Chapter 66: Han Cheng’s Punishment
Han Li’s shouting caught Meng Zhao’s attention. The boy looked at Jiang Yu for a while, then suddenly picked up a chair and sat down by the door.
Jiang Yu was so annoyed he laughed. He called out to him, “What are you sitting there for? With my waist like this, do you think I can still run?”
Meng Zhao shot him a glance, fiddled with his phone, and ignored him.
Jiang Yu rolled his eyes, no mood to deal with Meng Zhao, biting his finger as he thought about how to calm Han Cheng down.
Wang Huan didn’t come back with lychees. It was already December, and lychees were rare in northern cities. He could only buy longans instead.
Looking at the round longans, Jiang Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. Ignoring the injury to his fingernails, he personally peeled the longans and removed the pits. One by one, the white, tender longan flesh was neatly arranged in a plastic lunch box.
Wang Huan tried to help, but Jiang Yu brushed him off. This was his own show of sincerity—how could he let someone else do it?
In Jiang Yu’s anxious anticipation, Han Cheng arrived at the hospital in the evening. His face was dark as he glared at Jiang Yu, clearly furious.
“Want some longans? They replenish blood. I peeled them myself and removed the pits,” Jiang Yu said, having Wang Huan take the box out of the fridge. He held it up with both hands and offered it to Han Cheng.
The finger that had split open again and was bleeding faintly protruded slightly ahead of the box, catching Han Cheng’s eye.
Han Cheng glanced at the bloodstain seeping through the gauze on Jiang Yu’s index finger, then coldly glared at Wang Huan and demanded, “Didn’t you know his hand was injured? And you still let him peel these? Why didn’t you re-bandage it when it started bleeding? If it gets infected, it’ll have to be amputated.”
When Han Cheng said the word “amputated,” he looked back at Jiang Yu. Murderous intent flickered in his pitch-black eyes, making Jiang Yu’s scalp go numb.
Wang Huan felt completely wronged. Jiang Yu wouldn’t let him help with the peeling, and when it started bleeding, Jiang Yu was practically happy, refusing to let him bandage it. He was just a little assistant—how was he supposed to control Jiang Yu?
“It’s bleeding already? I was only thinking about peeling longans for you, I didn’t even feel it. My hand really hurts,” Jiang Yu pretended to be surprised, then coquettishly held out the bleeding finger to Han Cheng, trying to smooth things over. Han Cheng used to like it when he acted cute.
Han Cheng stood at the bedside, looking down at him, his face still dark. He did like Jiang Yu acting cute toward him—but not this overly affected, almost professional sort of coquettishness, like a top escort.
Han Cheng shot Jiang Yu an obvious look of disdain and coldly walked away again.
So… was he letting him off?
Uncertain, Jiang Yu asked Wang Huan, “What does that mean? Is he not angry at me anymore?”
“What did you do to make President Han angry this time?” Wang Huan hadn’t heard Han Li’s tirade while he was out buying longans.
“Nothing. I’m just lying here—what could I possibly do to upset Han Cheng?”
Jiang Yu denied it. Meng Zhao glanced at him, the corner of his mouth lifting into a barely noticeable cold smile.
Han Cheng soon returned, bringing Doctor Zhang and a nurse with him.
The nurse re-bandaged Jiang Yu’s finger, while Jiang Yu watched Han Cheng discuss his waist injury with Doctor Zhang.
“If I wanted to beat him up, how many months would it take?” Han Cheng’s question made Jiang Yu panic.
Doctor Zhang raised an eyebrow, glanced at the flustered Jiang Yu, suppressed a laugh, and answered honestly: “Broken muscles and bones take about a hundred days to heal. His was a fracture—reaching clinical healing will take about four months. If you want him to recover enough to take a beating, it’ll probably take six months to a year.”
Doctor Zhang’s answer revived Jiang Yu instantly. His eyes lit up. Four months—Han Cheng should have cooled down by then.
“Hmph.” Han Cheng saw Jiang Yu’s delighted expression and snorted coldly. Jiang Yu immediately wiped the smile off his face and behaved obediently.
