Chapter 40: Daily Injuries (1)

“You really are something, always bumping into everything. This is an ambulance.” Gu Jingxuan sneakily glanced at the little girl, noticing her sickly expression. He couldn’t stand seeing her like this. He much preferred her mischievous and lively self. So, he teased her with a playful tone.

Originally, Yu Zihan felt guilty seeing Gu Jingxuan injured because he had helped her put out the fire. It was hard to believe such a strong man could end up like this.

But after hearing Gu Jingxuan’s words, Yu Zihan had an impulse to punch his handsome face.

She looked at the wound on his head that was still bleeding, but she clenched her now stiffened fist. Turning her head away, she refused to look at him anymore.

“You still have the energy to complain? That means your head injury isn’t too severe. Bad heart aside, your mouth is still sharp.” Her voice was very soft, but Gu Jingxuan still heard her.

Instead of getting angry, he couldn’t help but smile. It seemed that the lively and sharp-tongued little girl had returned.

“We’ve arrived.” The medical staff in the car said.

Then came a flurry of activity. Given the situation, the hospital had clearly been informed and knew Gu Jingxuan’s identity, so they sent special doctors and nurses to take care of him.

Yu Zihan had followed just to check on his injuries.

From what she could tell, if he could still argue, his injuries weren’t that serious. With so many professionals attending to him, it seemed like there was nothing she could do.

So, she quietly left. When her petite figure disappeared into the night, Gu Jingxuan inexplicably felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Back at home, Yu Zihan couldn’t fall asleep for a long time. The events at the cotton factory kept replaying in her mind.

She entered the space and opened the wooden box she had rescued from that room.

Inside were a dozen or so ledgers. Yu Zihan discovered that over the years, Cui Mingtao had embezzled a huge sum, amounting to hundreds of thousands.

This man was interesting. He had recorded every single transaction in detail. Yu Zihan imagined what kind of expression he must have had while documenting these records. Was he smug or uneasy?

She also found the correspondence between Cui Mingtao and Wang Weimin. Most of the letters were from Cui Mingtao to Wang Weimin.

There were only a few letters from Wang Weimin in return, and their content was very cryptic. If one hadn’t read the letters, it would be hard to even guess their meaning. This showed how clever the man was.

Cui Mingtao’s letters mainly requested favors or asked for assistance in certain matters.

At this point, Yu Zihan thought to herself, “Sometimes, people get themselves killed because of their strange habits.”

Cui Mingtao liked to keep evidence of his wrongdoing. She didn’t understand why. Was it to hold something over others, or was there a sense of pride in doing so?

Or perhaps he used it to motivate himself to continue on his criminal path? Yu Zihan didn’t dwell on his intentions. Regardless, this evidence now belonged to her and was a powerful tool to bring down Cui Mingtao.

The next day was Sunday, but Yu Zihan didn’t sleep in. She knew the events of the previous night would affect her mother’s mood, so she made breakfast for her.

As expected, during breakfast, Yu Meijuan seemed distracted. Yu Zihan didn’t say anything, knowing that once her mother arrived at the factory, she’d hear about Cui Mingtao’s arrest, and then she would be at ease.

“Mom, go to work. Stay safe on the road.” As she was leaving, Yu Meijuan couldn’t help but give her daily motherly advice.

“Okay, take care on the way,” Yu Zihan said lightly.

Once Yu Meijuan left, Yu Zihan found herself alone at home, and suddenly, that goofy, handsome face appeared in her mind.

“He must have a concussion. I should make him something to eat to help him recover.” Yu Zihan naturally thought to herself.

“Right, I’ll make fish head tofu soup.”

Without wasting time, Yu Zihan went to the market and bought a fathead fish, a block of tofu, a pigeon, and some vegetables. She even splurged on two pounds of apples and two pounds of oranges.

It was almost 9 AM by the time she got home. She first started stewing the pigeon. Pigeon soup was very nourishing, especially for people with external injuries.

Next, she began making the fish head tofu soup. She heated oil in a pot, fried the fish heads until both sides were golden, then added the prepared ginger, garlic, and spring onions to stir-fry. She poured in boiling water to cover the fish heads.

When the fish soup turned white, she added tofu and let it simmer for another 20 minutes, seasoning it with salt. At the end, she garnished it with cilantro.

Once the fish head soup was done, the pigeon soup was ready too. Yu Zihan also stir-fried some bok choy and scrambled eggs with cucumber, and warmed up three steamed buns in the pot.

By the time everything was ready, it was nearly 11 AM. Yu Zihan cleaned up the dishes and fruit before packing everything into two thermos containers and a net bag. She then rode her bike toward the hospital.

Upon arriving at the hospital, she asked for the room number where Gu Jingxuan was staying and headed straight there.

She knocked on the door, but no one responded. She grew a little concerned, wondering if something had happened.

She decided to push the door open, and there, she saw Gu Jingxuan lying quietly in the bed. His face looked a bit pale, and his tightly pursed lips were cracked from dryness.

It had only been one night, but a stubble had grown on his face, adding a sense of ruggedness to his already strong features.

Not wanting to wake him, she carefully closed the door and placed the things she brought on the bedside table.

Seeing his dry, cracked lips, she muttered quietly to herself, “I don’t know what the nurse is doing. Didn’t anyone tell him to drink more water? Look at how dry he is.”

Her words sounded like the nagging of an old lady, but they were strangely comforting. Even Gu Jingxuan, pretending to be asleep, almost chuckled. With his sharp senses, he had noticed her presence before she even entered the room.

He was pretending to sleep just to see what the little girl was up to. He hadn’t expected her to come to visit him. Those two thermos containers surely contained food.

“This little girl is quite thoughtful. She hasn’t forgotten the injury I got for her,” he thought as he narrowed his eyes, watching her.

Yu Zihan bent down to pick up the thermos and shook it. “They didn’t even refill the hot water. This nurse should be replaced. Otherwise, this person’s injuries might never heal.”

She continued to mutter to herself as she went out to get hot water. When she returned, she also took the washbasin and towel.

After she closed the door, Gu Jingxuan opened his eyes and looked at the thermos containers on the bedside table, already catching the delicious aroma wafting from them. He took a deep breath, then contentedly lay back down.

A few minutes later, Yu Zihan returned. She still entered the room carefully, quietly closing the door behind her.

She poured hot water into a metal cup to sterilize it and then let it cool down. The basin and towel were cleaned and sanitized with hot water.

Once everything was done, she sat on the stool beside the bed, quietly watching Gu Jingxuan as he slept.