Chapter 23: The Third Encounter (I)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Mu Jinchen was sitting in the backseat of the car with his eyes closed as he tried to rest. His body then jolted forward and collided with the back of the front seat. He wrinkled his brows annoyingly. “Qidong, what happened?” 

“Young Master, I think we hit someone.” Qidong was quite taken aback. He had been driving Young Master for ten years and had yet to encounter an accident; he was proud of his impeccable driving skills. This accident was a first, even though that person just appeared out of nowhere.

He hurriedly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car to check.

Mu Jinchen wound down his window. As he contemplated whether he should personally attend to the matter, he heard Qidong exclaim, “Miss Wushuang, is that you?”

He had not known who Jing Wushuang was prior to today. Although he was not formally introduced, how could he not know her name based on his position as an observer to what had happened?

Wu Shuang did not know who Qidong was but it was too painful for her to speak anyway. She could not tell if the pain was from her arms or from her foot. Either way, it felt agonizing. She reaped what she sowed for doing something so stupid.

Who knew being playful could cause so much damage.

Mu Jinchen’s brows furrowed all the more when he heard her name.

He got out of the car and stood a few steps away. He looked at the girl clad in the khaki coat through the dim yellow glow of the street lights and wondered if she was in pain or in shock. Her eyes and face were red. She was sitting on the rain-drenched ground in such a pitiful state. 

His brows wrinkled tighter and deeper. He strode up to Wushuang in just a few steps. “What’s wrong?”

Wushuang forgot her pain as soon as she heard this voice. This voice; so peculiar, resounding, magnetic, and unforgettable. 

She raised her gaze toward the source of the voice. The man was wearing a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone. His tall and slender body looked very domineering in the chilly spring night.

Wushuang could not get the words out of her mouth and only choked; it made her look even more pathetic.

Qidong has already dislodged her impaled heel from the crevice. Regaining her senses, the pain came rushing back. She let out a whimper and took a deep breath of the chilly air.

“Young Master, Miss Wushuang might’ve sprained her ankle. I suggest we take her to the hospital,” offered Qidong as he prepared to support Wushuang off the ground. He had noticed that her foot was all twisted the wrong way when dislodging her shoe. The injury was quite major. 

Wushuang was in such pain that she broke out in cold sweat and simply nodded. She did not try to put on a facade as she took Qidong’s hand and tried to stand.

However, her arms seemed to be hurt as well. She lost her balance and was about to fall back to the ground. Mu Jinchen had sharp eyes and fast reflexes; he caught and supported her by her shoulders. 

Strong, masculine breath with a hint of tobacco fanned her face. Wushuang’s stomach churned involuntarily. The man’s deep and thick voice was right by her ear, as though almost touching her cochlea. She could even feel the frequency of his breathing. “Miss Jing, I don’t mean to offend.”

After dropping such a statement, he lifted Wushuang’s entire body up and walked toward the car.

It was such an unpredictable action that Wushuang was paralyzed, baffled on how to react. She did not expect him to hug her so suddenly.

Qidong was equally stupefied. Young Master was not the sympathetic type. Qidong was the one who would deal with situations like this. Young Master generally did not care.

Moreover, the other party was a woman. How long had it been since Young Master was this physically close to a woman?