"Open it, but I can save up money to open a shop on my own. Also, Brother Kuang said he left the bonus with you, right? I’ll give you thirty-five hundred, and that will count as me having repaid your five thousand yuan. I’ll go get the money now..."
"You sit down and stay put!" Meng Xinian barked sternly.
Chiang Xiao had never heard him yell at her so fiercely before.
She paused, her movement to rise freezing in place.
Meng Xinian’s grip on the armrest tightened as he glared at her with a somewhat ferocious look, "Chiang Xiao, tell me honestly, what the hell is wrong with your brain?"
Your brain is the one with a problem! Chiang Xiao took a deep breath, trying to have a reasonable conversation with him.
"Brother Xinian, let’s be rational. Do you really think I could just take such a large sum of your money without any reason?"
"Why not? I’ve said it before, I have no place to spend my money, my money is your money. If you need to use money, why can’t you take it?"
He truly didn’t understand.
Chiang Xiao sighed, "But, what if you got a wife someday, and you were going to get married? She wouldn’t be happy knowing you did this. Even if we explained to her clearly that our relationship is only one of name, just collaboration, just acting, she wouldn’t listen..."
Meng Xinian punched the armrest of the chair fiercely.
A snapping sound was heard.
The solid wood armrest broke off, broke off, broke off.
A sharp splinter from the broken wood pierced into the back of his hand, and blood gushed out instantly.
Chiang Xiao gasped, rushing over and grabbing his hand, "Have you lost your mind, Meng Xinian?!"
"I think I have too!" The rage and frustration Meng Xinian had been bottling up came surging out, but seeing Chiang Xiao’s face, still showing signs of youth, he felt at a loss.
He didn’t know what had come over him.
He didn’t know what to do with her.
His mind was a tangled mess, never before had he felt so out of control and clueless about what to do.
"I’ll go downstairs to get the first aid kit. You stay here and don’t move, you hear me!" Chiang Xiao gritted her teeth and glared at him before running out like the wind.
Meng Xinian sat there without moving, his head bowed, his gaze vacant.
Soon after, Chiang Xiao ran back in like a whirlwind, holding a first aid kit.
The broken splinter was still embedded in the back of his hand, with blood flowing freely.
Meng Xinian sat there, dispirited and bewildered, motionless, almost as if he didn’t feel the pain and let the blood continue to flow.
Looking at this scene, Chiang Xiao’s heart seemed to take a hit and softened completely.
He must really be frantic, otherwise, why would he forget to control his strength and smash the armrest of the solid wood chair with one punch?
"How do I pull this out?"
She crouched in front of him, holding his hand, clueless about what to do. With such a large splinter, she had no idea how to proceed.
Hearing her words, Meng Xinian came back to his senses, glanced at it, casually reached out, grabbed it, and pulled it out with a jerk.
The blood gushed out all at once.
Chiang Xiao almost screamed.
"Disinfect it, apply medicine, bandage it, that’s it," Meng Xinian said with a hoarse voice.
Chiang Xiao’s hands trembled as she followed his instructions step by step. She had seen him treat Chu Liang’s wounds before, so she knew how to do it.