Chapter 94
The night was already deep.
Outside the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the city’s neon lights stretched into a brilliant sea of color, making the room seem even quieter by contrast.
The warm yellow wall lamp by the bed was still on, spilling down like a thin layer of gold.
It had clearly been Jin Zijin who initiated the kiss, yet somewhere along the way, the roles of hunter and hunted had reversed.
Wen Yan had pinned her down, forcing her back toward the headboard, kissing her with fierce intensity.
One hand braced against the mattress beside Jin Zijin; the other locked around her waist, holding her tightly in her arms.
Her palm pressed against the skin at Jin Zijin’s side. The searing heat seeped through the thin layer of sleepwear, burning all the way to Jin Zijin’s heart and making it tremble.
Jin Zijin was kissed until she couldn’t catch her breath. She lifted a hand to push at Wen Yan’s shoulder, but there was no strength in it; it was soft and weak, like resistance that still wanted to be coaxed.
“Mm... Wen Yan...” A muffled protest spilled from between her lips and teeth, her voice so soft it seemed to drip water.
Wen Yan ignored it and only deepened the kiss.
Jin Zijin was backed into a corner with nowhere left to retreat; her spine pressed into the soft mattress.
Using that position, she simply gathered a little strength in her hands and pushed at Wen Yan’s shoulder, trying to move her aside.
Wen Yan yielded slightly and lifted her upper body, looking down at her with a faint, questioning smile. “What is it?”
Jin Zijin didn’t answer. She just smiled with her lips closed, the corners of her eyes lifting slightly as she pushed at her again.
Wen Yan was shoved sideways into the bedding. Before she could react, Jin Zijin had already flipped over and straddled her.
The woman sat on her waist, both hands braced against her chest. Her long hair fell loose, hanging down on either side of Wen Yan’s face; the ends brushed across her neck, tickling.
“Hmph, who told you to kiss so fiercely!” Jin Zijin looked down at her from above, the corners of her mouth curved in triumph. “Now it’s my turn.”
Lying there, Wen Yan looked at her little swaggering expression and couldn’t help but curve her lips.
She lifted her left hand and gently brushed aside the hair hanging beside Jin Zijin’s face. Her fingertips slid slowly along the line of her jaw, then rested at her neck, stroking there with just a trace of pressure.
“Oh?” Wen Yan’s voice was low, lazy, and slightly hoarse. “Then what does President Jin want to do to me?”
Jin Zijin’s neck softened under her touch, and the tips of her ears flushed red all at once.
She bit her lip, took hold of Wen Yan’s wrist, and pretended to be fierce. “No moving. Today it’s my turn.”
Wen Yan lay obediently beneath her, amusement in her eyes. She nodded. “All right. I won’t move.”
Jin Zijin smiled in satisfaction.
She leaned down and kissed Wen Yan’s lips.
At first it was only a tentative touch, light and repeated, like spring rain dampening petals.
When she saw that Wen Yan really wasn’t moving, she grew bolder and bolder, the kiss gradually deepening.
Wen Yan let her do as she pleased. Only, at some point, her left hand had slipped free of Jin Zijin’s grip and quietly circled around behind her, palm pressing into the hollow of her waist before giving it a light squeeze.
Jin Zijin shuddered all over, and the rhythm of her kiss went crooked.
She lifted her head and shot Wen Yan a reproachful glare. “I said no moving.”
Wen Yan looked at her innocently. “I didn’t move.”
“You..."
Before Jin Zijin could finish, Wen Yan tensed her abdomen and abruptly sat up, taking Jin Zijin into her arms in one smooth motion.
Jin Zijin gasped and instinctively looped her arms around Wen Yan’s neck. By the time she came back to her senses, she was already sitting steadily in Wen Yan’s lap.
The balance of power shifted again.
Wen Yan held her by the waist and looked up at her with a teasing smile. “That doesn’t count as me moving, does it? You’re still the one on top.”
