How Could He Possibly Like Me?

Chapter 18

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In the noisy nightclub, all the sounds became quieter.

The noisy voices stopped.

The chaotic footsteps felt like they were walking on a sound-absorbing carpet.

The speakers seemed to have been soaked in water and were muted.

And amidst all these extinguished sounds, a regular thumping sound jumped out from under the chest bones, hitting Meng Shuyu's eardrums again and again.

It was not until the waiter came running over with an emergency medicine box and shouted something that Meng Shuyu's ears, which were filled with heartbeats, finally tore open.

Those distant voices came flooding back again like a raging sea.

Meng Shuyu loosened his hand on Zhou Jun's shoulder, quickly climbed up from him, made room for the waiter, walked a few steps away and stood far away.

The waiter was seen unwrapping a bandage and squatting down to stop the bleeding from Zhou Jun's wound.

Zhou Jun was still lazily leaning on the sofa and looking at her, with the silk scarf hanging loosely on his fingertips.

The singing in the nightclub was still going on, and I don't know whose heart was touched by the words "I think I've got a crush you".

It's not like Meng Shuyu hasn't seen chaos in nightclubs before, but there is a difference between watching and experiencing it firsthand. He really had no clue what was going on in the chaos.

Finally, I heard that someone called the police, and the male friend who was traveling with Zhou Jun accompanied Chen Xing and Tang Xuanxuan to the police station to take a statement.

Meng Shuyu could only take care of Zhou Jun. After the waiter gave him emergency treatment, he pulled him out of the nightclub and got into the car left by Chen Xing, intending to go to a nearby hospital.

The back seat of the Panamera was not that spacious. Meng Shuyu opened the passenger door for Zhou Jun and waited for him to sit down before going around to the driver's seat.

Seeing Zhou Jun leaning against the headrest and closing his eyes with a faint look of fatigue on his face, Meng Shuyu asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling very uncomfortable?"

Zhou Jun glanced over with half his eyelids open.

Meng Shuyu thought he would say "How can you feel comfortable after losing so much blood", but he only responded with a hoarse voice "Not bad".

To Meng Shuyu, the word "okay" sounded more uncomfortable than "uncomfortable".

Meng Shuyu pursed his lips, fastened his seat belt without saying a word, and quickly started the car.

Just as he was about to step on the accelerator, he realized there was nothing in front of Zhou Jun.

"Safety..." She stopped talking halfway, unbuckled her own seat belt, leaned over, and pulled the seat belt on Zhou Jun's side with difficulty.

As if sensing her approaching, Zhou Jun lowered his head and took a look.

With this movement, his chin inevitably rubbed lightly across the top of her head.

Meng Shuyu's scalp suddenly felt numb and itchy. He held his breath for a moment, then quickened his movements and pulled.

After fastening his seat belt with a click, Meng Shuyu returned to his original position and slowly exhaled the breath he had just held in a very small amount.

It was already past one in the morning when I accompanied Zhou Jun in the hospital to treat his wounds.

After leaving the hospital, Meng Shuyu received a call from Chen Xing. He heard that they had finished taking the statements. The man with rivets and the man with the jacket admitted to working together to drug the woman - one was pestering and chatting her up, and the other took advantage of her when she was not prepared. However, they insisted that they were just joking and had no further intentions.

The specific results will have to wait for the police's drug inspection report to come out, but since no substantial harm was caused to them, it is estimated that they will most likely be compensated in the end.

After hearing all this nonsense, Meng Shuyu looked at Zhou Jun and felt even more annoyed.

A few days ago, she was still wondering why when it was her turn, there was only a beginning of a hero saving the beauty but no ending of a hero saving the beauty.

Now that the beginning and the end were complete, she regretted it again.

Although the emergency doctor said Zhou Jun's injury was only "very minor", he still had to get stitches and a tetanus shot, and he still had to take medicine, receive care, change dressings, and remove stitches.

All the way from the hospital to Wangjiang Mansion, Meng Shuyu was like a wilted cabbage, not saying a word. It was not until they drove the car to the basement of the community and were about to say goodbye that he could not help but sigh to Zhou Jun.

