Princess Syndrome - Chapter 52
Chapter 52: Touch
Ji Zhiyi sat on the sofa, somewhat absent-minded. Time ticked by, but there was no movement at the door. Zhang Xian was talking about Jiang Yunlu, asking her what the conflict between Jiang Yunlu and Dingsheng was.
She shook her head.
From the time she met Jiang Ya, this person had hated everything about Dingsheng. Once, her assistant had accidentally bought clothes with the Dingsheng logo, and she had taken scissors in the office and snipped them to pieces, piece by piece.
She worried about Jiang Ya and asked her what was wrong.
Jiang Ya just gritted her teeth and said nothing.
In Jiang Ya's eyes.
She was just an obedient pawn.
Pawns didn't need to know the inside story.
So, she didn't know the past between Jiang Yunlu and Dingsheng.
But she assumed it wasn't pleasant, and the fact that she was now in a vegetative state was likely related to Dingsheng.
Zhang Xian said, "Sigh, if she really wakes up, who knows what your Godmother will do?"
Ji Zhiyi was silent.
She took another sip of wine. Then Zhang Xian's phone rang. She answered, "Right now?" Then she sighed, "Got it, I'll send it to you when I get home."
Saying this, she stood up. "I'm leaving!"
Ji Zhiyi said, "I'll see you out."
Zhang Xian was surprised. "It's just a few steps, do you need to see me out?"
Ji Zhiyi didn't say anything, just gestured for her to go downstairs. Finally, she had the driver bring the car over. Zhang Xian was flattered. Not only was she seeing her out for a short distance, but she was also using the car!
What an honor!
She was cheerful the whole way.
She hadn't even considered that Ji Zhiyi wasn't seeing her off.
She was going to pick up Su Lingyue.
Su Lingyue hadn't driven today and had taken a taxi to Yuhai. She didn't know what time it would end, but she wanted to go over and watch, even if it was just to see her get into a taxi, even if she just followed her back.
Only then would she feel at ease.
Su Lingyue and Zhou Yan stood face to face. Her palm still felt numb from hitting someone with the wine bottle. Zhou Yan's head was bleeding profusely. He was yelling like a dog, calling all the bodyguards into the room.
The assistant also hurried in.
Seeing the mess in the room.
The lights were still flashing, making her dizzy. She immediately went to Yang Zhizhi's side, wanting to help her, but Yang Zhizhi was still clinging to Su Lingyue, seemingly without any strength. The assistant was heartbroken. "Zhizhi, are you okay?"
Compared to the scene,
Zhou Yan was the one who was not okay.
He roared, "Arrest them all!"
The bodyguards looked at Su Lingyue and Yang Zhizhi, not daring to disobey. They reached out to grab Su Lingyue and Yang Zhizhi. Su Lingyue picked up the bottles and cans on the table and threw them at the bodyguards. Out of habit, the bodyguards didn't dare retaliate and could only use their hands to shield themselves from the projectiles. The private room was filled with a cacophony of crashing sounds. Su Lingyue's sharp eyes spotted the wine glasses on the table. She glanced at Yang Zhizhi's condition and quickly grabbed a glass.
Seeing this, Zhou Yan's face turned pale. Ignoring the pain, he said, "Grab her!"
The bodyguards also realized the problem with the glass and surrounded Su Lingyue. Su Lingyue shouted to Yang Zhizhi's assistant, "Take her out!"
The assistant was stunned for a moment, then nodded hurriedly, dragging the barely conscious Yang Zhizhi out. Yang Zhizhi's steps were unsteady, still wanting to help Su Lingyue, but she was just a burden now, unable to help at all. She was anxious and angry, her eyes bloodshot.
Seeing her go out, Su Lingyue breathed a sigh of relief. With that moment of relaxation, a bodyguard grabbed her wrist. She struggled twice but couldn't break free, so she simply stopped wasting energy and just stood there.
Zhou Yan said, "Give me the glass!"
His tone was vicious. Su Lingyue thought he was really thick-skinned. He hadn't passed out even after being hit with a bottle.
