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Chapter 355 - 353: Checking Household Registration, Noticing Abnormal Wounds

Chapter 355: Chapter 353: Checking Household Registration, Noticing Abnormal Wounds

Outside, the drizzle continued.

"Do you want to go back to the hotel to change clothes first?"

Jiang Lingxi glanced at the black business car that had already parked in front of her and shook her head, "No need."

The dress she was wearing was quite comfortable, despite the long train, which might require her to hold it up if the ground was dirty.

"It’s fine like this."

In her past life, the clothes she wore daily were far more complex and elaborate than this one. Compared to those, this dress was rather casual.

Shen Yunqing had no objections. After the car stopped, he reached out to block the automatically opening car door, "Your Majesty, please."

Jiang Lingxi glanced at him, lifted her skirt effortlessly, and got into the car.

She didn’t ask where they were going since it would definitely be a place where they could speak freely and in private.

Zhao Xiaohu, who was responsible for driving, got out of the car and walked over to his boss, only to see Shen Yunqing holding a plastic bag that was waving in the wind. He looked closely and saw a crumpled piece of paper inside, and his face showed clear bewilderment.

He had never seen his boss holding something like a plastic bag before.

"Boss, is this garbage you picked up? Let me throw it away for you!"

Shen Yunqing paused in the motion of handing over the plastic bag, "I’ll need you to run an errand later and take the blood-stained tissues to Lu Ye for testing. Tell him, no matter how late it is, to notify me the moment the results come out."

Zhao Xiaohu’s expression immediately became serious. He looked at the plastic bag with newfound importance, "I understand, boss. I’ll make sure to deliver the tissues to Mr. Lu intact!"

"Let’s go."

Once Shen Yunqing got in the car, the door closed silently.

Jiang Lingxi watched as he took out a disinfectant wipe and slowly cleaned all ten fingers and the palm of his hand. She silently admired him for a moment.

Only after the used wipe was tossed into the car’s trash bin did she stop staring at his hands and asked, "Who is Lu Ye?"

"He’s the founder of a lab specifically researching various rare diseases, especially blood-related ones." Shen Yunqing said, pulling out his phone from his pocket and showing Jiang Lingxi a photo in his album, "Three years ago, his lab ran out of funds. After hearing about it, I invested in his lab, so now I’m one of the shareholders."

Jiang Lingxi glanced at the photo on the phone screen.

It was a slightly somber but handsome man, appearing around thirty years old, though his temples were slightly graying.

He was holding a little girl who was shyly smiling at the camera.

She looked four or five years old. Kids this age are usually cute and chubby, but the girl in the photo was so skinny it was almost deforming.

However, their facial features shared similar traits.

"Father and daughter?"

They couldn’t be siblings, right?

The age gap was too big.

"Yes, Lu Ye’s lab was actually established for his daughter, named Lu Lu, who has had a rare blood disease since birth."

Jiang Lingxi touched the little girl’s head on the screen and returned the phone without asking why he chose to fund Lu Ye’s lab. It was clearly not a profitable venture, more likely a bottomless pit.

Shen Yunqing didn’t mention his initial reason for investing either.

No need; it was enough to understand it themselves.

Both tacitly skipped over the topic.

Jiang Lingxi touched the dragon embroidery on her dress’s cuff, "What’s your relationship with Shen Chuyue?"

"She’s Shen Huchen’s sister, belonging to the Shen Family’s third branch. They currently reside in Shanghai."

"And you, the first branch?"

"Yes. The Shen Family currently has four branches."

"I didn’t expect..."

Jiang Lingxi didn’t continue, but Shen Yunqing could guess her thoughts.

The Dayin Jiang imperial family, once powerful, had long disappeared into history after a thousand years.

That the Shen Family could endure until now and even thrive was testament to their resilience.

Zhao Xiaohu drove seriously, resisting the urge to look at the two people seated in the back through the rearview mirror.

Miss Jiang seemed like she was here to investigate family backgrounds, and his boss was surprisingly cooperative.

He had never seen his boss so accommodating before.

After the business car had traveled some distance, Jiang Lingxi realized this was the road to Xiyuan.

Since they were going to discuss private matters, Xiyuan indeed was a good choice.

However, it seemed like there was still someone living in Xiyuan currently.

"Wait, did we forget Shen Huchen?"

Shen Yunqing was momentarily taken aback, "It’s okay, he knows the way back to Xiyuan and can always call Xia Zhi to send a driver if needed."

Shen Huchen, who was learning how to use a ride-hailing app with Lu Sen: "..."

Thanks for the trust, cousin!

*

"Sister Xu, Sister Xu? The car has already left, should we go to the hospital first, or head straight back to the hotel?"

