When Hua Ting woke up, she found that the surrounding furnishings were no stranger to her.
What can be concluded is that this is not the 21st century, nor is it the Bai Mansion, but Zhao Yiran's home.
Zhao Yiran's family suddenly woke up and asked, "What time is it?"
"10 o'clock."
Zhao Yiran sat on the edge of the bed.
Seeing that she was awake, he stood up and leaned over slightly to look at her, "How are you feeling?"
"At 10 o'clock" Hua Ting suddenly turned over and sat up.
The wound was pulled hard and caused a heartbreaking pain.
"I have to go back quickly, otherwise it will be in vain."
"I knew you would be so anxious," Zhao Yiran interrupted with her usual soft voice, "Chen Shu specifically asked me to tell you that tonight is special, and it won't be too late to go back when you recover."
"Tonight is special."
Hua Ting immediately understood the meaning of his words, "What about Chen Shu and others?"
"He left not long after he sent you here."
He should have rushed back to Cai Bingrong.
Zhao Yiran thoughtfully stuffed two soft goose feather pillows behind her to make her more comfortable.
Hua Ting then noticed that there was a third person in Zhao Yiran's room, but that person was not the inspector, but the middle-aged male doctor who changed the dressing for the inspector that day.
The middle-aged male doctor wearing round glasses was facing Hua Ting and was quickly organizing the medicine box on the table.
He did not forget to turn around and tell her to come back in 7 days to change the dressing.
The cuffs of his plain robe were still stained.
There was fresh blood.
Huating's wound had been wrapped with a thick layer of bandage, but because she had moved too much just now, fresh blood beads appeared on the dark blood that had condensed into a ball at the bandage, which was quite shocking to see.
"Is Chen Shu injured?"
Hua Ting sat sideways and felt a slight numbness in her buttocks.
"Injured."
Zhao Yiran seemed to think about it for a moment, "That's not true."
Seeing Hua Ting breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Yiran raised his eyes, and a clear smile flashed in his eyes, "But, what happened to you at night?"
"Let's go."
She originally wanted to tell Zhao Yiran a brief story, but out of the corner of her eye she glanced at the middle-aged male doctor who was still tinkering with the medicine box.
When the words came to her lips, she changed to, "Nothing, the road is over."
When he was robbed, he happened to be rescued by Chen Shu. " "Robbery" Zhao Yiran didn't look too surprised.
I guess robberies happened frequently in the streets of Shanghai in this era, so it's not surprising.
"Girls should not go out alone at night," she said, looking at the flowers.
Hearing the layers of bandages wrapped around his shoulders, Xu recalled the injuries on the day of the inspection, and his eyebrows were full of worry, "I'm lucky this time, luckily I didn't hurt my life."
But at that moment, Hua heard that she was really out of breath, and she really thought that she was going to die, but she didn't expect that she would not be allowed to go back in time even if she couldn't die.
The middle-aged male doctor left a few bottles of medicine for her to take internally, then stood up and left, taking only half a sip of the hot tea on the table.
Hua Ting tried to stretch her leg muscles and asked, "Why aren't Sister Yiran at Paramount today?"
It was time to leave.
"It's my turn to take a day off today."
She got up and closed the door.
"It's time for me to go, Sister Yiran," Hua Ting quickly got out of bed.
As long as the swing of her left arm was reduced as much as possible, the wound would not hurt so much.
"Otherwise, my mother will be worried."
"Let's take a rest."
Zhao Yiran paused as he picked up the teapot on the table, "By the way, the car outside the door is waiting for you, right?"
"Che" she thought of Lu Jinnian, "Oh yes, I have to leave quickly."
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Zhao Yiran saw her pace quicken, so he pulled a windbreaker hanging upside down on the chair, opened it and draped it over her shoulders.
"It will be windy at night, please keep warm."
A pair of smiling eyes were as warm as water.
"Thanks" Hua Ting wrapped her coat tightly with one hand and looked back at her before leaving.
Zhao Yiran's gentle smile and even the subtle lines at the corners of his eyes are full of the mellow charm given by time.
She was approachable and considerate, and the gentle warmth that spread from her brows and eyes enveloped Hua Ting's entire chest.
Bai Qihong didn't return home all night.
The next day's Shanghai Daily was all about the burning of Bai Qihong's opium warehouse and Yanzi Pavilion.
It occupied the headlines of every page of the newspaper.
Several large bold characters were prominently displayed.
Shanghai's number one tycoon's opium den was destroyed by an unknown hero.
Hua Ting also read the contents of the newspaper over and over again with great interest.
Chen Shu's tall figure under the moonlight and his handsome face under the brim kept popping up in her mind; leaving aside Chen Shu's status in the dark faction of the Dragon Gang.
After all, what he did does indeed deserve the title of the unsung hero of Shanghai.
Looking at the whole of Shanghai, who has the courage to touch Bai Qihong’s thoughts?
The news about Bai Qihong occupied the front page of Shanghai Daily for a full week.
