Chapter 1860: An Inconceivable Hypothesis

"How could you follow, using Tear Gas? Forget it, I'd still have to send a lawyer to bail you out; you'd better just stay and keep Xie Wanyi company."

Facing Jiang Motian's volunteering, Li Xingyan refused without hesitation.

It was just that his choice of words in refusing... made Jiang Motian feel, no matter how she listened, that she was being looked down upon by her brother!

Jiang Motian was quite angry.

Her rebellious spirit was even triggered; she straightened her back and said with conviction, "It's not like only you can get things done. Wanyi can too; next time I'll have him help me!"

"Once he recovers, he'll be busy with his career; where would he find the time to mess around with you?"

"So your meaning is, this matter with Yangyang can only be handled by you?"

This statement... couldn't really be put that way.

Li Xingyan pondered for a moment, opening his mouth to offer an explanation.

But after meeting Jiang Motian's gaze, Li Xingyan suddenly felt...

Could this girl be deliberately setting a trap for him?

Li Xingyan was unsure and looked into Jiang Motian's eyes again.

And this time, he saw craftiness within them.

Now Li Xingyan could be certain of one thing: she was indeed setting a linguistic trap.

Li Xingyan furrowed his brows and raised his hand to flick Jiang Motian on the forehead.

Then he lectured, "Can't you just be well-behaved for once!"

Jiang Motian was flicked and it hurt.

She covered her forehead, which had been flicked red, and protested, "Don't talk nonsense, how am I not being well-behaved!"

"Do I need to remind you? You were just eavesdropping!"

"Please, this is a public area, and you two were chatting so loudly; I was forced to hear it! How does that count as eavesdropping!"

Jiang Motian's behavior could be called sophistry.

But this time, Li Xingyan actually didn't refute it.

He just lowered his eyes, as if pondering something.

A moment later, he asked a question: "Then, did you hear that last sentence from Deng Yunhai?"

"I heard it."

"Do you know what that sentence means?"

"Of course. Why, don't tell me you don't know?"

Jiang Motian was just asking casually.

But it was such a coincidence...

Li Xingyan really didn't know.

Facing Jiang Motian's matter-of-fact question, he said irritably, "If I knew, why would I still be asking you!"

Her brother's awkward attitude surprised Jiang Motian.

Li Xingyan didn't look into Jiang Motian's eyes either; he frowned and asked, "What exactly does it mean?"

"This is actually easy to understand; that Deng Yunhai was treating you as a..."

Jiang Motian was stating her judgment.

But because of something she thought of, she widened her eyes and her speech was interrupted.

Afterward, she stared fixedly at Li Xingyan.

Li Xingyan hated it when people left their sentences half-finished.

Especially when the answer was right on the tip of their tongue but they just wouldn't say it—it was simply maddening!

Discovering that Jiang Motian was still staring at him, Li Xingyan couldn't help but press, "What are you looking at?"

"Brother, you wouldn't really..."

"Really what?"

Li Xingyan's expression was very calm, but the look in his eyes grew increasingly impatient.

Such a look made Jiang Motian suddenly feel that the thought that had just emerged in her heart was too inconceivable.

Moreover, saying it out rashly would make both Wei Yangyang and her brother uncomfortable.

Hesitating for a moment, Jiang Motian changed her words on the spot: "He might think that you really treat Wei Yangyang as a younger sister. So, Brother, how do you view Yangyang? Do you treat her as a younger sister?"

"How is that possible? Having you and Momo as two troublesome younger sisters at home is enough!"

"I see... then what do you treat Yangyang as?"

Jiang Motian's question carried a probing tone.

Li Xingyan's expression remained impatient, and he said, "A nuisance that I have to help out with because of you!"

"Just a nuisance?"

"What else?"

Sensing that her brother's tone was gradually rising, Jiang Motian didn't dare to press further.

Because she knew that if she continued to press, her brother would easily lose his temper.

Li Xingyan had a cold temperament, but he rarely lost his temper.

Once he did...

It was quite frightening.

Jiang Motian didn't want to poke the tiger, so she said with a smile, "It's nothing, well, I'm heading to the Hospital now."

"Do you want me to take you?"

"No need, I can go myself. Goodbye, Brother!"

Jiang Motian turned around with a smile on her face.

Yet, after turning, she patted her chest.

Phew, she had almost failed to control her mouth and said something embarrassing!

Fortunately, she had held it in!

While Jiang Motian was feeling relieved over here, Li Xingyan, who remained standing where he was, was still frowning.

He lowered his eyes.

His long, slender eyelashes blocked the depth within them.

After parting ways with Li Xingyan, Jiang Motian did not go directly to the Hospital, but instead went to the Art Studio to pick up some art supplies.

In order to spend more time with Xie Wanyi, Jiang Motian had been completing her work in his hospital room recently.

Don't look down on it just because it was a hospital room; the scenery outside the window was actually quite nice.

Occasionally, when Xie Wanyi went to the hospital garden to relax, Jiang Motian would even sketch a character portrait on the fly.

In the hospital, there were all sorts of people, and there was truly no shortage of source material.

In this environment, Jiang Motian's creative inspiration was often in an explosive state.

However, today, after Jiang Motian arrived at the Hospital, she was completely absent-minded.

When Xie Wanyi discovered Jiang Motian staring blankly at her canvas for the umpteenth time, he raised his hand and patted her shoulder.

Jiang Motian's body jolted, and then she looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

"No need."

"Then are you hungry? Do you want to eat some snacks?"

"I don't want to eat, either."

"Then you must be tired. Come, let me massage your shoulders for you."

As Xie Wanyi spoke, he truly began to massage Jiang Motian's shoulders.

Her boyfriend's eagerness made Jiang Motian confused, and she asked, "What is this... have you done something you feel guilty about?"

Just as her voice fell, she felt her cheek being pinched.

At the same time, she heard Xie Wanyi's complaint: "You really have no conscience; I saw that you were very tense and was helping you relax!"

Tense?

Where was she tense!

Jiang Motian did not admit it, yet she failed to notice that she had slightly relaxed her spine because of Xie Wanyi's words.

Xie Wanyi saw it.

But he did not say anything more; he simply stroked Jiang Motian's back gently, then asked in a low voice, "Can you tell me what you were thinking about just now?"

What she was thinking about... that was truly a lot.

Where should she even begin?

Jiang Motian pondered for a moment, then turned her body and stared straight into Xie Wanyi's eyes.

Xie Wanyi knew that Jiang Motian might be about to say something very important.

Yet he did not deliberately make his expression serious, but instead continued to look at her gently, allowing her to chat freely in a relaxed atmosphere.

But Jiang Motian could not be casual.

She licked her dry lips and then said, "Before I came to the Hospital today, I went to take care of a matter."

"Did you get it done?"

"I got it done."

"Then why is your expression still so serious?"

Jiang Motian did not know what the expression on her face looked like.

At this moment, having heard Xie Wanyi's assessment, she raised her hand to touch her own face.

But one cannot feel an expression just by touching.

And that was not important, either.

Jiang Baobao looked at the man in front of her, her heart feeling as if it had been pricked by a needle.