What they showed on TV was a lie.
She said, "Do you think destroying the glass means there's no evidence?"
"Evidence? What evidence?" Zhou Yan took the tissue handed to him by a bodyguard and wiped his forehead. The blood was pressed down, but it still gushed out of the wound, causing him to grit his teeth in pain, vowing to get revenge on Su Lingyue!
He said, "I was having dinner with Miss Yang here tonight. Miss Su barged in and hit me for no reason. Do you think you can get away with this if I call the police?"
Su Lingyue said, "Then call the police!"
"Heh." Zhou Yan sneered, "You don't think Yang Zhizhi will stand up and testify for you, do you?"
He pressed on his wound. Every bit of pain made him grind his teeth harder. "Keep dreaming!"
"Su Lingyue, you're asking for it!" Zhou Yan snatched the glass from Su Lingyue's hand. Su Lingyue's body lurched forward, staggering from the pull, but she still stood straight, showing no fear.
Only her hands, hanging by her sides, were quietly clenched into fists.
Yang Zhizhi was in the rising period of her career. If people knew she was in this private room with Zhou Yan and had been drugged,
Even if Zhou Yan hadn't managed to do anything.
Those rumor-mongering anti-fans could tear Yang Zhizhi apart alive!
This was probably why the assistant was seeking help outside but didn't dare call the police.
Even though Yang Zhizhi was the victim.
Su Lingyue's face was cold. The private room fell silent. The flashing lights and music were turned off, and the white ceiling lights were turned on. With a snap, the harsh light made Su Lingyue squint. Then, in her vision, Zhou Yan's face, half-covered in blood, looked disgustingly ugly.
Her fingernails dug into her palm.
She heard Zhou Yan say, "Su Lingyue, you don't think you're still the eldest daughter of the Su family, with people lining up to clean up your messes, do you?"
In the past, it was because she was the apple of the Su family's eye, so Su Qi would back her up no matter what she did. Now that that was gone, she was still so arrogant. Zhou Yan wiped the blood off his forehead. He hadn't even gone looking for Su Lingyue, and she had delivered herself to his door.
Although tonight's plan hadn't succeeded, which annoyed him greatly.
But getting Su Lingyue.
Was worth it!
So, Zhou Yan's volatile emotions calmed down a lot. He said, "Su Lingyue, I'll give you two choices now. One, I call the police, you spend a few years inside, and after you come out, you beg me to forgive you. The other is, beg me now!"
Su Lingyue looked at his expression. Her stomach churned, waves of nausea washing over her. She felt bloated and disgusted. She didn't say anything.
Zhou Yan said, "You don't think you have a third choice, do you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came from the door, "What if she does?"
It was a familiar voice.
Su Lingyue turned her head.
She saw Ji Zhiyi standing there.
Her emotions changed suddenly, inexplicably. She had just been feeling disgusted and disdainful, but now, seeing Ji Zhiyi, a sense of familiarity and closeness welled up, along with a feeling of security.
A sudden sense of security.
She watched Ji Zhiyi walk in.
Zhou Yan frowned.
Ji Zhiyi didn't say much, just walked up to Su Lingyue. Su Lingyue saw Yang Zhizhi standing at the door, supported by her assistant, and another artist she had only seen on TV.
The bodyguards looked at Zhou Yan.
Zhou Yan said, "President Ji really has the time."
Ji Zhiyi looked at Zhou Yan and said, "Boss Zhou is treating Yilin's spokesperson to dinner without even letting me know. Isn't that a bit too distant?"
Zhou Yan said, "My business with Miss Yang today is personal."
Ji Zhiyi nodded. "What about my assistant?"
Zhou Yan gritted his teeth. "That's a bit personal too."
Ji Zhiyi said, "Assistant Su, do you have personal business with Boss Zhou?"
Su Lingyue leaned closer to her, whispering by Ji Zhiyi's ear, "No."
Ji Zhiyi noticed her closeness and was momentarily dazed, a surge of joy in her heart. She raised her lips and said, "Then let's go."
