Chapter 15

Unwilling to admit he was a vulgar man, Li Wangjin could only shut his mouth, though he felt exceptionally aggrieved inside.

In his foul mood, he remained silent for the rest of the time, giving Fang Junrong some much-needed peace. She half-closed her eyes and began recalling the contents of that book. Suddenly, she remembered something important.

Come to think of it, wasn’t it around this time in her past life that Jiang Yage had saved Wang Xiao? She had some impression of this. Back then, Jiang Yage had already obtained the bracelet and successfully made the White Jade Balm. After encountering him, she hid him under her bed, secretly treating his wounds every day with the balm until he fully recovered. Wang Xiao consequently fell for the kind and unprejudiced Jiang Yage—so much so that her will became the direction his sword pointed.

She estimated Wang Xiao’s arrival would be within the next few days.

Fang Junrong’s lips curled slightly. Without the so-called Miracle Drug, the White Jade Balm, how would Jiang Yage save Wang Xiao this time? Would she send him to the hospital or secretly treat him with ordinary ointment? Fang Junrong naturally hoped for the latter. That way, Wang Xiao’s injuries would undoubtedly worsen—what might have been minor wounds could be dragged into something severe. When that happened, she would kindly call the police.

Sometimes, she truly couldn’t understand. Shouldn’t a normal person’s first reaction upon encountering a wounded, hostile-looking man be to call the police or send him to the hospital? What kind of thought process did Jiang Yage have to hide and treat him instead?

After some thought, she concluded: It must have been because of his face! After all, Wang Xiao was decent-looking—enough to drive He Shuhua mad with infatuation.

This time, she had prepared in advance. Before Jiang Yage moved in, she had installed surveillance in her room. Now, it would finally come in handy.

…

On a night bright with stars and a clear moon, Jiang Yage returned home with her backpack. She had gone out with her roommates and lost track of time. She had considered calling for a ride, but the driver had already left to pick up Zhong Yi, so she decided to walk back.

At a corner, a shadow suddenly loomed over her, and another figure appeared on the ground. The next second, she was enveloped in the thick scent of blood.

Jiang Yage gasped, but the scream died in her throat when her eyes landed on the man’s strikingly handsome face. Heat rushed to her cheeks. Even Li Shize, who lived under the same roof, was a rare beauty among men, but this stranger was equally striking—and compared to Li Shize, his masculine aura was far more intense, making her legs feel weak.

“If you scream, I’ll kill you. Now, take me to your home.”

He pinned her to the ground, and the cold press of metal against her neck—a gun—sent a shiver down her spine.

Involuntarily, the image of a wolf flashed through Jiang Yage’s mind—dangerous yet irresistibly alluring. Biting her lower lip, she mustered her courage and whispered, “You’re hurt. I can help you.”

The man, still wary, seemed about to say something, but his arm finally went limp as he lost consciousness.

Jiang Yage froze for a moment before struggling to get up from under him. Under the streetlight, she saw the horrifying bullet wound on his left arm and couldn’t help but pale—it looked extremely painful. Blood was still flowing from the wound, dripping onto the ground.

After hesitating, she decided to take him home—if she took him to the hospital now, wouldn’t he be sent to the police station? Though he looked fierce, Jiang Yage refused to believe someone with such a face could be a bad person.

The security guard at home was already off duty, so she swiped her access card to enter. To her relief, no one else was around, as if even heaven was helping her. She vaguely remembered that her godparents had gone to a banquet today and wouldn’t return so early. Li Shize had been spending more time at the company recently, while Li Xinyun was traveling.

She found a trolley and dragged the man into her room, hiding him in the bathroom. Her bathroom was spacious enough to accommodate him. She took out bedding and spread it on the floor.

She even went outside to clean up the bloodstains he had left behind. Rummaging through the cabinets, she found a first-aid kit and bandaged the stranger’s wound. After finishing, a faint smile appeared on her face.

Because there was someone else in her room, she slept lightly and woke up before dawn. Jiang Yage checked on the man in the bathroom—he was still unconscious.

Perhaps she could make some congee for him.

The thought crossed her mind.

…

When Fang Junrong came downstairs, she caught the aroma of meat congee. She looked over and saw Jiang Yage setting the table. Hearing the noise, Jiang Yage turned around and smiled at her. “Godmother, I made breakfast. Would you like to try it and see if it suits your taste?”

Jiang Yage had originally intended to make pork bone congee for Wang Xiao but, afraid of being discovered, used breakfast as an excuse to cover it up while also currying favor with the others.

Fang Junrong said indifferently, “Zhang Sao can handle these things.”

Jiang Yage smiled. “Godmother and godfather have taken such good care of me at home. I want to do something to show my filial piety. Besides, Zhang Sao works hard cooking every day—it’s good to let her rest for a few days.”

