Chiang Xiao could imagine with every strand of her hair that Chiang Baoguo’s sudden show of fraternal affection and his concern for his ailing father, not wanting him to keep watch at night, was merely because staying at the town hospital overnight created opportunities for clandestine meetings with Ding Meifen.
And the two must have been getting along quite passionately these past days, otherwise why would Chiang Baoguo seem like he was in heat at any moment?
At that time, she had avoided him and had not let Chiang Baoguo notice her.
She wouldn’t destroy Chiang Baoguo’s "good time." Let them get as hot and heavy as they could. If they dared to provoke her again, she would drop a bomb on Old Chiang Family.
With Chiang Baoguo out meeting Ding Meifen, it was certain he wouldn’t return too soon.
Chiang Xiao quietly approached the hospital room where Chiang Baohe was staying, gently pushed the door, and sure enough, it was unlocked.
She pushed open the door and quickly slipped inside.
In the room, although the windows were shut, the curtains weren’t drawn, allowing the moonlight to spill through the glass, casting a dismal glimmer over the otherwise stark and clean hospital room.
Chiang Baohe was lying in the bed.
The town hospital didn’t have many patients, and while fetching water, she had overheard that ever since Chiang Baohe had been admitted, he was always in a foul mood. The patient who used to share his room got scared and had insisted on moving to another room.
So now he was alone in the room.
He lay on the bed, snoring loudly.
Chiang Xiao frowned, utterly detesting Chiang Baohe, and truly wished she could smother him with a pillow.
But if Chiang Baohe died just like that, she felt it would be letting him off too easily, as well as letting Ho Laidi off the hook. Chiang Baohe should remain a burden that Chiang Songtao and Ho Laidi couldn’t shake off!
She took out the beautiful drawing from her Space and opened the door to paste the painting on the outside railing.
Then she approached Chiang Baohe’s bedside, tickled his nose with a corner of the blanket, and changing her voice, she gloomily and softly elongated her words, "Chiang Baohe, wake up. Chiang Baohe, aren’t you looking for vengeance against me? It was I who smashed your foot..."
Chiang Baohe woke up suddenly, sitting up with a start and looking around.
"Who’s there! Who is it? Is that you? You wretched woman!"
At the moment of his awakening, Chiang Xiao had already swiftly ducked back into her Space.
Ge Baohe didn’t catch sight of her.
But he quickly saw the opened door and the pale moonlight in the corridor outside.
A cold sweat broke out on Chiang Baohe’s back as he widened his eyes.
He saw that woman again! That witch-like woman!
She was in the same angle, wearing the same clothes, squatting there—the little mouth brightly red, the skin snowy white!
"Fine! You dare to show up again, you wretched woman! This time I won’t let you off! I’ll press you down beneath me and finish you, finish you, make you cry and beg for mercy!"
At times , Chiang Baohe’s mind was still preoccupied with how to bed a woman.
He didn’t care whether this woman was responsible for injuring his foot.
He didn’t bother with all that for the moment, his sole thought was to catch the woman and drag her into his room, so he immediately threw the blanket aside and lunged toward the doorway.
Just then, Chiang Xiao stuck out her leg.
Chiang Baoguo, already limping from his injured foot, was tripped by her, losing his balance completely and plunging forward.
He fell face down heavily to the ground, his nose breaking on impact.
He immediately began to howl.
Chiang Xiao stepped out, snatched back the painting, and then moved behind him to stomp hard on his injured ankle.
With a snap! Chiang Baoguo screamed miserably, and when he turned around, there was no one there.