“He said his name is Zhōu Xún,” Jiāng Zhīnián paused, “Zhōu Xún?” she frowned, confused, “What’s he doing here?”
Didn’t they say he was beaten unconscious?
Jiāng Xiǎochūn continued, “He also said he came specifically to find you.”
“……”
Jiāng Zhīnián sneered, *Heh, man, you’ve successfully gotten my attention.*
“Second elder brother, you figure things out yourself first, I’m going to go meet a scoundrel.”
Jiāng Yù nodded gently.
As Jiāng Zhīnián walked into the small clinic, she turned her head slightly and saw the man leaning against the head of the bed, taking sips of hot water. He looked quite comfortable.
Jiāng Zhīnián strode over, her words laced with disdain, “Are you sick, what are you doing here?”
Zhōu Xún put down the paper cup and said indifferently, “I wanted to see how the culprit was doing.”
“How am I the culprit again?”
Zhōu Xún’s face gradually darkened, “You tripped me, and sent me to the apocalypse.”
“???”
Jiāng Zhīnián’s eyes widened, and she suddenly understood, “So you weren’t faking being unconscious that time because you wanted to extort money, you were actually in the apocalypse?!”
Zhōu Xún: “…… You actually thought I was that kind of uncouth person.”
“How could I!”
Zhōu Xún slightly softened his expression, only to hear Jiāng Zhīnián continue in the next second, “If you have no manners, how can you be uncouth?”
Zhōu Xún: “……”
Whether in the apocalypse or this world, her mouth was just as merciless.
“Oh,” Jiāng Zhīnián drew out the end of her sentence, bending it a few times, “So the first time we met in the apocalypse, you were against me on purpose, you actually resented me, instead of just being a jerk.”
Zhōu Xún chuckled, “Then what about the person who tripped someone without knowing the situation, were they just itchy-handed, or were they being a jerk?”
“……” Jiāng Zhīnián felt a bit weak in the knees, her eyes darting around. She found an excuse for herself, “That’s because you gave me too much of a shock, it caused me to have a conditioned reflex.”
This conditioned reflex was that upon seeing Zhōu Xún, she couldn’t help but act.
If it weren’t for him pitifully sitting on the hospital bed this time, Jiāng Zhīnián might have even hit him.
Jiāng Zhīnián plopped down on Zhōu Xún’s hospital bed, her tone softening slightly, “Alright, tell me, what did you come looking for me for this time?”
“I want you to take me in for a few days.”
“Ha?” Jiāng Zhīnián looked at Zhōu Xún in shock, then thought, he must be joking, “Aren’t you the young master of the Zhou Family? How can you ask a village girl like me to take you in?”
“Someone wants to harm me, and I want to create the illusion of my death to investigate them in secret,” Zhōu Xún said, “I won’t let you help for free. I will satisfy whatever you want afterward.”
“Anything? You’ll give me hundreds of millions if I ask?”
Zhōu Xún was silent for a moment, “Are you really asking for the sky?”
“You can’t afford that?”
“I’ll give it.”
Jiāng Zhīnián’s lips couldn’t help but curve upward.
“However, pay my medical expenses first.”
Jiāng Zhīnián wasn't joking.
After paying a few hundred yuan, Jiāng Zhīnián increasingly felt like a big idiot.
When Jiāng Zhīnián brought Zhōu Xún back, Jiāng Yù stopped what he was doing and scrutinizingly looked him up and down, “This is your friend?”
“Mhm, his name is Zhōu Xún,” Jiāng Zhīnián smiled at him, “Brother, can he sleep next to you for these past few days?”
“No!”
Both of them shouted at the same time.
Jiāng Zhīnián glanced at Zhōu Xún, “You’re being picky now?”
Zhōu Xún: “A bit of a germaphobe.”
Jiāng Zhīnián scoffed, “You weren't a germaphobe when you used to snatch my food.”
“Environmental factors.”
Jiāng Yù: “Big Brother is still in the hospital, his room has been empty. If we tidy it up a bit, he can move in tonight.”
“Okay!”
Chén Mǐnzhī worked in town and usually got off around 5:30 PM, returning with groceries around 7 PM.
Jiāng Zhīnián seized the opportunity and instructed Jiāng Yù to cook and prepare the vegetables.
Zhōu Xún: “I’m still a patient.”
Jiāng Zhīnián: “Men must be self-reliant, no excuses for laziness~”
In the end, it was Zhōu Xún who did these chores.
Wisps of smoke slowly rose from the chimney, eventually dissipating into the wind.
Families began busying themselves with dinner preparations.
Jiāng Zhīnián and the others waited at home for a while.
Finally, footsteps could be heard from outside the door.
The door was roughly pushed open, and several burly men with fierce expressions walked in.
Leading them was a tall, muscular man wearing a tank top, revealing tattooed biceps—a tiger head.
“Where are they?!”
A man suddenly kicked a stool placed in the yard.
Jiāng Zhīnián walked out unhurriedly.
Upon seeing the man at the front, her eyes flickered, and her lips curved slightly upward.
Yes, she saw a ghost again.
This ghost was a bit strange.
It had only one arm and one leg, clinging to the leading burly man like a vine.
[Host, this ghost has a lot of resentment, it’s worth 150,000!]
Jiāng Zhīnián’s smile gradually spread across her face.
A subordinate standing behind asked doubtfully, “Do you know why she’s smiling for no reason?”
Another person shook his head, “Women are always strange, hard to figure out.”
“Little beauty, you’re a new face!”
Jiāng Zhīnián stood at the doorway with her arms crossed, her back straight, like a guardian deity of the house, “What are you here for?”
The burly leader, Zhào Chún, signaled the man standing beside him, Sūn Yuán, with his eyes.
Sūn Yuán immediately spoke up, “Chén Mǐnzhī owes our Boss Zhào 250,000, and today is the final deadline.”
Jiāng Zhīnián murmured, “250,000…”
Jiāng Yù pushed his wheelchair and struggled to come out. He first said to Jiāng Zhīnián, “This doesn’t concern you, so don’t say anything.”
“Oh, Jiāng Yù, you a cripple come to join the fun?”
Jiāng Yù’s expression immediately darkened.
“We will repay the money,” Jiāng Zhīnián walked past Jiāng Yù, heading towards the debt collectors, “but you need to give me a little more time.”
Zhào Chún: “No room for negotiation. We’ve postponed the repayment deadline again and again, you really think we’re pushovers?”
Jiāng Zhīnián reached out and touched the ghost on Zhào Chún.
Fragments of memories flooded into her mind.
A young man holding a little girl high in the air with both hands, laughing and spinning her around.
The girl was laughing happily…
Zhào Chún glanced at her hand and asked with a frown, “What are you trying to do?”
Jiāng Zhīnián tilted her head, “You have a sister, who went missing when she was very young, right?”
Before Zhào Chún could speak, Sūn Yuán beside him roared, “You dare investigate our boss! Are you looking to die?”
As soon as he finished speaking, Sūn Yuán felt a force land on his shoulder.
He turned his head and saw that it was Zhào Chún’s hand on his shoulder.