CHAPTER 332: CHAPTER 331: SCHEMES AND CALCULATIONS

Yan Hui quickly regained his usual gentle demeanor and asked, "Are you alright?"

Wan Chu’er also asked at the same time, "Mr. Yan, how are you feeling now?"

They really care about each other!

Jiang Kechu squinted his eyes and smiled, saying, "Thank you Mr. Yan for taking care of Chuchu this time. I know the director of the hospital. I’ve already spoken with him to ensure that Mr. Yan is well treated. Mr. Yan, please don’t be polite, just let us know if there’s anything you need."

Is this a brazen declaration of sovereignty, asserting that Wan Chu’er belongs to him? Yan Hui found it amusing yet slightly bittersweet, and his smile became even more proper."

"Mr. Chu, please don’t be polite. As long as Chuchu is fine, my injuries don’t matter at all. For Chuchu, I am more than willing."

The two men were talking cryptically, seeming polite on the surface but full of underlying acidity.

Sharp as Wan Chu’er was, how could she not notice? She felt utterly frustrated. Yan Hui is seriously injured right now, Jiang Kechu, can’t you pick another time to be jealous, lest you worsen his condition?

She quickly grabbed Jiang Kechu’s arm, pinched him hard, then swiftly smiled and told Yan Hui:

"Mr. Yan, rest well. Nothing is more important than your health. Get better first, we won’t bother you anymore today. I’ll come see you tomorrow. Let me know if there’s anything specific you’d like to eat; I’ll ask Mrs. Zhu to prepare it and bring it over."

Jiang Kechu, warned by Wan Chu’er, had no choice but to shut his mouth. His attention then turned to the small hand pinching his arm.

Considering his thick-skinned nature, the pinch felt no more bothersome than a mosquito bite. However, the small wounds on the hand were troubling to see. Once they got back to the room, he planned to properly bandage it.

Once her hand is bandaged, let’s see who still has the heart to ask a person with inconvenient hands to deliver food.

Hatching his little schemes, Jiang Kechu’s thoughts were interrupted by Yan Hui’s spirits lifting upon hearing Wan Chu’er’s words. He brightened at the thought of Chuchu coming again to see him and bringing food.

As for who cooked it, he didn’t care. Mrs. Zhu’s cooking was good, but the key was that Chuchu wouldn’t leave him alone in the hospital, a thought that brightened Yan Hui’s mood. So, he effectively ignored Jiang Kechu as if he didn’t exist.

With both men quietly conniving, the atmosphere turned a bit strange. Wan Chu’er twitched her mouth and quickly urged Yan Hui to rest well before saying goodbye and leaving.

As soon as she stepped out of the hospital room, Wan Chu’er glared at Jiang Kechu.

Unfazed, Jiang Kechu found Chuchu’s glaring quite charming, and thus grabbed her hand and headed towards the room.

"Jiang Kechu, why are you hurrying? There’s no wolf chasing us, and I’m a patient after all."

Wan Chu’er thought Jiang Kechu was still jealous about her visiting Yan Hui, which made him want to keep her away from Yan Hui’s room by walking fast.

Upon hearing Wan Chu’er’s annoyance, Yan Hui curved his lips, coaxing, "You’ve just woken up; you should go back and rest properly. There’s some porridge I bought for you in the room. Eat the porridge and get some strength back before you get angry."

But in his mind, he thought, there’s no wolf behind; the wolf is right beside you.

Wan Chu’er: "..."

However, as soon as they entered the room, Jiang Kechu wrapped his arm around Wan Chu’er’s slender waist, kicked the door shut, spun her around, and pressed her against the wall.

Wan Chu’er looked at him with innocent eyes, "Uncle Jiang, what are you doing!"

This is a hospital! A hospital, meaning people could come in at any moment.

Jiang Kechu: "Call me by my name."

Wan Chu’er glared at him, "I’m a patient right now."

Jiang Kechu couldn’t hold back anymore when he saw her like this, blurred out a sentence: "I’ll heal you." Then he leaned down and kissed her deeply.

"Mmm... mmm..."

Initially, Wan Chu’er struggled slightly, but eventually, she was burned into a puddle by Jiang Kechu’s heat, reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, and passionately responded.

At the moment when their lips and teeth intertwined and they forgot themselves, the door was knocked.

"Thump thump thump..."

"Thump thump thump..."

"Captain Jiang." Chen Ke’s cautious voice came from outside. He really didn’t want to come and disturb Captain Jiang’s good time—there would definitely be consequences, but the matter was urgent, and he must report and consult with Captain Jiang.

Wan Chu’er, dazed, lifted her head from Jiang Kechu’s embrace and pushed his face away forcefully.

"Someone is calling you."

Jiang Kechu’s eyes darkened, he took a deep breath, controlled his desire, and slowly led Wan Chu’er to the side of the bed.

"There is porridge on the nightstand, drink it first, I will be back in a moment."

"I know, go quickly." Wan Chu’er urged Jiang Kechu to hurry, yet her eyes were filled with reluctance.

Jiang Kechu saw it clearly, held back his laughter, and kissed her again. Wan Chu’er then smiled and said with a bitten lip: "Hurry up, Chen Ke must have an urgent matter."

After Jiang Kechu left, Wan Chu’er thought about what had just happened and felt her face heat up. She slapped her face with her hand and muttered to herself: Wan Chu’er, you vixen!

When Wan Chu’er finished her porridge and just lay down, Jiang Kechu came back, holding a tray with things like gauze and antiseptic on it.

Wan Chu’er, a question mark popping up over her head, asked, "Jiang Kechu, are you injured?"

Jiang Kechu placed the items on the nightstand and said, "Stretch out your hand, it is you who are injured."

Yesterday, while climbing trees, Wan Chu’er’s hands were strained by ropes and scratched by branches, covered with small cuts, but she felt they were all minor and didn’t need bandaging.

"Is this really necessary?"

Jiang Kechu solemnly replied: "Bandaging will heal it faster and won’t leave scars."

Wan Chu’er skeptically stretched out her hand, and when she saw Jiang Kechu carefully holding her hand, treasuring it like a precious jewel while applying medicine and bandaging, she felt a wave of sweetness, thinking bandaging wasn’t so bad.

By the end, she was dumbfounded to see both her hands looking like two rice dumplings, no, more like swollen pig’s trotters, and that sweetness disappeared cleanly.

She held up her tightly wrapped pig’s trotters, looking at Jiang Kechu with a face that had learned to despair, "Jiang Kechu, are you joking with me? With this, I can’t do anything."

Jiang Kechu earnestly said: "Be good, it’s effective this way. In a few days, when it’s unwrapped, your hands will look brand new. Just endure a little, and if you want to do anything, just tell me."

Brand new my foot!

I only have a little bit of injury, it’s not like my brain got hurt and turned into a fool.

Wan Chu’er squinted her eyes, suspiciously looking at Jiang Kechu, directly asked: "Jiang Kechu, what is your scheme?"

Jiang Kechu responded righteously: "Don’t overthink, I just don’t want to hold a pair of pitted hands in the future." After saying this, he even tapped her head.