Zhou Yan's brow furrowed deeply.
Just as he was about to speak, Ji Zhiyi said, "Oh right, Boss Zhou just said my assistant had two choices. How about this, I'll give Boss Zhou two choices as well."
Zhou Yan stared at her, his gaze venomous. "What do you mean, President Ji?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "Don't misunderstand, Boss Zhou. I've always been fair and just in my dealings. Since you're giving my assistant a choice, I'll give Boss Zhou a choice as well."
"One, let my assistant and me leave now." Ji Zhiyi said, "The other is to wait until you spend a few years inside and then ask my assistant and me to leave."
Zhou Yan said, "She's the one who hit me!"
Ji Zhiyi nodded. "I know. Make your choice."
Zhou Yan was furious!
He never expected Ji Zhiyi to clean up Su Lingyue's mess!
Wasn't Ji Zhiyi supposed to hate her to the bone?
Shouldn't Ji Zhiyi be happy that he was teaching Su Lingyue a lesson today?
Now he was in a dilemma.
The bodyguards stood by Zhou Yan, watching his face turn from pale to green. Dried blood stained the side of his face, creating a sinister hue. Zhou Yan clenched the glass in his hand, glaring menacingly at Su Lingyue and Ji Zhiyi.
He gritted his teeth. "President Ji, this isn't funny, is it?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "What's not funny is you." She even dropped the honorific. She looked at Zhou Yan. "You pressured Miss Yang to accept Su Qi's endorsement before knowing that Yilin and Miss Yang were about to sign. As long as Miss Yang is willing, Yilin can file a lawsuit on her behalf at any time."
Zhou Yan's expression changed instantly.
Yang Zhizhi suing him.
And Yilin suing him, suing Su Qi.
Were completely different matters.
He was relying on the fact that Yang Zhizhi wouldn't dare to speak up and would have to suffer in silence. That was why he was so reckless. If Yilin got involved, it would be a different story, especially with Yilin being so successful right now. He was silent.
Ji Zhiyi didn't look at him. She pulled Su Lingyue and turned to leave. Su Lingyue whispered, "The glass."
The glass with evidence.
Hearing her words, Zhou Yan subconsciously tightened his grip on the glass, his body stiffening. Ji Zhiyi turned around, walked up to Zhou Yan, and faced him. She reached out to take the glass. Zhou Yan wouldn't give it. Ji Zhiyi snatched it away.
Naturally, Zhou Yan could use brute force, but even if the glass shattered, it would still be evidence.
He watched Ji Zhiyi take the glass, raise it high in front of him, and then release her hand. The glass fell onto the marble floor with a crash! Shattering into pieces!
Zhou Yan's expression hadn't even recovered.
Su Lingyue was stunned and immediately went to Ji Zhiyi's side. "What are you doing!"
Ji Zhiyi grabbed her hand, preventing her from picking up the shards, and said to Zhou Yan, "Boss Zhou, the outcome of this matter depends on whether Miss Yang wants to pursue it, not you, not this glass."
In other words, even without this glass, he couldn't escape if Yang Zhizhi wanted to press charges.
Zhou Yan's complexion, which had just improved, turned ugly again.
Su Lingyue also understood. She stood up and was pulled out by Ji Zhiyi. Yang Zhizhi's assistant said, "Thank you, President Ji. I'll tell Zhizhi when she's awake."
Ji Zhiyi said, "Get her to the hospital quickly."
The assistant and the other artist nodded hurriedly and left the private room.
Su Lingyue also followed Ji Zhiyi out of the private room. She said, "Why did you come?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "Had something to do nearby and happened to run into Miss Yu."
Su Lingyue murmured, "Miss Yu?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "The one who just left with Miss Yang."
Su Lingyue nodded. "You know her?"
Ji Zhiyi said, "No."
Su Lingyue: ...
If you don't know her, how did you go in together?
She was bewildered, but Ji Zhiyi didn't explain. She just turned her head to look at Su Lingyue. There was a streak of blood on Su Lingyue's cheek where the glass shards had cut her. She probably hadn't even noticed, but Ji Zhiyi had seen it at first glance.
