Bai Xiao saw An Zhiyuan and waved her hand in a naive manner, "An... An..."
An Zhiyuan’s gaze fell on the large hand that Jiang Shaoqing had around Bai Xiao’s waist, and his eyes darkened.
He took two steps to Bai Xiao’s side, his large hand scooping her up from Jiang Shaoqing’s embrace, "How did you end up this drunk?"
Although his tone was reproachful, it still carried an indescribable doting.
Bai Xiao leaned in An Zhiyuan’s embrace, rubbing her head against his chin as if she had found the most comfortable spot, and closed her eyes to sleep.
An Zhiyuan smiled indulgently.
This woman.
Perhaps hearing his laughter, Bai Xiao slowly opened her eyes, but before she could see clearly, she closed them again. Her cheeks rubbed against the arm wrapped around her neck; it felt comfortable.
"Let’s go upstairs! When did you get here?" An Zhiyuan, holding Bai Xiao, walked up and asked Jiang Shaoqing.
Jiang Shaoqing looked at his now empty hand, a sour feeling welling up inside him, a sourness named jealousy.
She looked at him with a smile, standing against the wind, her lips curving into a smile, her gaze as gentle as water. She was just in his arms, but she’s that man’s wife! The wife of his good friend.
He laughed mockingly, "Just arrived. I had intended to come up, but then I saw Doctor Bai sitting on the stairs burping from alcohol."
An Zhiyuan kicked the door with his foot; he hadn’t shut it when he went downstairs, and from the upstairs window, he saw Bai Xiao get off her bike and walk inside, but he realized something was wrong when he didn’t see her come in, so he went out and witnessed the scene just now.
"Have a seat, I’ll come out as soon as I get her settled." He carried her straight to the bedroom, placed her on the bed, took off her shoes, and covered her with a thin blanket. Bai Xiao turned over and continued to sleep.
An Zhiyuan’s eyes watched Bai Xiao for a while with a somber expression before he closed the door and came out.
Jiang Shaoqing sat on the couch, seemingly lost in thought, his gaze fixated on his hands resting on his knees.
Hearing the footsteps, he naturally lifted his head, his gaze moving past An Zhiyuan’s shoulder to the tightly closed door behind him.
"Why did you come?" An Zhiyuan started pouring him a cup of tea while fishing out a cigarette.
The light tea calmed his restless heart. Jiang Shaoqing, with a smile, replied, "Who else but your Doctor Bai could make me go to such lengths?"
"Hasn’t it ended?" An Zhiyuan wouldn’t forget who Shao Ming belonged to; Bai Xiao had already told him, Shao Ming was Jiang Shaoqing’s man.
At the time, he had felt a bit uncomfortable that when his woman faced danger, the one to lend a hand wasn’t him. The result of his reflection was that he made it a point to go home right on time recently, to make up for his mistake, especially when he thought of Bai Xiao being kidnapped by Bai Mei, An Zhiyuan felt like going mad.
"Yes, I only found out after I arrived. Your wife is a talisman. She always manages to turn bad luck into good. It seems if I run into any trouble in the future, I could just bring your wife over, pray to her, and probably turn a disaster into a blessing." Jiang Shaoqing stood up.
"Since it’s over, I’ll be leaving. Shao Ming asked me to tell you that Bai Mei has hidden somewhere else, and they haven’t found her yet. Once they do, they’ll bring her to you; that’s what Shao Ming owes Bai Xiao. Also, discuss with your wife about the few billion just sitting at home, which might as well be in the bank. Why not invest it in my company?"
An Zhiyuan watched Jiang Shaoqing’s retreating figure until the front door closed with a bang.