Chapter 266: Volume 1, Chapter 266: Stupid Beauty x Sports School Male God (28)

Jiang Zhi, whose breathing had calmed, looked at the man shrouded in shadow on the hospital bed, fell into thought, and answered after a few seconds.

"No."

She walked to the bedside and pressed the call bell, summoning a doctor.

Just as she was about to leave, He Yin grabbed her hand; blood loss made his consciousness fuzzy, but he still refused to let go even a bit.

The doctors rushed to the bedside, sutured his split wound, and staunched the steadily flowing blood.

Finally, only the attending doctor remained in the ward, instructing: "Do not stimulate the patient; if the wound reopens, a blood transfusion will be needed."

Jiang Zhi acknowledged.

After the doctor left, the secretary entered quietly with a lunchbox, lowering her voice: "Miss Jiang, it's time for lunch."

Jiang Zhi tried to pull her wrist free, but the man's grip was strong, tightly holding her wrist; even after he had fallen asleep, he refused to release it.

She resignedly said: "Let's not eat for now, Secretary Wang, please bring me a chair."

The secretary noticed their joined hands, said nothing silently, and brought a chair to her side.

"I'll put the lunchbox here; Miss Jiang, remember to eat if you get hungry."

Jiang Zhi nodded.

The secretary spoke and left.

Only the two of them remained in the ward again.

No one knew how much time had passed.

Jiang Zhi felt bored, so she picked up He Yin's phone resting on the bedside table, intending to find a movie to watch.

The phone required a password; she entered his own birthday, but it was incorrect.

She entered her birthday, but that was also wrong.

Could it be his mother's birthday? Jiang Zhi couldn't be bothered trying further; as she was about to put the phone back where it belonged, a weak voice came from the man.

"The password is, 11231320."

Jiang Zhi followed the sound and met the man's eyes, which had opened at some point; she naturally pulled her hand back, rubbed her sore, slightly painful wrist, and unhappily said: "It really hurts."

He Yin's gaze fell on her wrist, where bruising had surfaced; he instinctively reached out to touch it, but that hand quickly dodged away.

"What are you doing? Do you still want to choke my hand?" Jiang Zhi exclaimed in shock.

He Yin slowly retracted his fingers and closed his eyes.

Jiang Zhi was very hungry, so she first finished the meal.

The man had just undergone surgery and could not eat yet, so she devoured all the rice in the lunchbox, including the carefully simmered mushroom chicken soup.

She wiped the corner of her mouth and let out a belch.

He Yin's voice came through the oxygen mask, hoarse and icy cold.

"You, why don't you leave?"

He can now only lie in the hospital bed, unable to imprison her again; why doesn't she run?

Jiang Zhi again picked up the phone on the bedside table, entered the password to access the home screen, and answered lightly: "You're sick."

He Yin's pale lips curved sarcastically: "So, you're concerned about me?"

Jiang Zhi gently curved her eyes, a dimple adorning her lips, especially eye-catching: "Yes."

After saying that, she yawned, lifted a corner of the blanket: "My nap time has arrived."

He Yin's body tensed slightly; he coldly reminded: "There's another bed beside you."

Jiang Zhi heedlessly slipped into the blankets, stretched comfortably, her limbs intentionally or unintentionally touching the man beside her, easily sensing his abnormality.

He Yin coldly called her name: "Jiang Zhi Zhi!"

Jiang Zhi smiled brightly as she leaned toward his face, locking eyes with his dark, bottomless pupils, not missing his fleeting flustered expression.

Although eight years have made him mature and steady, he is still as timid as he was in his youth.

"Before, I once let you sleep; why won't you let me sleep this time?"

He Yin's bloodless, pallid face took on a normal flush as he struggled to suppress the violent turmoil in his heart; his thin lips pressed into a harsh, derisive arc, and he let out a soft snort from his throat.

"What is it this time, deceiving me again? Repaying a favor?"

Jiang Zhi ignored his question and instead asked something out of the blue.

"A Yin, why is the phone password 11231320?"

Other people's phone unlock passwords are six digits, but his is eight digits—very strange.

She tried both of their birthdays, none worked; what does this string of numbers mean?

He Yin's fine, crow-black eyelashes trembled imperceptibly, then drooped in near despair; he remained silent for a long time.

Jiang Zhi waited for a response, guessed and guessed, but could never figure out the answer; she grew too lazy to think, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

The ward returned to silence, peaceful and calm.

Gradually, regular breathing of deep sleep came from beside her.

He Yin ever so slightly removed the oxygen mask, enduring the abdominal pain, turned his body, and gazed at the peacefully sleeping person.

Her appearance had hardly changed; she was still as lovely and stunning as eight years ago, especially those peach-blossom eyes, pupils clear to the bottom, forever pure and untainted.

Yet he liked even more the different temperament she unintentionally revealed.

Only then did he feel that he was special.

He was the only one who had seen her other side.

He Yin leaned forward slightly, lightly kissed her forehead, then immediately withdrew.

The pain from the sutured surgical wound came in waves, but it did not stop his action.

The number used to unlock the phone is the time they officially began dating.

She forgot, but he always remembered.

——

He Yin stayed in the hospital for a month, and Jiang Zhi accompanied him for a month.

Until the doctor said he could be discharged, Jiang Zhi packed her luggage and, by car, returned to that villa.

"Where is Aunt He?" After so long, she still hadn't seen Aunt He.

This sentence instantly froze the atmosphere; the secretary and subordinates following beside were all shocked.

He Yin calmly said, "He passed away."

Jiang Zhi let out an incredulous "ah," saying, "Sorry."

It shouldn't be; she clearly stopped the plot from happening, so why did He's mother still pass away?

777 answered her question: "The villainess's mother was already in poor health; she couldn't hold on for the next two years and passed away."

Jiang Zhi understood.

He Yin walked forward, leaning on a cane.

"It has nothing to do with you."

So no need to apologize? Jiang Zhi felt a surge of joy, thinking her marriage task was within reach.

This iceberg is almost melted by her.

"A Yin~" she called out in a coquettish tone.

He Yin showed no expression, completely unaffected, and walked straight to the sofa in the living room to sit down.

Jiang Zhi sat beside him, appearing especially attentive as she poured tea and handed him water.

He Yin glanced at her sideways lightly, not taking the water cup she offered, and said, "I can not restrict your self——"

The character "yóu" had not yet been spoken when her slender white finger pressed against it.

Jiang Zhi drew near, her cheeks flushing rosy, her eyes filled with starlight, beautiful enough to captivate the soul.

"I think our relationship can get one step closer."

He Yin: "？"

Jiang Zhi sat entirely on his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, like a female ghost in a mural that absorbs souls.

"For example~ I will marry you."

The words fell.

The air stagnated for a few seconds.

He Yin suddenly stood up; the alluring woman in his arms instantly fell onto the soft carpet, he stepped back, ignoring her feigned cries of pain, and coldly asked, "What do you want to do again?"