispered, “I shouldn’t have come to disturb you, should I?”
Chen Wengang furrowed his brow, and Huo Niansheng grabbed his waist, pulling him closer with a tsk.
“Why is your face scratched like this?”
His thumb touched Chen Wengang’s right cheek, tracing over several shallow and deep scratches. The gesture was reminiscent of their past intimacy but devoid of any tenderness or warmth, carrying a different meaning. This proximity felt a bit dangerous because Chen Wengang could see the look in his eyes.
Zheng Yucheng, who was originally half-squatting, half-kneeling, supporting himself on the bench, slowly straightened up, hearing his knees protest.
Ignoring the discomfort, he caught up a few steps, facing Huo Niansheng: “…What are you here for?”
Huo Niansheng was indifferent, but he suddenly smiled and said, “Isn’t there something wrong with your family? Of course, I’m here to visit.”
Gritting his teeth, Zheng Yucheng replied, “My family’s housekeeper had an accident. Do you, as a member of the Huo family, need to concern yourself with it?”
Huo Niansheng smirked cynically, “Fair point. Then I won’t visit upstairs. Wengang, come with me.”
In broad daylight, he shamelessly took Chen Wengang’s arm and walked away.
Zheng Yucheng frowned, as he was left behind. He subconsciously shouted “Stop,” but his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground, resisting his will, making his voice sound hesitant.
He realized that he didn’t actually dare to approach from the front, as he might get an answer he didn’t necessarily want to face.
As he hesitated, in the blink of an eye, the lush green path was empty.
He felt like he suddenly woke up from a dream, took two steps back, and sat on the bench.
Meanwhile, Huo Niansheng forced Chen Wengang into the car.
He changed to a car Chen Wengang hadn’t seen before, parked in an empty outdoor parking lot with no driver inside, probably driven by himself. Huo Niansheng threw Chen Wengang into the back seat, followed by himself. The air conditioning in the car had not completely dissipated.
Chen Wengang turned over, and grabbed his shoulder, but before he could speak, his lips were sealed.
The back seat was spacious enough, and Huo Niansheng gradually pressed him down onto the seat. With a deep and rough kiss, Chen Wengang leaned into it, unable to escape, accepting it reluctantly. Huo Niansheng bit his Adam’s apple, and with a click, the sound of a metal buckle echoed, and the belt loosened.
Chen Wengang instinctively felt a bit afraid of his hostility: “Why are you angry?”
“I’m not angry,” Huo Niansheng taught him, “Baby, this is called jealousy.”
Chen Wengang opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, he found his mouth occupied by two fingers.
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