Jin Zijin froze for a second, then realized what she meant. Furious, she punched Wen Yan’s shoulder. “Wen Yan! You’re cheating!”
Wen Yan gave a muffled laugh and didn’t give her a chance to protest further.
She lifted a hand to the back of Jin Zijin’s neck, pulled her down, and kissed her.
The longer Wen Yan stayed with Jin Zijin, the more obvious that streak of control in her bones became.
Whether she was controlling an operation or controlling Jin Zijin’s body, she did it with the same natural ease.
Her arms around Jin Zijin’s waist, her tongue pressing in with force, conquering ground inch by inch; Jin Zijin was kissed until she kept retreating, able only to clutch at Wen Yan’s shoulders and bear it passively.
Wen Yan’s kiss left her lips and slid down the line of her jaw, then down to her neck and her collarbone.
Jin Zijin tilted her head back, exposing that long stretch of neck, a series of broken sounds slipping from her throat.
Her arms around Wen Yan’s neck tightened further, fingers tangling into her hair without conscious thought.
“Wen Yan...” Her voice trembled, as if she couldn’t endure such invasion.
Wen Yan gave no answer.
Her kisses continued downward, until they finally landed on the soft hollow at Jin Zijin’s throat.
The instant her tongue pressed there, Jin Zijin went weak all over.
“Ah...” She cried out, her whole body jolting. She instinctively wanted to hide, but Wen Yan’s hand locked her waist in place, leaving her unable to move.
Wen Yan lifted her head and looked at her.
Jin Zijin’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery at the corners, her lips slightly parted, her breathing uneven. In Wen Yan’s eyes, that look seemed like a silent invitation.
Her gaze darkened.
The next second, she lowered her head again and kissed that sensitive spot. The hard, forceful licking and sucking felt as if she meant to devour her whole.
Jin Zijin couldn’t bear such stimulation.
She was shaking all over, the arms around Wen Yan’s neck nearly losing all strength.
She wanted to hide, but her waist was held fast by Wen Yan’s hand, leaving her helplessly seated in her embrace, forced to let her do whatever she wanted.
“Wen Yan... Wen Yan...” she called her name, her voice tinged with tears, impossible to tell whether it came from discomfort or pleasure.
At last Wen Yan lifted her head.
Her lips were still shining wetly. Looking at Jin Zijin like this, there was a flash of tenderness in her eyes, but even more was a deep, possessive desire.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice was hoarse, laced with a seductive edge. “You can’t take it already?”
Jin Zijin bit her lip and glared at her. Her eyes were misted with water, but there was no real threat in them; if anything, she looked as if she were acting spoiled.
She said nothing, only spread her legs and pressed her body against Wen Yan’s thigh, rubbing hard once.
Wet. Hot.
Wen Yan’s breathing immediately grew heavier.
Her hand at Jin Zijin’s waist tightened at once, her fingertips nearly sinking into flesh.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, as though trying desperately to restrain something.
Jin Zijin sensed the change in her and the corner of her mouth lifted in triumph.
She moved again.
Shifting her hips, rubbing even harder, even more intimately.
“You...” Wen Yan’s voice was so hoarse it was almost distorted. “You did that on purpose?”
Jin Zijin didn’t answer. She simply lowered her head and kissed her lips.
The kiss was tender and lingering, like revisiting an old dream.
But her body remained restless, rubbing against her in slow, deliberate motions, deliberately fanning the fire.
The red at the corners of Wen Yan’s eyes deepened little by little.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to keep what little reason remained.
Not yet...
If she was so easily lured away like this, then who would be the one holding the lead? People couldn’t... at least they shouldn’t...
But Jin Zijin gave her no chance.
She left Wen Yan’s lips and leaned toward her ear, her voice soft enough to melt into water. “Wife~ don’t tell me you don’t want me?”
Warm breath brushed across Wen Yan’s ear, carrying an indistinct, teasing invitation.
Wen Yan’s lashes trembled. In the end, she still couldn’t hold back. With one arm she lifted Jin Zijin up and drove into her without mercy.
