The bodyguard brought the computer inside, and Fu Bairan, pale-faced, asked, "Is it possible to fix my hand?"
No one paid attention to her.
Not even a glance was given to her. Fu Bairan was furious, fuming with anger, "Are you all deaf? I asked if my wrist can be fixed!"
A bodyguard replied with a cold voice, "No, the madam didn’t order us to fix your wrist."
Fu Bairan: "...So if she doesn’t say so, my wrist will just stay ?"
Truth be told, she held no grudge against Yuran; even if Yuran was Fu Yuran’s friend, she had no right to imprison her. Bairan would rather go to jail than stay here and endure such treatment.
With an unchanged expression, the bodyguard responded, "Yes."
Fu Bairan was driven to madness by anger, her face contorted with pain into a grotesque and twisted shape, looking hideous. The delicate makeup on her face smeared from the sweat, making her look like a lunatic, truly nauseating to behold.
A bodyguard turned on the computer. Fu Bairan didn’t understand and didn’t ask because she knew that even if she did, no one would answer her. At 10:30 PM, there was a car accident on the expressway in D City. It was breaking news, so it was all live reporting.
When Bairan saw the magnified license plate number in front of the camera, her pupils constricted sharply.
She suddenly remembered what Yuran had said.
Do you think they will let you off? Greedy and insatiable, why should they let you go?
It wasn’t beyond her to guess that this might have been orchestrated by Yuran, but on second thought, it seemed impossible, because Yuran appeared to be an upright person, not someone who would do such shady things. Could it be?
With that thought, Fu Bairan’s face went completely white, drained of all color.
The bodyguards stood aside, none paying attention to her state, nor intending to fix her wrist.
"Oh, I forgot something..." Returning home, Yuran went straight to her room with Bo Yan, and while getting out her nightgown to prepare for a shower, she suddenly remembered something and remarked.
Bo Yan raised an eyebrow, got up from the bed, walked over, and embraced her, "What’s up?"
Yuran’s almost-smiling expression was indeed amusing to him. He didn’t hurry her and let her take her time. Yuran glanced sideways, smiling at him, "Seventh Brother, I had the bodyguard dislocate Fu Bairan’s arm. When I left, I forgot to tell them to fix it for her."
"If you forgot, you forgot; it’s not a big deal."
Yuran widened her eyes and, upon careful thought, agreed. It truly wasn’t a big deal compared to what she had been through; it was practically a walk in the park.
She pushed Bo Yan away and held up her nightgown, "Then I’ll go shower first. Seventh Brother, you tell the bodyguard, fix her up will you? If not, I’ll go tomorrow and twist it again myself; it’s not me who will suffer from this back and forth."
Bo Yan smiled and let her go to take her bath.
As the sound of water came from the bathroom, he picked up his phone and went to the balcony, calling the bodyguards. The one who answered was the same one who had twisted Fu Bairan’s wrist, "Seventh Young Master."
Bo Yan’s tone was cool, "The madam just told me she forgot to instruct you to fix her wrist. Have you done it?"
The bodyguard was somewhat nervous, "No, without the lady’s command, we didn’t dare to move."
"Smart enough, the bonus is doubled."
"Thank you, Seventh Master."
Bo Yan, "Now you can go and set it for her, but don’t do too good a job. It has to be taken apart anyway, so it doesn’t really matter whether you set it or not. Just figure it out."
Grasping the meaning, the bodyguard shuddered inside and hurriedly said, "Yes, Seventh Master, I understand what the lady and you mean."
After hanging up with Bo Yan, Fu Bairan had not yet cleared her head from the news she had just seen. It was said that although Yinchao had a car accident, luckily he got away fast and was only severely injured and in a coma, and did not die on the spot, a fortune within the misfortune.
She really wanted to stand before Yinchao’s hospital bed and mock him, "You thought you got everything you wanted, but in the end aren’t you still too greedy and faced retribution?" While thinking about it, she suddenly burst into laughter, a very hearty laugh.
The bodyguards remained expressionless, except for the one who had just taken the call, who walked up to her and looked down at her from a superior position. Fu Yuran was full of guard, "What do you want to do?"
The bodyguard tousled his hair in anger and said, "What do I want to do? Facing you, what can I do? Tell me, what can I possibly do?"
Fu Bairan was on alert.
The bodyguard couldn’t help but chuckle, "Do you think I’m interested in you? Don’t worry, we know very well what you’re like. I’m just here to set your bone. If you don’t want that, just pretend I never said anything."
Just as the bodyguard was about to turn and leave, thinking she was ungrateful, unexpectedly, she showed flexibility.
Obeying Bo Yan’s instructions, the bodyguard set the bone with too much force. Not only did it bring tears and sweat of pain to Fu Bairan, but the wrist also seemed to hurt a lot. However, she was unaware, thinking it was just a side effect of the dislocation being left too long and didn’t say anything. The pain would mostly pass after a while, she thought.
But what she never expected was that, after this bone-setting, every day thereafter was like hell for her.
It’s just that she didn’t know it yet.
Yuran finished washing up and saw Bo Yan sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard with a laptop on his legs, his fingers moving swiftly over the keyboard, responding to something. She didn’t know what. After applying lotion at the dressing table and drying her hair, she climbed into bed and snuggled up to Bo Yan, looking at the screen and noticing a string of Russian text she wasn’t interested in. She pouted, "So, Big Brother Seven, your Russian isn’t bad either?"
Bo Yan glanced at her and chuckled softly, "I know a little bit."
Yuran, "...I don’t believe you. Remember when you told me you only knew a little bit of Arabic? And then, who coached me on my thesis?"
Bo Yan, "...I really only know a bit of Russian, really."
What Bo Yan didn’t expect was for his face to be slapped so quickly. He was still cajoling his wife when the next second, a call came in. He took the call and began spewing fluent Russian. The pronunciation was impeccable, the voice captivating.
Is this what you call, knowing a little, one or two?
Yuran thought idly, you have to guess the excellence when Bo Yan says he knows a bit or two, otherwise the disparity is a bit large.
After speaking a few words, Bo Yan finally became aware of the deceitful words he had just said to his wife, and by turning his head, he had slapped his own face. This was really...
Yuran looked at him with a smile that was not quite a smile, full of meaning. She slid under the covers and went to bed, lying on her side facing Bo Yan, who chuckled, leaned down, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He continued to discuss whatever important matter with the other party. When he finished the call and looked down, all he saw was a sweetly sleeping face.