Seventy-Four: Love Buried by Time (Seventy-Four)

Yu Zeyao returned to the room, took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He felt much less drunk. He took a dumbbell to do some exercises before going to bed.

The phone rang suddenly at this moment.

It was his private number.

Yu Zeyao took a look and saw the word "Wen" on it. He took the phone and heard Wen Yanzhi say: "Are you going to let Yu Wenhua go like this? You can tolerate it, but I can't!"

Yu Zeyao put the dumbbell aside, and a deep thought flashed across his eyes, "You seem to care about Jingrong."

Wen Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I made him like this. Besides... he is only an 18-year-old boy. What Yu Wenhua did was worse than a beast."

"How do you want to deal with Yu Wenhua? Go to his house and kill him, or sell him to the black market, or go to court?"

Wen Yanzhi didn't say anything.

Yu Zeyao continued, "You know very well what kind of relationship Yu Wenhua has with the Chief Justice. Moreover, Yu Wenhua has too many handles on people. If he is really dealt with, the whole political arena will be turned upside down. At that time, the people will be in turmoil and the consequences will be disastrous."

"Are we going to let him get away with it?"

"We can't touch him, but that doesn't mean we can't let them lose their composure."

"Do you have a plan?"

Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, looking at the glimmer of light coming out of the next room. After a while, he said, "When Jingrong's condition gets better, ask Jingrong if his father really told him anything--"

He paused for a moment, and a sharp look flashed in his eyes, "If so, find a way to get him to give it to you."

"If Jingrong knows, Jingyu must also know--the fact that you were so special to Jingyu at that time must have something to do with this key."

Yu Zeyao didn't explain to Wen Yanzhi, but only said, "I will ask Jingyu. But it's not the right time yet."

It's far from that time between them.

She was getting closer to him step by step, and he didn't want to get involved in some unbearable things at this time, so as to make her stay away.

"Old Yu, if you want to overthrow Yu Wenhua,

then I must remind you——"

"Hmm?"

"You can't let go of Mo Huan." Wen Yanzhi said: "You know the strength of the Mo family better than anyone else. Yu Wenhua has always wanted to replace you. If he drags you to the Mo family, we will lose."

When mentioning this, Yu Zeyao's expression became gloomy.

He didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he just asked, "How is Jingrong today?"

When he mentioned him, Wen Yanzhi's mood became much lower. "He is still as negative as before. The surgery will start in the next two days."

Yu Zeyao nodded, "I will arrange for Jingyu to accompany him in the next two days. You should be careful when you talk. I don't want her to know the truth."

"Jingrong will have to lie in bed for at least a month. Besides, he will also need to use a wheelchair later. It won't be a few months before he can stand up. Jingyu is a doctor. It's probably impossible for you to hide it from her."

"So, I have an idea." Yu Zeyao pondered for a moment, "When the situation gets better, you take Jingrong back to your place."

"My place?" Wen Yanzhi was stunned.

"I will arrange for the best orthopedic surgeon to go with him. Living under your nose and having your people protect him is much safer than being in the hospital. I am very relieved. Besides, no matter how bold Yu Wenhua is, he dare not go to your place and act recklessly."

Yu Zeyao said this and waited quietly. Without hearing Wen Yanzhi's answer, he raised his eyebrows, "If you think it's troublesome to take care of him, then forget it - I can arrange for him to go..."

"I don't think it's troublesome." Wen Yanzhi had already cut off Yu Zeyao's words.

Yu Zeyao chuckled inaudibly, "I remember that you used to be so afraid of trouble that you didn't even bring your sister to your home."

"After all, he got into this because of me. If I still think he's troublesome, am I still a human being?"

"I didn't realize before that you are such a warm-hearted and responsible person." Yu Zeyao chuckled inaudibly, "Look at me with new eyes."

"Stop mocking me!"

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Wen Yanzhi was in the living room of the suite. After hanging up Yu Zeyao's phone, he looked at the dark night outside the window, and then pushed open the door of the ward and went in.

Inside, Jingrong hadn't slept yet.

The nurse was standing by the bed, and he was lying on the bed, his hands were shaking hard, trying to move the basin placed by the bed. However, the pain made his face veins exposed, and his teeth were almost bleeding, but his hands did not move half an inch.

Wen Yanzhi's heart tightened, and he walked over and angrily scolded the nurse with a stern face: "I asked you to serve him, not to come and see him. If you can't even do this, get out!"

The nurse was extremely aggrieved by this yell, "Mr. Wen, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's that Master Jing is determined to do it himself."

Wen Yanzhi's eyebrows jumped. He looked at the boy lying on the bed with a heavy look.

Jing Rong fell back dejectedly, breathing heavily on the pillow. His face was flushed.

After a while, his breathing became smooth, and he looked at Wen Yanzhi, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Give me the towel." Wen Yanzhi didn't reply to Jing Rong's words, but only said to the nurse.

The nurse hurriedly handed him the towel. He wet the towel in the basin. Jing Rong saw what he wanted to do and turned his face away, "I don't want you to do it."

"Don't make trouble for no reason. There are only a few people who can let me serve you like this, so you can just laugh at the advantage!"

Wen Yanzhi said, grabbing his chin and turning his face away. The young man's eyes were full of pain and deep self-loathing, "Am I going to be a loser who can't even wash my face from now on?"

That look made Wen Yanzhi's chest suffocate.

It felt like someone had stabbed him hard several times with a needle. The pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe for a moment.

His hands were frozen in mid-air and did not move for a long time.

After a while, he seemed to calm down and wiped the young man's face with a hot towel. He had never served anyone like this before, so his movements were extremely clumsy. Jingrong bit his lip and turned away sadly, not wanting others to see his vulnerability.

After wiping his face, Wen Yanzhi threw the towel into the basin, looked at his side face, and whispered: "You really want to turn yourself into a waste, and I will not allow you to become a waste. To put it bluntly... "

He paused for a moment, his voice hoarse, "If you really can't even wash your face in the future, I will wash it for you - just like today. So, don't give up on yourself!"

Wen Yanzhi's words shook Jing Rong's heart slightly.

He slowly turned around and looked at Wen Yanzhi with a strange look. Wen Yanzhi felt very uncomfortable when he looked at him, and his face dropped deliberately, "What are you looking at? Haven't you seen anything good?"