Chapter 364: First Volume Chapter 364 I insist on trying the bitterness of love (4)

First Volume Chapter 364 I insist on trying the bitterness of love (4)

Jiang Zhi walked out of the hospital and didn't go straight home; instead, she went to a supermarket.

777 whispered: "Host, are you angry?"

Jiang Zhi had picked out hospital necessities; hearing its words, she puzzled: "What are you angry about?"

777 wanted to speak but stopped, afraid that saying it would make her more upset: "The villain—"

Jiang Zhi stopped her actions, smiled, and said: "What's there to be angry about? He naturally dislikes girls, so telling me to scram is normal; I'm not angry."

As she spoke, she narrowed her eyes and said gloomily: "But I hold grudges; later I'll repay him one by one."

777 trembled, silently lighting a candle in her heart for the villain Ning Xun.

Holding her shopping bags, she came out of the supermarket, returned to the hospital, and this time didn't go into the ward but went to the nurse's station.

"Please help me give these to him, thank you."

Many nurses knew her, mainly because her appearance alongside the patient in bed 12 named Ning Xun was as striking as a celebrity's.

Everyone exchanged glances, thinking they had argued.

…

One week later.

Jiang Zhi learned from the nurses that Ning Xun could eat, so she prepared several lunchboxes and gave them to the nurses to pass on, repeatedly urging them not to tell him they were from her.

The nurse pushed the medication cart into the ward and placed the lunchbox on the bedside table beside the bed.

"This is a lunchbox your coach asked someone to bring."

Ning Xun could get out of bed and walk, but he needed a cane.

He glanced at the lunchbox on the cabinet, picked it up, and placed it on the table raised beside the bed.

Last night Coach He had called to say he would send him food, and without suspicion he opened the lunchbox and began to eat.

Every dish was to his liking, tasting better than what a five-star hotel chef could make.

He paused for a few seconds, gripped his chopsticks tightly, and his throat moved.

Has the club changed its chef?

…

In the afternoon she brought the prepared dinner to the hospital, and Jiang Zhi took the empty lunchbox the nurse handed her, her lips curving slightly.

"He ate especially fast," the nurse said with a smile, "Rest assured I didn't tell him it was from you."

Jiang Zhi gave tonight's lunchbox to the nurse.

"Thanks for the trouble."

The nurse shook her head, saying, "You often bring us snacks; we should be thanking you."

Jiang Zhi said goodbye and left, then received a call from Professor He of the club.

"How is it? Sister-in-law, did he eat?"

Jiang Zhi replied: "He ate, thank you Coach for helping me."

Coach He laughed loudly on the other end: "We're all family; no need to talk about thanks."

The call ended.

Jiang Zhi stretched, saw that it was still early, and went shopping at the mall.

A completely comfortable holiday life.

…

The day of discharge.

Coach He personally drove over to pick him up.

Ning Xun, sitting in the back seat, thought of something and asked: "Has the club changed its chef?"

Coach He's eyes darted; being bad at lying, he looked uncomfortable and said weakly: "No."

Ning Xun was far away, didn't notice his oddness, fell silent, and his gaze fell on the outside of the window.

The car stopped at the entrance of the residential community where Ning Xun lives.

Coach He asked: "You really don't need me to see you in?"

Ning Xun unfastened his seatbelt: "No need."

He opened the car door and got out.

Jiang Zhi, who was jogging around the nearby residential area, saw the boy not far away, quickened her pace, and ran over.

"Hi~"

Ning Xun turned his head at the words.

She wore a light-colored tight sports outfit that outlined her beautiful, graceful figure. After a month apart, her hair tied back had been dyed pink; her pure, refined face was bathed in the glow of a splendid sunset, a few strands of hair stuck to her rosy cheeks with sweat, and her bright eyes looked like a night washed by rain, sparkling with brilliant colors.

Ning Xun acted as if he hadn't seen her and kept walking.

Jiang Zhi took out a wipe to dab the sweat on her forehead, walked beside him, and asked puzzledly: "I haven't offended you again; why do you dislike me so much?"

Ning Xun, expressionless: "I don't dislike you."

Upon hearing that, Jiang Zhi's smile brightened, and she walked backward facing him.

"Then do you like me?"

Ning Xun suddenly stopped, his cold eyes covered in frost: "I will never like anyone."

Jiang Zhi lifted her chin, her graceful neck beautiful enough to catch the eye, her pink lips slightly parted, and she said word by word:

"That's uncertain."

She didn't hide anything; she laid her cards straight out.

Ning Xun's gaze, upon touching her snow‑white neck, felt as if scorched and withdrew; he walked past her and continued forward.

Jiang Zhi followed him into the elevator.

In the cramped, bright elevator, they could smell each other's scent.

Ning Xun strained to ignore the faint, elusive fragrance lingering at the tip of his nose, staring straight ahead.

Until the elevator doors opened, he strode out with his long legs.

Jiang Zhi stared at his back, licking her lips.

The youth was young, yet his build was excellent—broad shoulders, narrow waist, and the exposed strip of his arm showed clear muscle definition.

I wondered what he looked like underneath that layer of clothing.

777: "Da mie!"

The Host's mind was filled with erotic images, making it blush and its ears turn red.

Jiang Zhi brushed aside her hair, covered her mouth and laughed: "Don't look, Brother Seven."

She almost forgot that there was still a 777 in her mind.

…

Over the next few days, Jiang Zhi took advantage of her night runs to wait for him at the entrance of the residential compound.

The youth maintained a cold expression throughout, never giving her even a hint of a pleasant look.

Jiang Zhi enjoyed it tirelessly, not expecting any response from him.

That night there was a thunderstorm.

Jiang Zhi rested for a day, not running at night, and waited outside a shop beside the residential compound, holding an umbrella.

Lightning split the thick night, followed by a deafening roar.

"Eh." She stepped inside a bit, dodging the raindrops falling at her feet, then looked up and saw the youth getting out of the car.

He had no umbrella, standing in the rain mist, his back view lonely and desolate.

Jiang Zhi hurried over, holding the umbrella over his head: "Getting wet in the rain will make you sick."

Ning Xun turned his head to gaze at her; in the depths of his midnight-like pupils, a hint of sorrow rose.

Jiang Zhi had never seen him like this; up close she smelled a strong alcohol scent emanating from him, guessing he had drunk a lot.

"Ning Xun?"

The youth's dark brown short hair was soaked by the rain, the slightly curled strands hanging behind his ears; suddenly he crouched on the ground, motionless.

Jiang Zhi had thought he would act drunk, but it seemed she had overthought it.

She bent down, helped him up, and step by step walked into the residential compound.

When they reached the twelfth floor and exited the elevator, he remained silent the whole way, dazed and foolish, more like an abandoned puppy left outside.

Stopping at his door, Jiang Zhi said: "Take out the key and open the door."

Ning Xun obediently took out the key from his pocket, his fingers trembling slightly, and opened the door.

Jiang Zhi turned on the living room light and helped him sit on the sofa.

Immediately she stood up, intending to find a towel to wipe his head, but her garment encountered resistance.

The well-behaved youth sitting on the sofa reached out and firmly gripped her garment, his brows and eyes lowered.