Author: Qi Chu Jiu

When Jiang Xia looked in the mirror, anxiety took over her appearance. She picked up a strand of hair with one finger and moved it to the left. It didn't look good. He turned around and leaned to the right. It didn't look good.

An Ning, who was holding the mirror, suddenly removed the mirror.

"Don't worry about your hairstyle, you are worse than a newborn calf now."

Jiang Xia stopped moving her hands, gave up rescuing, and leaned on the bed helplessly.

An Ning, who was next to him, put the mirror on the table, pulled a chair over, and asked seriously: "Your injury - can it be treated openly or does it need to be treated covertly?"

Jiang Xia was made to laugh by An Ning's cautious words, but as soon as the corner of her mouth moved, it affected the wound on her face.

“Hiss—are you trying to say dirty things?”

"Why, doesn't it look like it?"

Jiang Xia still wanted to laugh, but the pain on his face made his smile freeze.

"Like! I'm all traumatized, not serious. I can just take some medicine and recover in two days. It's just that--I need a place?"

The meaning in Jiang Xia's eyes was very clear, and An Ning naturally understood it.

"Why are you so cautious? It's not like your Mr. Jiang's style at all."

An Ning stood up, threw a key to Jiang Xia, and turned around gracefully.

"Take good care of your home. If you have any shortcomings, you will have to pay for it."

Jiang Xia, who was on the bed, caught the key in the air with one hand. She wanted to give Mr. Jiang a smile as usual, but it hurt her face again.

"It's not over——"

Jiang Xia leaned on the bedside and tapped his face with a finger. He grimaced in pain, but his eyes were happy. He took out something from the hidden pocket on his inner thigh with his other hand and held it in his hand.

Here, giggle.

"This is the medicine prepared by Master Tang. Do you need help?"

An Ning walked in with a plate on which were three small porcelain medicine bottles in a retro style.

"You're--I'm going out, I'm going out."

An Ning put down the plate and turned around to leave, leaving Jiang Xia behind with a hand in an indecent position without even a chance to explain.

"I--where is this all going?"

Jiang Xia took out his hand from under the quilt and put the contents in his hand back into his inner pocket. Enduring the pain in his body, he took the plate left by An Ning.

"Jiang Xia, do you need water?"

"Drink - or use it however you want. No matter what, you must pay attention to hygiene."

An Ning's words came clearly from outside the window, and Jiang Xia, who didn't want to explain too much, couldn't hold it back.

"An Ning, I'm telling you formally that I haven't done anything, so don't think too much."

An Ning outside the door kicked one foot against the wall, leaned his back against the wall, and hugged his shoulders in a leisurely manner without any embarrassment.

"Oh——-ok, don't worry, I understand."

"You don't understand!"

Jiang Xia screamed, which made An Ning outside the door smile even more happily. She said deliberately: "Okay, I understand the embarrassment of a grown man. I'm leaving, and I'm leaving now."

An Ning left suddenly, but the smile in her words made Jiang Xia in the room understand that she was joking.

Jiang Xia in the room smiled bitterly. How familiar are the two of them that they can make jokes between brothers?

"Brother--grandma is a jerk."

Jiang Xia held the medicine bottle and followed the handwritten instructions on it. After cleaning it, she applied some medicine to herself.

After he finished going to the place he could reach, he sat shirtless on the bed, holding a mirror and looking at his back.

"I'll do it."

Peace is back.

When she came back, she found a pair of surgical gloves from nowhere.

An Ning didn't say much, and put medicine on Jiang Xia's back with gloves.

As Jiang Xia said, he had all external injuries, but the bruises and scratches looked shocking.

"Relax."

"You can't relax after taking medicine."

What Jiang Xia said was a test, but also true.

"That's right, there are differences between men and women, and the awkwardness is real."

It's a pity that An Ning said more frankly than him: "It's okay. In the face of life and death, you don't need to worry about that kind of thing."

"alright."

An Ning stopped her hand, took off her gloves, and watched Jiang Xia put on her coat awkwardly, so she couldn't help but stepped forward to help him.

After everything was settled, An Ning sat across from Jiang Xia and asked, "Tell me, what's going on?"

"I discovered that something will happen to you whenever you go out, and you will bump into me every time you go out. I think you should read the almanac next time you go out. When Feng Shui is a very evil thing, it's better to believe in it."

The throbbing and tension caused by An Ning's medicine gradually made Jiang Xia relax as she spoke.

"I'll ask you to figure it out for me next time."

"Okay, I won't charge you any money."

The two people sat opposite each other, and Jiang Xia didn't hide what he had done.

It turns out that he is not in the country, but abroad.

An Ning probably understood that what Jiang Xia was doing now was essentially the same as An Guoming's running back and forth between the north and the south.

It's just that Jiang Xia's steps are bigger and bolder, and the risks that come with it are bigger.

"Jiang Xia, do you need money?"

"It's not just money, but also some things needed by the higher-ups. Although I won't take the political path, it's always good to have someone to help me. I'm paving the way for myself."

Jiang Xia didn't hide anything. He certainly made a lot of money when he went abroad to make money, but some things were indeed needed, and someone outside the system needed to find a way to bring them back. He was that person.

An Ning didn't think what Jiang Xia did was wrong. It wasn't him who did it, there would be others, but she didn't quite understand why.

"Can I know why? You said yourself that you are not short of money. Money is never enough. What level do you need to reach? Can I help?"

Jiang Xia shook his head. He didn't want to contaminate An Ning's clean resume with anything. Strictly speaking, there was no legal sanction for what he did, but he was indeed taking advantage of loopholes.

"If I need help, I will definitely come to you, just like today."

"As for why I want to make money - you know my biological father Jiang Dongcheng, my purpose is to make him have nothing."

After Jiang Xia finished speaking, there was hidden fear in her eyes. She was afraid that An Ning would know her dark side, and she was afraid of seeing her disgusted eyes.

But An Ning's pupils were still so clean, with nothing in them. She just asked simply: "You need me——"

An Ning wiped his neck with a knife, making Jiang Xia's fear disappear without a trace.

"An Ning, do you know how cute you are!"

"Cute, me?"

An Ning stepped forward and touched Jiang Xia's forehead suspiciously: Are you sure that the person who just prepared to help you assassinate is cute?"

An Ning's question was affirmed by Jiang Xia. The two looked at each other and smiled, and An Ning's expression became serious again.

"Jiang Xia, I'm serious. If you need me, I can be the one to do it without you noticing, as long as you want."
Chapter completed!