Her eyes brimmed with admiration and trust, shining so brightly it was hard to refuse. Zhang Sao, standing nearby, couldn’t help but look at her with increased fondness.

It had to be admitted—when Jiang Yage wanted to please someone, she could do it exceptionally well. Unfortunately, Fang Junrong was stone-hearted and completely unmoved. Was Jiang Yage being so proactive because Wang Xiao had arrived?

Though Fang Junrong remained unswayed, Li Wangjin and Li Shize clearly fell for it. Li Wangjin, in particular, couldn’t stop praising her—the congee was delicious, Jiang Yage was so filial.

Especially when he saw the blisters on Jiang Yage’s fingers from cooking the congee, Li Wangjin’s heart ached so much he wanted to take her shopping immediately. But remembering the dwindling state of his private funds, his enthusiasm quickly cooled. He looked expectantly at Fang Junrong.

Having been married to him for so many years, Fang Junrong could guess what he was thinking.

She scoffed inwardly and, after finishing half a bowl of congee, returned to her room.

Over the next few days, Fang Junrong didn’t miss a chance to watch the drama unfold through the surveillance footage. She truly hadn’t expected that Wang Xiao would meet Jiang Yage just as he had in her past life.

Initially, Wang Xiao was quite wary of Jiang Yage. But after she treated his wounds and even prepared meals for him, his attitude noticeably softened. Jiang Yage, in turn, carefully concealed Wang Xiao’s presence. Sharing a secret and being alone together in the same room, the romantic tension between them was practically leaping off the screen. During these days, Jiang Yage also refused to let anyone clean her room, telling others she could handle it herself to avoid burdening the staff.

Wang Xiao even used his uninjured hand to teach Jiang Yage how to use a gun—inevitably leading to more physical contact. Even just watching through the footage, Fang Junrong could sense Wang Xiao’s growing possessiveness toward Jiang Yage. Strangely, Jiang Yage, who was usually so perceptive, seemed utterly blind to it now, treating him only as a friend—even when Wang Xiao occasionally stroked her long hair, crossing obvious boundaries.

That’s right. In front of Wang Xiao, she kept insisting they were just friends, so she had to help him.

Fang Junrong couldn’t help but admire this talent for willful ignorance. She could practically see the green light glowing above her Barbecue Pork Son’s head. Far from being angry, she found it all highly entertaining. It seemed Jiang Yage had some kind of intelligence-lowering aura. Wang Xiao, who had once been so ruthlessly cunning in scheming against his fiancée’s family, now acted like a complete fool around her, letting her care for him with amateurish methods while completely ignoring the urgency of his untreated wounds.

Perhaps this was what they called love.

Unfortunately, this idyllic romance didn’t last long. Jiang Yage wasn’t a real nurse—her wound treatment methods were all hastily searched online, and she had no prior experience. She didn’t even administer basic anti-inflammatory measures, which led to Wang Xiao’s wound becoming infected. Soon, he was running a high fever.

Jiang Yage grew frantic. Neither fever reducers nor cold compresses worked—Wang Xiao was burning up, his face flushed red. Afraid he might take a turn for the worse, she gritted her teeth and decided to take him to the hospital, even if it meant alerting others.

Once resolved, Jiang Yage acted swiftly. She put a hat, mask, and sunglasses on Wang Xiao before struggling to carry him. Fortunately, though delirious from the fever, Wang Xiao regained some awareness when she roused him and could assist her movements. Otherwise, a frail girl like her would’ve had a hard time lifting him alone.

She moved as quietly as possible, somewhat relieved that the Li family didn’t employ many servants, reducing the risk of detection. But the villa was so large and empty that even the slightest sound echoed. In the past, Jiang Yage would’ve loved living in such a grand house—it gave her the illusion of being a princess. Now, however, every step toward the door felt agonizingly long, each second stretching like a year.

Just as she finally reached the entrance, she suddenly heard footsteps and a lazy voice.

“Yage, what are you doing?”

At the same time, the chandelier above lit up.

The sudden brightness made Jiang Yage’s eyes sting, and she instinctively closed them. Her heart skipped a beat, almost leaping out of her chest.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Fang Junrong’s face under the light, exuding an aloof indifference. Despite being over forty, her face bore none of the wrinkles typical for her age—flawless, like a piece of exquisite porcelain.

In her nervousness, Jiang Yage’s grip loosened, and Wang Xiao fell to the ground with a loud thud. Judging by the sound, it must have hurt! He was probably injured even worse now.

Fang Junrong’s lips twitched: Was Wang Xiao going to end up with a fracture? Would he even be able to keep his hand intact?