At three o 'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. The air conditioner was turned on in the sports car, and the back of the seat was lowered. Dongfang Wan was lifting her left leg to let Jiaming help her take off her flesh-colored stockings.
The first-aid kit was placed next to her.
"I really don't understand you. You're an adult and you're afraid of going to the hospital …"
"I'm not afraid of going, okay? I just don't want to go. I don't like the atmosphere in the hospital."
Dongfang Wan bared her white teeth and stared at her ankle as if she was going to cry out at any time. "Aren't you a doctor of surgery? This is a small problem. Why are you nagging so much? Can't you handle it …"
Jiaming glanced at her trembling but stubborn expression and felt a little helpless. "It's not that painful, is it?"
"It hurts when you touch it. Can't I be prepared first …"
"I really admire you …"
Jiaming took off her stockings while nagging. Dongfang Wan's white bare foot was held in his hand. After a simple examination, Jiaming shook his head. "It's not a big problem. It didn't hurt the bone. Put a cold compress on it. I'll apply some medicine and bandage it. It should be fine."
His understanding of external injuries was many times better than that of the doctors in the hospital. It was naturally easier for him to treat this kind of small injury. He took a small bag filled with crushed ice that he bought from outside and applied it to her ankle. Then, the sports car quieted down.
Dongfang Wan lowered the back of the seat, which was equivalent to lying on her side in the passenger seat. The silk pants on her left leg were rolled up to her knee, and her calf was well-proportioned and slender. The bare foot held in Jiaming's hand was white and delicate. Under the cold compress, the pain gradually reduced, and she also felt a little embarrassed.
She did not want to go to the hospital for treatment. Of course, the atmosphere was one of the reasons. It was just a small injury and there was a first-aid kit in the car. However, subconsciously, she wanted Jiaming to treat her injury. Of course, she did not think too much about it. She thought that she was a modern woman, and they were such good friends. A little contact was not a big deal. She originally thought so, but at this moment when they were quiet, she felt a little ambiguous.
Since she had such a thought in her heart, some messy feelings seemed to have surged up. The place where Jiaming was holding was hot, numb, and also a little itchy. It was probably because the sole of her foot was touched. With this thought, her white toes subconsciously and then a little bit of her foot's length.
At the same time, she also noticed that Jiaming's's clock. He must have noticed her movements.
"I suddenly remembered something …" Jia Ming's action of applying the cold compress slowed down.
"What, what?" Dongfang Wan's eyes widened.
"You don't have athlete's foot, right?"
"Go to hell." Dongfang Wan was already a little nervous. At this moment, she subconsciously swung her leg. Then — "Ah …"
"This time, it's going to hurt your bone …"
Jiaming looked at her and shook his head. He was angry and amused at the same time.
Dongfang Wan desperately blinked in pain. After a while, she stopped. "You're not serious, are you?" Her tone was a little weak.
During the cold compress, she did not dare to act recklessly. She quietly felt the ambiguous feeling. After the cold compress, Jiaming applied ointment and wrapped her ankle with bandages. Dongfang Wan quietly lay there for a long time. She watched as the bandages were being wrapped. Just now, she said, "Hey, Gu Jiaming, what do you think of me?"
Jiaming wrapped the bandages. He did not even raise his head. "Do you have a crush on me?"
"You …" Dongfang Wan suddenly widened her eyes. Then, her face turned red. "What, what!"
"Nothing."
Jiaming lowered his head and methodically wrapped the bandages. His tone was calm. "I suddenly remembered that a woman asked me this a few years ago. After a while, she slept with me."
"Uh … Who was that?"
Jiaming raised his head and glared at her. "Why should I tell you?"
"Can't I not be curious? Anyway, it's either Lingjing or Shasha. If you don't want to tell me, then forget it."
Jiaming shrugged. Just now after a while, he said, "I think you're a good person to be fair. Your strengths are outstanding. You're rich, aggressive, and beautiful. You're a little straightforward, but not reckless. You're really straightforward. There are very few people with this kind of personality nowadays. Although you have a bad mouth, you're really good to your friends …"
"Hey!" Dongfang Wan laughed. "You forced me to have a bad mouth. You're much worse than me."
"Women shouldn't interrupt men when they're talking … Where was I?"
Dongfang Wan angrily glared at him: "Bad mouth."
"Oh, you have a bad mouth, but you're really good to your friends. However, even if you have so many strengths, it still can't cover your fatal flaw … Beauty, you're too principled. Whether it's business or private matters, you're always strong. It'll be troublesome for you to have a boyfriend in the future. With your strong desire to control, he can only be a little man. Haha, I really pity him … By the way, why are you asking me this?"
"Why should I tell you?"
After the bandage was wrapped, Dongfang Wan returned an eye for an eye with an expressionless face. Then, she retracted her left foot and put on her stockings. For the entire afternoon, she didn't mention this matter again.
