At the main entrance, the car was already waiting outside.
Jiang Jingheng opened the car door and sat in the back seat.
Lian Jun imdiately said, "Young Master, there’s a bit of a traffic jam now, and it might take over an hour to get to the hospital."
Jiang Jingheng’s icy gaze swept over him, "Who told you I was going to the hospital?"
Lian Jun’s expression slightly changed, and he hesitated before saying, "Then where are you going?"
Jiang Jingheng said indifferently, "Anywhere, check where there’s good chili oil wontons, we’ll go there."
Lian Jun, "..."
He felt a bit confused about the Young Master’s thinking.
But it seed like he’d heard about chili oil wontons sowhere.
Oh right, he rembered the Young Madam liked them, and the Young Master had bought them once because of that...
The man’s cold voice rang out in the car again, "Find out what Zhao Xiyue’s situation is now?"
Lian Jun snapped back to reality and answered, "Yes!"
He was a bit puzzled in his heart; since there was concern, why not visit?
In the hospital ward, Zhao Xiyue had already woken up.
She had a head injury, a mild concussion, and a temporarily strained left arm muscle.
The other injuries were just abrasions, so overall it wasn’t too severe.
Many people from the Zhao family were already there keeping vigil over her, offering words of comfort.
But Zhao Xiyue’s attention was not on them; she kept glancing at the door, anticipating soone’s arrival.
Mrs. Zhao saw her thoughts and smiled, "I’ve already called Jing Heng, he should be arriving soon. Look how anxious you are."
"Mom!" Zhao Xiyue protested coquettishly, feeling a bit warm on her face.
When one is vulnerable, they always want to see the person they like.
Moreover, since she was injured, he should surely treat her more gently.
With this expectation in her heart, Zhao Xiyue waited more eagerly, but grew increasingly disappointed as ti passed. She waited until she was about to sleep, but still, he didn’t show up.
Even though he had promised to co, why didn’t he?
Zhao family’s couple were also displeased with Jiang Jingheng’s no-show; their daughter had just been in a car accident, what could be more important?
But they could only comfort their daughter, "Jing Heng must have been held up by sothing."
Hate flashed in Zhao Xiyue’s eyes; yes, he must have been sidetracked by soone!
Ha, to think she turned out to be this kind of person, truly shaless!
Her heart was full of anger, but she had no one to tell, no outlet to vent.
Already having a concussion, now in a bad mood, her head started to spin.
She lay down, forcing herself to sleep.
In a daze, she heard the sound of knocking and voices at the door, as well as her mother’s voice.
She struggled to open her eyes and asked, "Mom, is Jing Heng here?"
Mrs. Zhao sighed, "No, it’s one of your fans, here to check on you."
"Oh." Zhao Xiyue, lacking interest, closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
Maybe after a nap, she could forget the unpleasantness of tonight.
Seeing this, Mrs. Zhao tucked her in, silently blaming Jiang Jingheng countless tis.
anwhile, on Jiang Jingheng’s side, he wandered around the city and found that familiar wonton shop, buying two bowls of chili oil wontons to take ho.
The lights in the villa were on, and Mu Yan lay on the bed in the master bedroom, unable to sleep, unable to focus on the script.
Her mind was full of Jiang Jingheng and Zhao Xiyue, worrying about Zhao Xiyue’s injuries, and whether Jiang Jingheng would not return tonight.
This night was pure tornt for her; she wished she could close her eyes and make it pass in an instant.
Suddenly, the sound of a car engine turning off ca from downstairs, and she imdiately sat up. Had he co back?
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