Chapter 21: Someone Wants to Harm Me
“What happened? What did Han Cheng say?” Seeing Su Ming’s face turn pale, Jiang Shiran sensed something was wrong and asked anxiously.
“Is Han Cheng really a god?” Su Ming finally managed to say, his voice trembling.
Jiang Shiran immediately understood. “He traced your Anle account?”
“He said he’s giving me a big gift. Old Jiang, you have to help me. He definitely doesn’t mean well.” Su Ming panicked, tossed his phone aside, and grabbed Jiang Shiran’s arm desperately for help.
“Alright, alright—don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Jiang Shiran nodded perfunctorily, wincing from the pain of being grabbed.
Su Ming suddenly let go, picked up his phone, and stood up in a hurry. “No, I need to go back and prepare right now. I’m not going to just sit here and wait for my fate.”
He rushed out in a panic. Jiang Shiran rubbed his arm, still wondering whether the idiom “sit back and await capture” was being used correctly.
Shaking his head to stop thinking about it, Jiang Shiran quickly took out his phone and made a call.
When the other side picked up, Jiang Shiran gave hurried instructions: “Now. Immediately. Unfollow Su Ming on Weibo. Then log into the Leisure Life official website and publish a statement announcing the show’s permanent suspension.
“No need to write the reason—just say permanent suspension. Everyone will know the reason later. There’s no need to consult Su Ming. Just post it. He’s busy right now.”
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After finishing the soup dumplings Aunt Chen had steamed, Jiang Yu had eaten a bit too much. He’d had shrimp filling too often lately, and the beef-filled dumplings were so delicious that he couldn’t help eating a few extra. Aunt Chen shot him several glares and snatched away the remaining dumplings.
They say it takes a hundred days to heal damaged bones and tendons. After eating, Jiang Yu could only lie there—any movement of his waist sent pain shooting through him.
His phone rang. Jiang Yu glanced at it and reached out but couldn’t quite grab it. Instead, he tugged at his waist and grimaced in pain. Glaring angrily at the phone, he thought: Let me see who’s calling to hurt me like this.
He called out to Aunt Chen. She came running from the kitchen, where she was washing dishes, and handed him the phone.
Seeing the caller ID, Jiang Yu crooked his mouth into a cold smile. Sure enough, the only one who could harm him was Han Cheng, that bastard of a man.
“Hello.” Jiang Yu sneered inwardly, though his voice came out obedient and gentle.
That bastard was not someone you could afford to offend.
“Jiang Yu, the two students who attacked you and their parents are going to see you. I’m chasing after them right now. Lock the door and don’t let them in. Wait until I get there before saying anything.” Han Cheng spoke rapidly, delivering news that instantly filled Jiang Yu with dread.
“What the hell? They’re still coming to ambush me? Aunt Chen, hurry up and close the door—lock it! Someone’s trying to assassinate me!” Jiang Yu got too worked up and tried to sit up, only to pull his back again. All he could do was shout for Aunt Chen.
“What are you talking about?” Aunt Chen rushed out of the kitchen again, staring at Jiang Yu in confusion.
“Lock the door. Someone’s coming to stab me. Go lock it—now.”
Though she thought it sounded ridiculous, Aunt Chen still went over and closed the ward door, locking it with a click.
“Wait for me—whatever you do, don’t open the door.” Han Cheng’s voice suddenly came through the phone, sounding like he was holding back laughter. Only then did Jiang Yu realize the call hadn’t been hung up yet.
Han Cheng hung up. Amid the tension, about ten minutes later, there was a knock on the ward door. Jiang Yu’s whole body jolted. Through the glass in the door, he saw the face of his attending physician.
Aunt Chen moved to open the door, but Jiang Yu stopped her. He took out his phone and sent Dr. Zhang a WeChat message.
[Dr. Zhang, is something wrong?]
Dr. Zhang looked down at his phone, then glanced up through the glass at Jiang Yu, clearly puzzled.
[It’s time for your IV drip. The nurse can’t get in—why did you lock the door?]
[Someone’s trying to harm me. We can do the IV later. If anyone comes looking for me, Dr. Zhang, just say I’ve been transferred to another hospital and send them away.]
[What’s going on?]
[A personal grudge. Han Cheng will be here soon—let him handle it.]
[Oh, that’s fine then, as long as Mr. Han is coming.]
Jiang Yu was speechless. Dr. Zhang seemed to have quite a lot of confidence in Han Cheng.