“Hng~”
Jin Zijin let out a muffled cry, catching Wen Yan’s shoulder as she drew in a sharp breath and tilted her head back.
Wen Yan leaned in until her face was buried in her embrace, licking at the reddened skin and deeply inhaling the scent that belonged only to her.
The fragrance of citrus spread everywhere, filling Wen Yan’s face.
Wen Yan devoured it, invaded it.
The air grew wet and scorching; like a boiling spring pouring down in waves...
Jin Zijin pushed weakly and said no, but Wen Yan did not let her off. She moved with broad, unrestrained motions...
Maybe it had been a few minutes, maybe more than ten. Jin Zijin was trembling all over, like a spring camellia shedding its petals one by one into Wen Yan’s arms.
She had lost all strength, collapsed against her, panting helplessly.
So hot...
Their bodies pressed together were burning hot.
Jin Zijin curled up in Wen Yan’s arms, her nose against Wen Yan’s neck, their breaths tangled together.
She could clearly feel Wen Yan’s heartbeat; it was pounding so fast it seemed to slam against her chest.
Wen Yan lowered her head and kissed the crown of her hair, her voice rough. “What? Didn’t you want to be the top? Why can’t you take it after only a little while?”
Jin Zijin burrowed deeper into her embrace, sounding on the verge of tears. “That’s because you’re too mean... sob...”
As she spoke, she guided Wen Yan’s hand even deeper inside. “Outside...” “Outside...” “Rub...” “It hurts...” “I want rubbing...”
She was pure succubus energy; once something was opened up, she would go with her own nature and shamelessly demand more.
Wen Yan thought to herself that she had been utterly defeated.
She took a breath and withdrew her hand, then rubbed softly where she had been touching.
She and Jin Zijin were far too well matched; the moment their skin touched, there was an electric rush of pleasure.
The other woman was already completely opened up, hot, swollen, slippery to the point that it was hard to keep a steady grip.
Wen Yan’s movements were gentle and lingering, soothing while also teasing.
At last, Jin Zijin felt better. Her body tensed, then she curled in closer to Wen Yan’s arms, nose pressed against Wen Yan’s neck, breathing becoming quick and uneven.
Wen Yan lowered her gaze to look at her.
The warm yellow light of the wall lamp fell across Jin Zijin’s face. Her eyelashes trembled lightly, like a frightened butterfly.
Her cheeks were flushed all the way from her ears to her neck.
She was breathtakingly vivid.
Wen Yan curved her lips and leaned down to kiss her eyelashes.
“Open your legs a little,” she said softly, her voice carrying a reassuring strength. “Let me move.”
Jin Zijin said nothing; she only curled a little more into her arms. But her hand quietly climbed onto Wen Yan’s back, fingertips brushing lightly over her spine.
Wen Yan understood. With one hand she lifted Jin Zijin’s thigh, helping her kneel up. “Hold onto the headboard. Kneel properly.”
Jin Zijin did as she was told, bracing both hands on the headboard and kneeling there facing Wen Yan.
Wen Yan lifted a hand and patted her butt. The sound cracked sharply through the room as she praised her, “Very good.”
As she spoke, she thrust upward and bent down to kiss her.
In an instant, Jin Zijin’s whole body went taut.
The salty-sweet sea breeze seemed to blow in, bringing with it the scent of citrus that filled the whole room.
Jin Zijin braced both hands on the headboard; her beautiful shoulder blades looked like a bird spreading its wings, covered in a layer of sparkling sweat.
No one knew how long passed before her knees gave out and she collapsed heavily into Wen Yan’s arms.
Wen Yan caught her and gathered her fully into her embrace, kissing the corners of her lips.
Jin Zijin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, tucked into her arms, unconsciously seeking her kisses. She stuck out the tip of her pink tongue and licked at Wen Yan like a kitten.
When she caught a strange taste, she frowned and pushed Wen Yan away a little, reluctant.
Wen Yan didn’t mind. Smiling, she rolled over and gently pressed Jin Zijin into the bedding.