After saying a few more things, Doctor Zhang left with the nurse. Han Cheng walked step by step to the bedside and sat down.
With a nervous, forced smile, Jiang Yu picked up the longans again and offered them over. “President Han, have some longans.”
“If you don’t want your hand anymore, just say it. Next time it bleeds, don’t bother changing the dressing,” Han Cheng said calmly, not taking them.
Jiang Yu sensibly set the longans on the bedside table. In truth, only two of his nails were torn—the rest were fine.
Han Cheng didn’t speak, just stared at Jiang Yu. His gaze gradually unfocused, attention drifting—he was looking at Jiang Yu, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.
Jiang Yu didn’t disturb him, retreating under the covers and waiting for Han Cheng to finish whatever he was thinking about—preferably think it through and then leave.
Unfortunately, Han Cheng’s mind worked too well. After only five minutes, he snapped back to attention.
His eyes refocused on Jiang Yu, and the calm gaze instantly turned sinister again.
Han Cheng held back and held back, but finally couldn’t restrain himself. He grabbed Jiang Yu’s cheeks—there wasn’t much flesh to begin with—and pulled them hard outward.
Jiang Yu immediately howled in pain. “I was wrong! I was wrong!”
“Wrong about what? You don’t even know what you did wrong.
I tell you I love you, and you insist on thinking I’m using you as a shield. With your scrawny body, thinner than a utility pole, who could you possibly shield? If you dug a utility pole out and put it on a scale, it’d weigh ten times more than you.
I’ll say it one more time: I don’t have anyone else I love. You are the one I love. Do you hear me clearly?”
“I hear you,” Jiang Yu sniffed, nodding painfully.
“I didn’t use you as a shield. Got it?”
“Got it.”
“Still planning to run?”
“Not running anymore.”
“It’s all because you’ve been spoiled.” Han Cheng said angrily as he let go of Jiang Yu’s cheeks.
Jiang Yu rubbed his face with both hands wrapped in bandages. Damn, that really hurt.
Seeing the bandages on Jiang Yu’s hands, Han Cheng sighed helplessly. Feeling sorry for him, he held Jiang Yu’s hands and gently kissed them. “Stop overthinking things all day long. I promise you—absolutely no one will ever hurt you again.” Han Cheng said this very seriously, with even a hint of ruthlessness.
He lightly kissed Jiang Yu on the forehead and continued, “I still have work to take care of. Focus on recovering. Once you’re healed, you can do whatever you want—as long as you don’t leave me.”
“Okay.” Now that Han Cheng wasn’t angry anymore, Jiang Yu nodded obediently, not daring to voice any further objections.
Han Cheng left reluctantly. Jiang Yu let out a long sigh of relief—this crisis had finally passed.
Picking up the longans on the bedside table, Jiang Yu stuffed a handful into his mouth. He’d bled quite a lot just peeling them and removing the pits—he needed to replenish his blood.
Han Cheng was really busy and didn’t come to see Jiang Yu for a whole week. Even so, Jiang Yu could still tell what Han Cheng had been up to from the trending searches.
[Wang Zheng suspected of bribery and organized crime; arrest approved.]
[Wang Wan’er suspected of bribing public officials; sentenced to three years in prison.]
[Who did the Wang family offend?]
[The Wang family’s background fully exposed.]
[Wang Mei and Han Yu officially announce their relationship.]
[Han Group enters the daily chemical industry.]
[Han Group marries up to the Wang family.]
[Han Ting and Wei Suyan get engaged.]
[The Wang family attaches itself to the Han Group.]
[Han Group vs. Wang Group—who really married up?]
Throughout the week, there were always one or several Han-related topics on the trending list.
After organizing all the topics, Jiang Yu roughly figured out what Han Cheng had been doing lately.
Members of the Han family, the Wang family, the Zhuang family, and the Wei family had either gotten engaged or made official announcements. Jiang Yu didn’t know how many of these couples were truly in love. Was this what alliances between big families were like? The world of the rich was really a mess.