Xu Qingmei was called back to reality by her assistant’s raised voice, replaying the scene she had just witnessed repeatedly in her mind.

In the rain, Jiang Lingxi and Shen Yunqing getting into the same car one after the other.

Thinking of the wound on Jing Huai’s arm, her expression darkened, causing her assistant to shiver involuntarily.

"Sister Xu, are you okay?"

"We’re not going to the hospital or the hotel; we’re going straight home."

"But..."

The assistant swallowed back her words at Xu Qingmei’s glare and quickly instructed the driver, "Head to Sister Xu’s usual villa."

Whatever items were left at the hotel would be handled by the rest of the team.

She seldom dared to disobey Xu Qingmei’s orders, especially not now.

Thus, when Jing Huai brought his assistant to the top-floor suite of the five-star hotel he and Xu Qingmei were staying at, he found Xu Qingmei’s room open with a few people from her team packing things, but no sign of Xu Qingmei herself.

In his eagerness, he grabbed one of them, "Where is Sister Xu?"

The young man glanced at him, "Sister Xu went straight home and didn’t come to the hotel. Didn’t she tell you?"

Jing Huai was stunned.

What did this mean, was Xu Qingmei leaving him just like that, what about their collaboration? Was there any purpose to using the staged photos they had taken?

She left without a word, what was he supposed to do next?

He was so lost in thought that he forgot to let go.

The young man had to remind him, "Teacher Jing, could you let go of my arm? I still have to finish packing. And it seems like your arm injury has opened up again, there’s blood, take care of it, okay?"

Jing Huai looked down at his arm and saw the thin cut, less than ten centimeters long. It had nearly healed by the time he arrived, but now, small beads of blood were emerging again.

He had to return to the bathroom in the other suite to clean up, "By the way, do we have any hemostatic medicine here?"

Initially, he thought the cut was so small that it didn’t need medication, but seeing the pink-tinted water in the sink, he was reminded of Xu Qingmei’s horrified expression when she nicked his arm on stage, and felt uneasy.

His assistant’s voice came from outside the door, "No, Huai, did you hurt yourself somewhere? I’ll go buy some immediately!"

Jing Huai looked at the wound again, exhaling deeply, "Quickly, and get some band-aids too!"

As he heard the sounds of someone leaving through the door, Jing Huai pressed a tissue over the wound and walked heavily out of the bathroom.

He picked up the phone from the sofa, opened Xu Qingmei’s contact, and saw the last message he sent marked with a red exclamation mark, remembering that she had unilaterally deleted him as a friend last night.

It was known that deleting a contact also erased all chat history unless it was recovered by someone specialized.

Xu Qingmei’s tactics were more thorough than he had anticipated.

He should have known better than to bother her, knowing it would only make her angry.

But his heart was unsteady, and despite the risk, he reapplied to add her as a friend.

Xu Qingmei was resting her eyes in the car when her assistant cautiously roused her.

With a face of impatience, she opened her eyes, "Now what?"

"Sister Xu," the assistant handed her the phone, whispering, "Jing Huai just requested to add you as a friend."

Xu Qingmei paused the motion of reaching for the phone, "Ignore it."

"Okay, got it."

The assistant read her expression and quickly turned off the phone screen.

"Notify me when we get home."

"Alright."

Peace returned to the car, while back in the hotel suite, Jing Huai’s assistant entered with a large bag of external medications, only to witness another newly purchased phone being destroyed.

Cautiously stepping over the phone’s fragments, he approached Jing Huai, not daring to ask much, and quietly offered, "Huai, I brought the medicine; shall I apply it for you?"

"What else, you were planning to wait until when?" Jing Huai couldn’t help but glower while grabbing the bag of medication, "I’ll do it myself!"

He didn’t feel secure letting anyone else apply it this time.

The assistant dared not protest. Watching Jing Huai apply too much medicine in clumsy movements, but correctly, he then turned to clean up the mess from the shattered phone and search for the SIM card, which had been thrown somewhere.

Before he could find it, he heard an aggravated voice, "What kind of medicine did you get me? The bleeding stopped, but now it’s itching!"

The itch was so intense it was unbearable, making him want to scratch the skin off, yet rinsing it would risk reopening the wound.

So his pent-up frustration was directed at the assistant who had bought the medicine.

The assistant was bewildered by the scolding, hurrying back without finishing the search for the SIM card to check the quickly diminishing ointment, "Huai, this is meant for stopping bleeding, and the pharmacist said it’s a best-seller, newly produced and not expired."

Jing Huai’s lips trembled violently, then he suddenly bent down to pick up the fruit knife from the coffee table.

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