The Jin Family’s Daughter is a Fortune Teller - Chapter 33
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Chapter 33: Injured
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Trash!” Jin Xi cursed in a low voice. She picked up her school bag on the ground and was about to leave.
However, at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her waist, pulling her into the car. Jin Xi felt the world spinning around her. As she struggled, she touched a soft and warm skin. It was a little moist, and there was even the smell of smoke.
She opened her eyes and saw that the man in front of her seemed to be equally shocked. His body suddenly froze, and the two of them looked at each other from less than an inch away. There was tension in the air.
“Sorry.” Zhong Yihan said.
“It’s okay,” Jin Xi pursed her lips. She sat up straight, planning to stay away from the man.
However, she suddenly felt a sharp pain on her arm. She looked down and saw that there was a wound on her forearm. Although it was only half a finger long, it was oozing with blood.
Zhong Yihan’s face darkened when he saw her wound. “Was it from the fight just now?”
Jin Xi nodded.
“Who are those guys?” Zhong Yihan said. He sounded so cold that the air around him seemed to have frozen.
“I don’t know about the others, but the one leading the group should be the young master of the Gao family. His name is Gao Xu, and he’s ignorant and incompetent.” Zhong Yi turned around and replied.
Zhong Yihan’s cold eyes narrowed and a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth. “The Gaos? Zhong Yi, you know what to do!”
“Yes!” Zhong Yi quickly sent out a few messages on his phone, as if he was giving orders to someone.
“How are you going to deal with Gao Xu?” Jin Xi asked curiously.
“Since he dared to touch you, he’ll have to bear the consequences,” Zhong Yihan said coldly.
To put it bluntly, he had to pay a price.
Jin Xi understood that people like Zhong Yihan had their own ways of doing things, so she didn’t ask any more questions. Instead, she unzipped her bag, took out a pack of paper towels, and prepared to wipe the blood on her forearm.
“Don’t use this!” Zhong Yihan held her hand and took out a small first aid kit from the car. “If small wounds are not treated properly, it might leave a scar.”
His voice was extremely gentle, completely different from just now. At this moment, he seemed to be comforting a child.
Jin Xi’s heart couldn’t help but flutter. She didn’t know what to say.
“It’ll be a little painful, bear with it.” As he spoke, he used a cotton swab soaked in iodine to wipe her wound.
Jin Xi looked at him with her head tilted. His facial features were exquisite, as if they had been carved by the world’s most talented sculptor, making it hard to look away.
“Am I that good-looking?” Zhong Yihan suddenly asked. He obviously felt Jin Xi’s gaze.
Jin Xi’s expression remained the same as she said indifferently, “it’s alright.”
Zhong Yihan smiled, but he didn’t say anything. He just lowered his head and helped her bandage her wound. “Where are you going?”
Jin Xi raised her bandaged forearm and looked at it. The gauze was wrapped very neatly, neither loose nor tight. The ointment was cold and comfortable. This man was quite attentive.
“The police station,” Jin Xi said.
“The police station?” Zhong Yihan frowned, seemingly surprised.
“Something happened to a friend of mine, so I am going there to save him,” Jin Xi explained.
Zhong Yihan understood and said to Zhong Yi, “go to the police station.”
Zhong Yi quickly turned the car around.
…
In the interrogation room.
Zhang Lan sat there with a worried face. He had lost a lot of weight in just a few days. “Officer, I’m telling the truth. I didn’t hit anyone!”
The interrogator’s eyes widened, “you think we don’t have any evidence? We found the victim’s blood in your car!”
“I bought that car from a second-hand shop two days ago. You can check that!” Zhang Lan said helplessly.
“We’ve investigated it, the sales assistant that you mentioned doesn’t exist!” The interrogator said.
“No?” Zhang Lan was stunned, “that’s impossible! The man’s surname is Wu, Wu Xiaobo. He’s about 30 years old, at least 200 pounds. He said he’s been working in the used car workshop for seven or eight years!” If not for that, he would not have bought a car from that person.