She knelt behind Jin Zijin, one arm slipping beneath her neck so that she could rest in the crook of it. “Hold onto my hand.”
Jin Zijin lay on the pillow and grabbed Wen Yan’s arm, burying her face in it, leaving only the reddened tips of her ears visible.
Wen Yan kissed her earlobe and reached down.
Jin Zijin’s body tightened hard at once, a suppressed whimper spilling from her throat. She buried her face even deeper, her shoulders trembling lightly.
Wen Yan had been bitten until it hurt, so she bent down and planted kisses on the back of her neck, light and dense, one after another.
Her other hand clasped her shoulder, drawing her completely into her embrace.
“Relax a little,” she murmured by her ear, her breath burning. “Feel me.”
Jin Zijin took a deep breath and tried hard to relax.
Wen Yan’s movements were once again broad and unrestrained.
Jin Zijin’s muffled cries came in broken bursts from the pillow. Helplessly, she clutched at Wen Yan’s arm looped beneath her neck, her fingertips digging deep into flesh.
Wen Yan let her hold on, never once stopping.
Her kisses landed on Jin Zijin’s nape, her shoulders, her back; not a single inch of skin was spared.
The tenderness of her kisses contrasted sharply with the increasingly fierce movements below, making it feel as if Jin Zijin had been thrown into a tidal wave, rising and falling with Wen Yan’s rhythm.
“Wen Yan... Wen Yan...” she called her name, her voice shattered and crying.
Wen Yan lowered her head and leaned toward her ear.
“I’m here.” Her voice was hoarse, but steady with the kind of strength that soothed. “I’ve always been here.”
Jin Zijin’s eyes went wet in an instant.
She didn’t know whether it was because of that sentence, or because of the surging pleasure flooding through her body.
She only knew that in this moment, she was completely filled by Wen Yan.
Her body finally went limp, soft and boneless as it lay on the pillow.
Only her hand remained tightly clutching Wen Yan’s arm, as if it were her only piece of driftwood.
Wen Yan’s movements grew even deeper, each one striking precisely at the most fatal point, forcing Jin Zijin’s broken cries to become more and more shattered, more and more uncontrollable.
“Ah... Wen Yan... I can’t...” Her voice was tinged with tears, and her whole body was trembling.
Wen Yan’s breathing had also grown heavy.
Jin Zijin’s skin was flushed all over, her back shivering. Even in such a mess from being bullied, she still clung to Wen Yan tightly and refused to let go.
So cute.
Jin Zijin was so cute.
Wen Yan bent down and gathered her completely into her arms.
“Jin Zijin,” she called her name, her voice rough to the point of breaking. “I love you so much.”
Jin Zijin shuddered all over.
The next second, she curled up entirely, as if all her strength had been drained away. Her body trembled violently and then went completely soft.
Wen Yan turned her over and held her close. One arm circled her waist while the other stroked her back gently in reassurance.
Jin Zijin curled in Wen Yan’s arms, her face buried in the crook of her neck, her breathing gradually evening out.
“Tired?” Wen Yan lowered her head and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Jin Zijin didn’t answer; she only tucked herself a little deeper into her embrace.
After a long while, a muffled voice finally came from the crook of her neck. “Wen Yan.”
“Mm?”
“You were... really fierce just now.”
Wen Yan curved her lips.
She lowered her head and whispered in her ear, “Didn’t like it?”
Jin Zijin lifted her head and glared at her.
Her eyes were still red at the corners, and the mist in them had not yet cleared. The way she glared had no real force at all.
Wen Yan couldn’t help laughing.
She leaned in and lightly pecked her lips. “Then I’ll be gentler next time.”
Jin Zijin huffed and buried her face back in Wen Yan’s neck.
After a while, another muffled voice came through: “No need to be too gentle, either.”
Wen Yan froze for a moment, then laughed out loud.
She hugged the person in her arms more tightly, resting her chin on the top of her head, her eyes full of amusement.
