Jing Jiaren looked at him angrily. The wound was indeed bleeding, and her attention was instantly diverted: "Is it okay? Is there a doctor here? Go to the hospital now?"
Ximen Longting held her hand: "This is the right attitude."
"Wilson, you know some medical skills, is his injury serious?"
"Don't worry, Miss Jing, the pastry knife... the wound is not deep and there is no danger to your life."
"Do you want to talk too much?" Ximen Longting was displeased, "How dare you confiscate my timer? I'll show you the festering wounds!"
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "I really admire you."
…
Gululu, the soup is bubbling, and the aroma of food spreads...
I put some on a saucepan and tried it, it tasted good.
Jing Jiaren turned off the fire. She was afraid that Ximen Longting's wound would be infected, so she stewed some winter melon soup, which could cool him down and reduce the heat. She also added a little bit of medicinal herbs, which was good for his wound.
Jing Jiaren poured the soup into a large soup bowl and prepared a small bowl.
The servant immediately came up and picked up the tray: "Miss Jing, let me help you."
Jing Jiaren walked in front: "Be careful, don't knock it over."
On the second floor, Jing Jiaren was about to open the door when she heard conversations coming from inside...
I vaguely heard the words Gong Zihua.
Jing Jiaren immediately stretched out her hand to block the servant and put her ear to the door, eavesdropping on the conversation.
"Master, are you going to lock up Mr. Gong?" Wilson asked firmly, "Miss Jing will be very angry if she finds out."
Ximen Longting was lying on the bed with a cold expression: "Who said I was going to lock her up? Are you thinking?"
"this……"
"He has been a celebrity for so many years and has evaded taxes. You should investigate and report it publicly." Ximen Longting thought he could endure it, but his endurance finally broke out today.
This Gong Zihua is so skilled, he definitely has a lot of background.
No matter who he is, let’s get rid of him first...
"Mr. Gong has always behaved himself..."
Wilson was only halfway through his words when he was interrupted by Ximen Longting's angry voice: "I have raised you to eat pig food for so many years?"
"..."
"Selling drugs, firearms, prostitution, anything that can put him in jail is fine. Tax evasion is considered a minor offense," Ximen Longting said coldly, "He didn't do it, and you can't find any evidence."
Forgery?”
Wilson was slightly surprised: "It's not that I don't know how, it's just..."
"Is there a problem?"
"The young master has never been ashamed to do this kind of thing," Wilson said in confusion, "that's why I didn't think of this."
Ximen Longting felt pricked in his ears when he heard this. He grabbed the tea cup next to the bedside table and smashed it on the ground: "It's useless and you want me to teach you how to do things——"
"Master..."
"I don't care what method you use. I only have one request, clean and beautiful, don't let me wipe your butt in the end!"
Wilson leaned forward: "I understand."
Ximen Longting went to great lengths just to clear up the matter and let something happen to Gong Zihua without letting Jing Jiaren know that Ximen Longting did it...
Suddenly, the door was opened, and Jing Jiaren appeared with a sullen face.
"I'm sorry, I've finished listening."
"..."
"Ximen Longting, I have always known that you are very powerful and know how to play tricks on ordinary people... But is it too much for you to use your power to bully others like this?"
Ximen Longting's face changed slightly: "How could I have gone too far? I even hit him on the bed... He was seriously injured. Isn't it too much to give him a lesson?"