Chapter 270: There’s No Justice. Only She’s Right and You’re Wrong. (10)
Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_
Cheng Weiwan crouched on the ground and picked up the tweezers and scissors. Soon after, she picked out the remaining glass shards in He Jichen’s palms.
Then Cheng Weiwan picked up a few cotton balls, doused them with alcohol, started to disinfect the wound and applied some medicine.
She moved smoothly throughout the process then took a seat to one side facing Han Zhifan, who was talking business over the phone. As she did so, Han Zhifan’s attention was incidentally captured by Cheng Weiwan’s fair, slender hands.
Han Zhifan’s gaze slowly rose from Cheng Weiwan’s fingertips to her face. Meanwhile, Cheng Weiwan had finished taking care of He Jichen’s wound and started to tidy up her medical kit.
She had good facial features, her skin was fair, and she seemed calm… looking at her like this made him feel so peaceful.
Han Zhifan couldn’t help but stare at her some more until the phone in his hand endlessly rang “ding-dong! ding-dong!” He finally withdrew his gaze, looked down and continued to work.
“Be careful of getting it wet. I’ll put some ointment here. Remember to re-apply the medicine,” said Cheng Weiwan calmly to He Jichen as she packed her things and got up, carrying the medical kit.
He Jichen let out a soft “Mhm,” but didn’t say a word.
Cheng Weiwan quietly said “goodbye” and strode out.
When she passed Han Zhifan, Han Zhifan couldn’t resist but look up from his phone screen and glance over at Cheng Weiwan.
Cheng Weiwan looked over at Han Zhifan too as she noticed him staring. Their eyes met. Cheng Weiwan didn’t look away but politely and brazenly smiled at Han Zhifan. She brushed past him then quietly left He Jichen’s suite.
Now there was just Han Zhifan and He Jichen left in the room.
Han Zhifan continued working busily on his phone for some time before he put it down and turned to look at He Jichen.
The man laid leisurely on the sofa with his head raised as he stared transfixed at the ceiling, deep in thought.
Han Zhifan stared at He Jichen for a moment but didn’t say a thing. He got up and walked over to the counter then opened a bottle of red wine. He poured two glasses then headed back to the sofa and placed one glass in front of He Jichen.
The glass made a crisp sound when it touched the marble desk, stirring the composed He Jichen. He sat up and glanced at the tall glass in front of him, reaching his hand out to pick it up.
Han Zhifan swirled the wine glass and took a gulp then tilted his head and looked up and down at He Jichen. All of a sudden, he smiled and asked, “Chen Ge, it’s because of her, right?”
He Jichen was about to put the glass of wine to his lips when he stopped, turned his head slightly and glanced over at Han Zhifan.
“On the fourth year of university, you had to go to Beijing on the twenty-eighth of every month. Then after graduation, you gave up a great future to come to Beijing. After the investment was pulled for “Three Thousand Lunatics,” you would rather make less profit and have me find new investors. Even if you didn’t earn a lot, you wanted to keep this series running. It was all because of her… Because of that supporting actress who got injured tonight, am I right?”
Now completely exposed, He Jichen stopped drinking abruptly.
Han Zhifan knew He Jichen too well. He knew his subtle actions meant he guessed right.
He wasn’t pushy with He Jichen by asking personal questions, but he held the wine glass and continued to take two gulps before saying something else. “Chen Ge…”