That afternoon was still long. Dongfang Wan rarely took a break from work and refused to go home. The two went to a boutique to buy shoes. Dongfang Wan originally wanted Jiaming to take a look, but Jiaming stood beside her and refused to give his opinion. "My aesthetic standards are a mess. I think these are all good …" She didn't choose anymore and casually took a pair of shoes to wear. After that, the two drove around in the sports car for a while. In the evening, Jiaming quickly got his ID. He wanted to send Dongfang Wan home, but Dongfang Wan chose to go to the company. Jiaming had no choice but to send her there.
"Don't worry about me. Yiting will take care of me. Besides … it's just a small injury."
That was what she said to Jiaming. However, after nine o 'clock that night, she returned to the Dongfang family's villa alone. When she limped into the living room, Dongfang Lu was watching TV.
"What's wrong?"
Dongfang Lu's business was in the south. Originally, he had been here for so long and should have gone back to continue managing it. However, the recent incident with Ying Haisheng caused a lot of changes within Yanhuang Awakening. In addition, Jiaming had returned and was about to go to Japan. It was estimated that there would be some unforeseen events, so he temporarily stayed in Jianghai according to Fang Zhitian's arrangement. At this time, seeing that his sister was injured and smelled of alcohol, he asked.
"It's nothing." Dongfang Wan stood there and looked at her brother for a while with a complicated gaze. "I sprained my foot."
"What happened?
It's nothing, right? "
"In the afternoon, I went shopping with Gu Jiaming and encountered a bag snatcher. I was pushed and my heels were too high. That's how it is, but it's already been bandaged. It's not a big problem." She limped to the sofa and sat down.
Dongfang Lu's gaze moved slightly. "Jiaming?"
"Yes."
She nodded and looked at her brother again. Then, she looked away. No one knew what she was thinking. "That guy ran out to get a fake ID. What a mess. Heh, he got a Cambridge medical doctor's degree … No one would believe him. But he was the one who bandaged me. You know that I don't like to go to the hospital."
"Oh, you met him on the street?"
"I'll go find him."
After a moment of silence, she turned her gaze to her brother. This time, Dongfang Lu finally sensed something. "What's wrong?"
"Dongfang Lu, I want to ask you something. You have to answer me honestly." Dongfang Wan stretched out her finger and looked at him coldly. "What did you say to him before?
Don't let him get close to me or something like that. "
"Well …" Although his sister's tone was stern, Dongfang Lu didn't seem to feel the pressure. He nodded and thought carefully. "I remember hinting a long time ago that you're not suitable for him … Did you confess to him?"
"You, you know?"
"Of course I know."
As her brother, the man smiled. "You're my sister after all. I've long felt that … you were a little interested in him. Although you always said that you hated him at that time, if you didn't have feelings for him, why did you hate him to that extent? Even when it came to Lei Qing, who always pestered you, you didn't care about him as much as you did about Gu Jiaming."
Dongfang Wan looked at him for a long time and finally sighed. "He hinted to me today that he won't accept me.
Maybe I'm being too sensitive … But that's most likely the case … "
Dongfang Lu nodded.
"Speaking of which, brother, you like Ye Lingjing, right? But she's with Gu Jiaming. In this way, are we considered brothers and sisters?"
"Sort of."
Seeing his sister smile, Dongfang Lu smiled too. "But it's not to the point of having to be together. I just think it's not bad if we can be together … But you don't have to be so discouraged. As long as you haven't confessed yet, there will always be a chance.
In the past few years, I've felt that the first to confess is always at a disadvantage, so you have to hold it in. "
"You're saying that again. I can't stand you." She smiled. "If you had said that earlier, why did you hint that we weren't suitable …"
"I didn't know what you were thinking back then. If I had known earlier, I would've supported you."
"… Forget it. I'm going to take a shower."
Dongfang Wan stood up from her seat, and her brother laughed behind her.
"Unfortunately, tonight isn't the time. When you recover, let's get drunk together one night."
"I'm not your bad friend. Even if I'm heartbroken, I won't drink with you … Besides, I'm not heartbroken yet."
After a while, she walked to the top of the stairs. When she looked back, she could still see her brother's encouraging and comforting smile.
This brother of hers was always like cotton. No matter who it was, they couldn't get angry at him. However, he could still maintain a clear stance on everything. He never followed the crowd and went with the flow. Sometimes, she really envied him. However, she probably wouldn't be able to become like him.
She went upstairs, went back to her room, took a shower, changed into her pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom. The moonlight shone in through the window, and the toy helicopter hanging above the desk cast a black shadow. She sat down by the bed, lowered her head, and looked at the pair of beautiful and slender feet under the silver moonlight.
The bandages around her feet felt like the small feet of ancient women. She looked at it quietly. After a long time, she raised her head. Her eyes, which had always been resolute no matter what, became a little melancholy and perplexed …
On the same night, on the streets of Tokyo, Japan, the heavy rain had just stopped. In the humid air, two gunshots tore apart the silence of the night.
That night, four members of the Japanese parliament, including Kiyogawa Heitsugu, were assassinated one after another. It became the most influential chain murder case in Japanese politics in more than a decade.
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