Plunder-Chapter 69 - How Should I Live
Chapter 69: Chapter 69 How Should I Live
Chapter 69 -69 How Should I Live
Kexin wore a beige silk gown, her long hair casually tied into a bun at the back of her head, looking somewhat disheveled.
She had cried, the delicate makeup on her face a bit smeared, her eyes red-rimmed, and the tip of her nose also red, resembling a clown from a circus.
“Secretary Qiao.”
She ran up to Qiao En and hugged her.
“Miss An.”
Qiao En was taken aback.
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The two of them weren’t close, not enough to warrant such close contact.
She stood with her hands outstretched, not knowing where to put them.
Kexin was a good half head taller than Qiao En, and held onto Qiao En’s shoulders, her entire body weight pressing down on her.
She wasn’t heavy, but she felt somewhat weighty.
“Secretary Qiao, Jin’an was beaten up, and he’s badly hurt. I’m so scared right now. If Aunt Zhou wakes up and finds out I didn’t take good care of Jin’an, she’ll definitely scold me to death.”
Kexin fell back into her act, insisting on performing in front of Qiao En.
“Miss An, that won’t happen. You’ve been so good to Director Zhou; Mrs. Zhou won’t blame you, will she?”
“Secretary Qiao, I’m so scared. What if something happens to Jin’an? What should I do?”
Kexin’s performance was a bit awkward.
Zhou Jin’an had merely been injured in a fight; it’s not like he was dead.
For a moment, Qiao En had nothing to say.
Suddenly, Kexin let go of Qiao En and extended to her a sincere invitation.
“Secretary Qiao, would you accompany me to see Jin’an? My legs are feeling weak, and I’m afraid I might not be able to hold up.”
“Why don’t I contact Secretary Chen for you? She can accompany you.”
She clearly intended to set a trap for Qiao En. Qiao En refused and was about to call Chen Yin, but Kexin stopped her.
“Secretary Qiao, could you please just accompany me this once? You know that Jin’an doesn’t really care for my company. If I go alone, he might not even want to see me. Please, will you come with me?”
She shook Qiao En’s arm, her eyes brimming with tears.
Qiao En wasn’t someone easily swayed, but she was well aware that rejecting Kexin would bring her trouble.
“Fine, I’ll go with you.”
Qiao En agreed.
Kexin’s tears turned to laughter, and she clung to Qiao En’s arm, afraid she would change her mind.
Inside the emergency room’s temporary ward.
The doctor had just finished treating Zhou Jin’an’s eye. He was lying back against the head of the bed, an IV drip on his wrist.
Chen Yin stood to one side, reporting the progress of work to him. She read the relevant documents to him and recorded his feedback. During the intervals of treatment, he even managed to sign a few documents.
Suddenly, the door burst open.
Kexin, in tears, rushed in.
“Jin’an!”
She threw herself on Zhou Jin’an, sobbing uncontrollably.
Chen Yin felt awkward and tactfully said, “Director Zhou, I’ll step out and wait.”
Saying so, she quickly walked out with the documents.
Qiao En stood at the door and caught a glimpse of Zhou Jin’an’s black eye.
Ding Hao had hit him hard. Zhou Jin’an’s right eye was severely swollen and had narrowed to a mere slit.
He pushed Kexin away in disgust.
“I’m sorry, Jin’an. I hurt you.”
Kexin took the chance to continue her act.
She noticed the medicine stains still left on Zhou Jin’an’s neck and ordered Qiao En.
“Secretary Qiao, could you please help get some hot water? Thank you.”
Qiao En had intended to leave, but Kexin had created a task for her, and she couldn’t extricate herself for the moment.
“Alright.”
Qiao En took a water bottle and left.
“Get out.”
Zhou Jin’an coldly ordered.
An Kexin cried with tears streaming down her face. She reached out, carefully attempting to touch Zhou Jin’an’s eyes, but he disdainfully turned his head away.
“An Ge, please let go, will you? Aunt Zhou has been unconscious the whole time. If something were to happen to you as well, how do you expect me to go on?”
“How you go on is none of my concern,”
Zhou Jin’an coldly retorted.
An Kexin cried, her heart unwilling to accept this.
“She doesn’t love you, why are you clinging on to her? An Ge, let’s get married. I’ll take good care of you.”
Zhou Jin’an gave An Kexin a cold look, annoyance evident in his gaze.
“I’ve told you many times, I’m not going to marry you. Stop your wishful thinking. Leave, I don’t want to see you anymore.”
Having said that, Zhou Jin’an closed his eyes, unwilling to even glance at An Kexin anymore.
An Kexin bit her lip, standing there with red-rimmed eyes, yet her fists were clenched tightly.
She repeatedly tried to approach him with a shameless face, but Zhou Jin’an pushed her away time after time.
At that moment, Qiao En returned with some hot water.
“Miss An, the water is ready. I will take my leave now.”
She put the water bottle down and turned to leave.
An Kexin hastily called out to Qiao En.
“Secretary Qiao, I need another favor from you.”
“There’s something dirty on Jin’an’s neck, could you please help clean it? I should be the one doing this, but I just did my nails and it’s really inconvenient, I’m so sorry to trouble you,”
An Kexin said apologetically.
She held out her hands for Qiao En to see, the shiny pink nails flattering her skin tone.
“Miss An, I should call a nurse instead. Director Zhou’s neck has an injury, and I have never done this before. If it causes an infection, that wouldn’t be good,”
Qiao En knew her place. An Kexin was Zhou Jin’an’s fiancée; it was not her place, a former secretary, to do such things.
But at this moment, Zhou Jin’an spoke up.
“What’s the matter? You don’t want to do it?”
He pursed his bitter, lonely lips and gazed intently at Qiao En with a turned face.
An Kexin immediately readied some warm water and shoved the prepared towel into Qiao En’s hands.
“Secretary Qiao, thank you for your trouble.”
Her demure appearance made her look like a truly gentle and generous wife.
Qiao En felt like she was being grilled over the fire, with three pairs of eyes in the room fixated on her.
She had no choice but to comply.
She took the towel from An Kexin, dampened it, wrung out the excess water, and gently wiped Zhou Jin’an’s neck.
Bending over, she was so close to Zhou Jin’an that the man’s hot breath lingered around her hand.
Qiao En kept her face composed, but her heart was pounding like a drum, “thump, thump, thump,” resounding nonstop.
An Kexin’s eyes, sharp as needles, fixated on Qiao En’s hands.
Zhou Jin’an, with one eye unable to open, kept the other eye on Qiao En’s face the entire time.
She was exceptionally focused on her task, seldom blinking.
Being so close, he could clearly see the lines and pores on her face.
Her skin had always been smooth, but perhaps because of her recent overworking, it seemed a bit rough.
“Secretary Qiao, you really know how to take care of people. Doctor Ding is so lucky. In the future, you’ll surely make a good wife and a loving mother,”
An Kexin’s praising voice suddenly floated over, breaking the heated atmosphere.
Zhou Jin’an’s face darkened, Qiao En also paused, and the edge of the towel abruptly rubbed against a raw wound, causing blood to seep out in an instant.
“I’m sorry!”
Qiao En quickly apologized.
An Kexin’s expression changed instantly, her hand repeatedly pressing the bedside call button, making a fuss.
“Nurse, there’s bleeding, there’s bleeding.”
The nurse didn’t arrive, but Ding Hao did.