It was glaringly obvious.
Walking out of Yuhai, she said, "Wait for me in the car."
Su Lingyue looked at her back. "Hey..."
Then she saw the car door open. The driver, Xiao Li, stood smiling beside it. She had no choice but to get in first. Afterwards, she remembered to ask Xiao Li, "Did President Ji have business to discuss near here?"
Xiao Li said, "President Ji was taking Director Zhang back and came here on the way."
That was quite a long detour.
But Director Zhang.
Zhang Xian?
She asked, "Did Director Zhang go to President Ji's house today?"
Xiao Li said, "Yes."
What did they talk about?
The factory issue?
Or something else?
She suddenly realized she knew very little about Ji Zhiyi, like her family, her past, her—
The door was pulled open with a whoosh, and Ji Zhiyi got in.
Su Lingyue snapped back to reality.
She saw Ji Zhiyi holding a bag with a pharmacy logo. Belatedly, she asked, "Are you injured?"
Ji Zhiyi chuckled. "Doesn't your face hurt?"
"Me?" Su Lingyue instinctively touched her cheek and winced as she touched the wound. Ji Zhiyi pursed her lips. Just as she was about to disinfect it for her, she glanced at Xiao Li in the driver's seat. She pulled down the partition, separating the front and back seats into two worlds. Suddenly, it was just Su Lingyue and Ji Zhiyi here.
Su Lingyue's heart skipped a beat.
It was a little fast.
She bit her lip and saw Ji Zhiyi tear open a packet of disinfectant and dab it on a cotton swab. Then, she gently wiped it on her cheek. The skin, which should have stung, felt nothing.
Or rather, not exactly nothing.
It felt a little hot.
Her cheeks flushed.
Ji Zhiyi asked, "How much did you drink tonight?"
Su Lingyue said, "Two glasses, maybe."
It wasn't a lot.
But why did she feel so dizzy now? She bit her lip and heard Ji Zhiyi ask, "You dared to go in after just two glasses?"
Su Lingyue was momentarily stunned.
She looked up at Ji Zhiyi.
Ji Zhiyi's expression was indifferent, her eyes lowered, showing no emotion. Su Lingyue said, "Someone inside was being bullied."
In that instant, the person she was talking about.
Wasn't just Yang Zhizhi.
But also her past self.
Perhaps that night, she had also hoped someone would appear, even if they didn't do anything, just to give her enough courage.
But that night, it was just her facing Zhou Yan alone. She had bared her fangs in a bluff, and Zhou Yan, being a coward, was intimidated.
So, hearing that Yang Zhizhi was being bullied inside, she had rushed in without a second thought.
Ji Zhiyi asked, "Weren't you afraid at all?"
Su Lingyue didn't realize that Ji Zhiyi's voice was trembling slightly as she said those words. She was lost in another world, saying nonchalantly, "No, at worst, I'd go down with him."
Ji Zhiyi tightened her grip on the disinfectant packet. Finally, she tidied up the packet, took out a Band-Aid, looked up, moved closer to Su Lingyue, and placed the Band-Aid on her cheek.
Being so close, Su Lingyue didn't know where to look, so she focused on Ji Zhiyi's indifferent expression. Her facial features were sharp and defined, her eyes clear, her eyelashes long, her pupils deep.
Did she need to be this close just to put on a Band-Aid?
She thought to herself, but her body unconsciously leaned in, tilting her head slightly upward, as if afraid Ji Zhiyi wouldn't be able to see clearly.
Ji Zhiyi pursed her lips and placed the Band-Aid on her cheek, her fingertip brushing over the Band-Aid and the skin of her cheek. It was warm and gentle. Su Lingyue only felt her face burning up.
Maybe what they showed on TV wasn't all lies.
When the injured protagonist was being cared for, they always wished they were even more injured.
She had just been thinking the same thing.
It would be nice to have another wound, she thought, wanting to be touched again.
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