Yu Zeyao returned to the room, took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He felt much less drunk. He took out the dumbbells and did some exercises before going to bed.
The cell phone suddenly rang at this moment.
It's 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, a thoughtful look flashed across his eyes, "You seem to care about Jingrong a lot."
Wen Yanzhi was stunned for a moment, then said: "I am the one who made him like this. Besides... he is only an 18-year-old boy. What Yu Wenhua did was worse than that of an animal."
"How do you want to deal with Yu Wenhua? Go to his house and kill him, or sell him to the black market, or take him to court?"
Wen Yanzhi didn't say anything over there.
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 too many people. If you really want to get rid of him, it will affect the entire political arena. By then, the people will be in turmoil and the consequences will be disastrous."
"Could it be possible that he could continue to get away with it?"
"We can't touch him, but that doesn't mean we can't make them lose their composure."
"You have a plan?"
Yu Zeyao sat on the sofa, looking at the faint 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—"
At this point, he paused for a moment, a sharp look flashed across his eyes, "If he has it, find a way to get him to give it to you."
"If Jingrong knew, Jingyu would also know - the reason why you were so special to Jingyu at that time must have something to do with this key."
Yu Zeyao did not explain to Wen Yanzhi, but just said: "I will ask Jingyu. But now is not the time."
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 embarrassing things at this time and make her stay away.
"Old Yu, if you want to bring down Yu Wenhua, I must remind you—"
"Um?"
"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 definitely lose."
Speaking of this, Yu Zeyao's expression became gloomy.
He didn't speak for a long time. Finally, he just asked, "How is Jingrong today?"
When talking about him, Wen Yanzhi's mood became much lower. "He is still as negative as ever. 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. Be careful with your words. I don't want her to know the truth."
"Jingrong will have to stay in bed for at least a month. Moreover, he will need to use a wheelchair later. It won't be possible for him to stand up in a few months. Jingyu is a doctor. It's impossible for you to hide this from her."
"So, I have an idea." Yu Zeyao pondered for a moment, "When the situation gets better, 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 watch and with your people protecting him, he will be much safer than being in the hospital. I feel relieved. Besides, no matter how bold Yu Wenhua is, he won't dare to go to your place and act recklessly."
Yu Zeyao said this and waited for a while. When he didn't hear Wen Yanzhi's answer, he raised his eyebrows and said, "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 interrupted Yu Zeyao.
Yu Zeyao chuckled inaudibly, "I remember that you used to be so afraid of trouble that you didn't even bring your sister home."
"After all, it was because of me that he ended up like this. 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 laughed softly, "I am impressed by you."
"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 glanced at the dark night outside the window before pushing open the door of the ward and going in.
Inside, Jingrong was still awake.
The nurse was standing beside the bed, while he lay on the bed, his hands shaking as he tried to move towards the basin beside the bed. However, the veins on his face were exposed due to the pain, and his teeth were almost bleeding from biting, but he didn't move his hands even half an inch.
Wen Yanzhi's heart tightened, 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 yelling, "Mr. Wen, it's not that I don't want to do it, it's that Young Master Jing is determined to do it himself."
Wen Yanzhi's eyebrows jumped, and he looked at the boy lying on the bed.
Jing Rong fell back dejectedly, breathing heavily on the pillow, his face 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 did not respond to Jing Rong, but only spoke to the nurse.
The nurse hurriedly handed him a 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 look for trouble. There are only a few people who can let me serve you like this. You can just laugh at the advantage you got!"
Wen Yanzhi said as he grabbed his chin and turned his face over. The boy's eyes were full of pain and deep self-loathing, "Am I going to be a loser who can't even wash my own face?"
That look made Wen Yanzhi's chest tighten.
It felt like someone had pricked him several times with a needle, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't breathe for a moment.
His hand froze in mid-air, without moving for a long time.
After a while, he seemed to have recovered from his emotions and wiped the boy's face with a hot towel. He had never served anyone like this before, so his movements were extremely clumsy. Jing Rong 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 profile, and whispered: "Even if you really want to make yourself a waste, I will not allow you to become a waste. Even if we take a step back..."
He paused for a moment, his voice hoarse, "If you really can't even wash your face by yourself in the future, I will wash it for you - just like today. So, don't give up on yourself!"
Wen Yanzhi's words made Jing Rong's heart slightly shaken.
He slowly turned his head and looked at Wen Yanzhi with a strange look. Wen Yanzhi felt very uncomfortable being looked at by him, and deliberately frowned, "What are you looking at? Have you never seen anything beautiful?"