"If you don't know, you would think I had just been diagnosed with the late stage of the disease." Zhou Jun had his eyes closed all the way, and now he finally opened his eyes and spoke.

Meng Shuyu choked: "I've never suffered such an injury before, so it looks a bit scary..."

Seeing that Zhou Jun didn't respond, she continued to worry about herself: "Your right hand is quite a hindrance, isn't it? How do you feel now? Does it hurt? Does it affect your normal activities?"

"What normal activities."

"Just you go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes or something."

"What are you going to do if I say it affects you?"

"I… "

"Then what are you asking?" Zhou Jun glanced at her and unbuckled his seat belt.

Meng Shuyu quickly got out of the car to open the door for him, explaining: "I mean, if there is any impact, how about asking Assistant Ren to take care of you?"

"It's the middle of the night, aren't you sleeping?"

"Then I can stay awake, but it's really not convenient for me..." Meng Shuyu glanced at him, "If I were a man, I would definitely take care of you 24 hours a day if something like this happened."

Zhou Jun snorted a laugh from his nose and walked towards the elevator.

Meng Shuyu watched his back for a few seconds, then hurriedly followed him and called out, "Zhou Jun."

Zhou Jun stopped and turned around, raising his eyelids: "Forget about saying thank you."

The "thank you" that was about to come out of Meng Shuyu's mouth was blocked.

After thinking about it, these two words were indeed light and seemed to only lighten his burden but were of no use to Zhou Jun.

Saying it is even more insincere than not saying it.

Meng Shuyu frowned: "Who said I came here to say thank you."

"What about that?"

"I'm here to say..." Meng Shuyu thought quickly, put his hands behind his back uncomfortably, looked up at him and said, "Good night."

Zhou Jun raised his eyebrows.

Before he could react, Meng Shuyu had already turned around, hurried back to the car, turned it around and drove away.

The next morning, Meng Shuyu woke up naturally according to his biological clock. He turned over and wanted to take a nap. He saw Chen Xing lying on the pillow next to him, and all the twists and turns of last night came back to his mind like a movie.

Last night Chen Xing got home later than her. After she came back, she was too tired to say a word. She took off her makeup, took a shower and went to bed.

The two haven't exchanged a single word yet.

Thinking of this, Meng Shuyu suddenly felt a little unable to sleep, so he leaned over the bedside table and picked up his cell phone.

Before I could think of what to say, my hand had already opened Zhou Jun's WeChat chat box.

The cursor flickered, and Meng Shuyu stared at the message box. He always felt that he should say a greeting, but he didn't know how to start.

Scrolling up, I saw "Mr. Zhou" and "you" everywhere. The past chat records were all about business.

After so many official messages, nothing felt right. Meng Shuyu typed a few words and deleted them, then put down the phone.

Chen Xing beside her yawned and turned around: "Who are you messaging so early in the morning?"

"No," Meng Shuyu shook his head, "I just checked the time."

"Oh, depending on the time, I need to open Zhou Jun's WeChat dialog box, type a few words and then delete it."

"… "

How can this be called fishing enforcement

Meng Shuyu rolled his eyes speechlessly: "How come you have the same eyesight as him? Did you both graduate from the police academy?"

"Hey?" Chen Xing had an interesting expression on her face. "If you want to praise my good eyesight, just do it. Why do you have to praise Zhou Jun as well?"

"Just get it straight, am I praising you? I'm scolding you."

"It doesn't matter whether it's a compliment or a scolding. What's important is that you can't stop talking about her the moment you open your eyes in the morning." Chen Xing glanced at her, got out of bed and went to the bathroom.

Meng Shuyu also sat up and said to the other side of the bathroom: "I'm still scared about what happened last night, so I thought of him."

"I'm scared too, but I don't think the same as you do. I just want to tear those two idiots' heads off."

"Indeed..." Meng Shuyu finally had the chance to make a conclusion with his sister. He couldn't help but say, "You stupid bastard! You are a scum of the world! You are a scum of the society!"

Chen Xing continued: "May he be struck by lightning! He will die a horrible death!"

The topic veered off topic around Zhou Jun, and the two of them cursed each other for a long time, and their fear was almost gone.