During this week, Bai Qihong was almost dizzy with work and rarely went home to spend the night; he watched Mrs.
Bai lose weight day by day.
With such a face and a small body that has lost a full 8 kilograms, Hua Ting wanted to ask her why?
Mrs.
Bai, the "Mrs.", is good at her job.
Although she doesn't understand Bai Qihong's business, she can always share his joys and sorrows with him.
Hua Ting is just the opposite.
Although she has been seriously injured these days, she looks radiant.
Naturally, her marriage with Jian Yi was deliberately sabotaged by her client and ended without any problem.
Bai Qihong has no time to care about it now.
At the time of their marriage, they were busy taking remedial measures for their warehouses and opium dens.
In fact, burning the opium warehouse was just a temporary solution, not the root cause.
They all knew that Bai Qihong would one day make a comeback; for example, when he burned the warehouse at Shiliupu Wharf, Bai Qihong destroyed the warehouse in just one month.
The renovation and rectification did not affect the previous operations at all.
For him, the loss was only a batch of goods and a sum of money.
The amount lost this time was 10 times that of that time, but with Bai Qihong's ability , it is only a matter of time before the opium dens are reopened.
I understand these flowers, but they are really satisfying at the moment.
Because this incident was so big that it alarmed the entire Shanghai government, Jian Maosheng appeared more and more often at the Bai Mansion, but he failed every time.
Hua Ting kindly reminded him that given the current situation, he should go to the dock to meet him.
Bai Qihong's chances are higher, and coming to Bai Mansion is useless.
Jian Maosheng looked very embarrassed, so he walked away in a hurry, leaving Jian looking at her in the hall of Bai Mansion with a half-smile on his face.
"How do you feel, Sister Hua?"
Hua Ting turned around to pour water, and Jian Yi followed her around blindly.
"It's okay."
In fact, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.
"You don't want to marry me so much?"
Jian Yi stood in front of her, blocking her way.
Suddenly intercepted by him, Hua Ting stopped in time and almost got burned.
In fact, her left hand is more flexible, but she is not left-handed.
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She just habitually uses her left hand for small daily tasks such as serving tea and pouring water.
However, the injury to her left arm has not healed, so her movements are inevitably weird these days.
It's just that Mrs.
Bai is secretly feeling sad and has no time.
Never mind her, Jian Yi seemed to have some clues about this action of pouring water.
He put his hand on Hua Ting's left shoulder, seemingly casually, but actually he put a little more force on it, "What have you been doing these days, sister Hua?"
Hua Ting's heart tightened and she suddenly felt a little pain, "Sleep at home."
A slight frown could not escape Jian Yi's eyes.
"Sister Hua, tell me, when should we choose the best date for our next engagement?"
Jian Yi tightened her grip, and the smile on the other person's face solidified as he expected.
"Let go of your hand."
The pain caused her right hand holding the cup to tremble slightly.
"What's wrong, Sister Hua?"
Jian Yi had a smile on her face.
The area covered by his palm was exactly where Hua Ting was shot, and he was still squeezing it in, causing her to break into a cold sweat.
"Let go of your hands."
Hua Ting's voice trembled violently, but her words were strong, with inexplicable anger coming out from between her teeth.
She only wore a thin velvet jacket over her lace blouse.
It was impossible for Jian Yi's hand on her shoulder not to notice the raised bandage texture inside.
Not only did he refuse to let go, but he also increased his strength.
It's clear that it was intentional.
"What's wrong?"
Jian Yi saw that she was almost unable to hold herself together.
Her lips were obviously bloodless, her face was blue, and there were a few traces of sweat on her forehead, but her expression was as casual as if she were taking a leisurely stroll in the garden.
He suddenly Thinking it was funny, he took the celadon teacup in her hand, and before withdrawing his right hand, he lovingly rubbed the thick hair hanging down on his shoulders, and laughed in a low voice, "Sister Hua, don't be nervous."
Jian Yi let go of her hand and the pain was relieved.
Hua Ting breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously covered the wound.
It suddenly occurred to her that she had forgotten to go to Zhao Yiran to change the dressing in the past few days.
Jian Yi put the cup on the coffee table in the living room, and then walked over from the other end of the sofa with her coat and her long legs with a smile on her face and a gentle smile.
"Let's go," she raised her hand and raised her right arm.
Wan, "Take you somewhere."
Hua Ting frowned helplessly, "I don't want to go anywhere."
Jian Yi turned around and looked into her sight with crooked smiling eyes, "Don't worry, I won't betray you."
The strong face was given a vague color by the warm lights in the hall, and every facial muscle was full of...
A soft smile.
"Not going."
Jian Yi ignored her at all and hooked her right arm tightly.
How could Hua Ting resist his strength, and was led all the way out of the hall door by him.
"Where are you going to take me?"
Hua Ting was furious.
If her left arm couldn't move, how could she be at his mercy?
"Change the dressing."
"Well" She subconsciously looked down and saw that part of the clothing on her left shoulder had already been soaked with blood.
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