Meng Shuyu took a break and thought about Tang Xuanxuan. He thought that she and Chen Xing were still good friends, but the girl must have been scared the first time she went to a nightclub. He picked up his phone and sent her a message, asking her if she was up and what she was doing.

Tang Xuanxuan replied to the message immediately: qaq I woke up and couldn’t fall asleep again. I was sending a short essay to Mr. Zhou.

Meng Shuyu:

Tang Xuanxuan sent a screenshot, and Meng Shuyu glanced at the green background.

She first showed concern for Zhou Jun's injury, then apologized for the trouble she had caused him last night, and promised to be more careful in the future and go to such places less often.

As expected, shortly after leaving school, the composition's structure was a standard template for a letter of guarantee, with the words filled with the subordinate's desire to survive after causing trouble for his superior.

Meng Shuyu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at the white background again.

It was early in the morning, and Zhou Jun replied within a few minutes: You don’t have to give up your normal entertainment, this matter is not your responsibility.

Meng Shuyu clenched the hand holding the phone gently.

In fact, her position was somewhat similar to Tang Xuanxuan's, except that Tang Xuanxuan had fewer reservations and said these words directly to Zhou Jun, while she wanted to say it but didn't know how to say it.

Although Zhou Jun said this in response to Tang Xuanxuan, Meng Shuyu always felt that he had also received a little comfort.

He didn't say "Don't go out so late in the future" or "Don't wear such revealing clothes."

Instead, it means "This is not your responsibility."

The cell phone vibrated, interrupting Meng Shuyu's thoughts.

Tang Xuanxuan suddenly sent an emoji with a look of being moved and crying: Oh my God, how can Mr. Zhou be so nice!

Meng Shuyu was typing and was about to say "Is it okay?", when the other party replied: Sister Shuyu, do you think Mr. Zhou might be a little...

Meng Shuyu: A little bit

Tang Xuanxuan: I just made a random guess... Don't laugh at me.

Meng Shuyu: You say.

Tang Xuanxuan: What I want to say is, could it be that he likes me a little bit...

"???"

Meng Shuyu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then used both hands to type: How did you come up with this

Tang Xuanxuan: I was just imagining things... Didn't I keep an eye on the people who came to chat up with you and Mr. Zhou last night? I always felt like Mr. Zhou was looking at me from time to time? And after Mr. Zhou stopped that guy last night, he asked me so gently if I had anything to do...

Meng Shuyu: Isn't he looking at me? Isn't he being gentle to me

Meng Shuyu sent this message, read it once, and then immediately withdrew it.

Tang Xuanxuan: Sister Shuyu, what did you withdraw

Meng Shuyu: What I mean is that the atmosphere in a place like a bar is very ambiguous. No matter who you look at, you will feel that person is looking at you. No matter who you listen to, you will feel that person is talking more gently than usual. This is a very normal thing.

Tang Xuanxuan: I was overthinking! Fortunately, I treat Mr. Zhou just like my grandfather. If he likes me, I don’t know what to do!

"… "

Meng Shuyu comforted Tang Xuanxuan with a few words, thought for a while, opened Zhou Jun’s WeChat dialog box, and tentatively sent a message: Mr. Zhou, are you awake

A minute passed and no one answered.

Two minutes passed and no one answered.

Ten minutes passed and no one answered.

Meng Shuyu opened Tang Xuanxuan's dialog box again: When was the last time Mr. Zhou replied to you

Tang Xuanxuan: Seven minutes ago.

Seven minutes ago—wouldn't that be three minutes after she sent the message

He replied to Tang Xuanxuan's message but not hers.

I don't think he really has any feelings for Tang Xuanxuan.

Meng Shuyu frowned on the spot.

Chen Xing came out of the bathroom and looked at her expression: "What's wrong?"

Meng Shuyu told Chen Xing about this.

"Look at you," Chen Xing glanced at her phone, "What you're asking is nonsense. If the person hasn't woken up, he can't reply to you. If he has woken up, would it make sense to reply to you with 'woke'? This question is already so meaningless. And you called him 'Mr. Zhou'. What do you expect him to reply to you?"

"What else should I be called?"

Chen Xing: "Call him husband, I guarantee he'll get back to you right away."

The author has something to say: This is indeed a rough but true statement.