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll listen to you.”
——————
The night was already very deep.
Outside the hotel’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the city’s neon lights had grown sparse. Only a few lights still remained in the distant high-rises, like weary eyes.
The warm yellow wall lamp by the bed had been turned to its lowest setting, spilling out only a thin halo of light, just enough to make out the two people embracing on the bed.
Wen Yan was lying on her side, holding Jin Zijin completely in her arms.
Jin Zijin was curled against her chest, her face buried in Wen Yan’s neck. Her breathing was light and even, and every so often in her sleep she would nuzzle once, like a kitten seeking warmth.
Wen Yan actually wasn’t asleep yet.
She lowered her head and, with the faint light of the wall lamp, looked at the person in her arms.
Jin Zijin’s eyes were still faintly red at the corners, and there seemed to be tear tracks that hadn’t yet dried on her lashes. Her lips were slightly pouted as she slept, obedient and soft.
Wen Yan couldn’t help but curve her lips and lower her head to kiss the crown of her hair.
They had been too wild just now.
Thinking of what had happened earlier, Wen Yan couldn’t help laughing softly, but she was afraid of waking her and quickly held it back.
She reached out and pulled the slipped-down blanket back up, covering Jin Zijin’s exposed shoulder. The moment her fingertips touched that skin, she could still feel the hot residual warmth left behind.
This person...
Wen Yan gave a soft inward sigh and tightened her arm around her a little more.
The night was quiet as water; moonlight filtered through the gap in the curtains and fell across their overlapping shadows.
Wen Yan closed her eyes, breathing in the familiar citrus scent on Jin Zijin’s body, and her consciousness slowly drifted down.
But only a little while later, the phone Jin Zijin had left by the bed suddenly began to vibrate.
In the silence of the deep night, the low, buzzing vibration was especially abrupt, like a dull knife scraping across glass.
Wen Yan’s eyes flew open at once.
From the ringtone, was that Jin Zijin’s phone?
She instinctively tightened her arm and looked down at the person in her embrace.
Jin Zijin stirred in her arms, frowned, but did not wake. She only buried her face deeper and rubbed against Wen Yan’s chest.
Wen Yan held her breath and remained completely still.
The phone was still vibrating.
She reached over, wanting to hang up. The moment her fingertip touched the cold screen, Jin Zijin woke up.
The person in her arms moved, lifted her head from Wen Yan’s neck, and opened her eyes only halfway, still clouded with sleep. Her voice was soft and hoarse. “...Who is it?”
Before Wen Yan could answer, the phone vibrated again.
This time Jin Zijin was fully awake.
She blinked, her gaze falling on the vibrating phone by the bed. The sleepiness in her eyes faded little by little, and she immediately became alert.
A phone call at this hour could only mean something had happened.
Jin Zijin reached out and took the phone. The screen showed Li Yue’s name.
Wen Yan saw her fingertips pause very slightly.
“Hello.” Jin Zijin pressed the answer button, keeping her voice very low.
She propped herself up, trying to sit; the moment she moved, her brows drew together.
Her lower back ached badly, and the roots of her thighs still held the weakness left by their earlier indulgence.
Wen Yan’s hand rested on her waist and gently pulled her back into her arms.
“Take it lying down,” she said in a low voice too, her voice rough from sleep. Her arm reached around Jin Zijin from behind, holding her entirely in place. “I won’t eavesdrop.”
Jin Zijin turned to look at her.
Wen Yan’s gaze was quiet and certain. Under the warm yellow lamplight, she looked like the most reassuring harbor in the middle of the night.
Jin Zijin didn’t move again.
Leaning in Wen Yan’s arms, she pressed the phone to her ear. Her voice had fully cleared. “Go ahead.”
On the other end of the line, Li Yue’s voice was filled with unprecedented panic and urgency. “President Jin, something’s happened! Wang Jinyu—”
Jin Zijin’s brow instantly furrowed.
Wen Yan could feel the body in her arms stiffen all at once. The soft figure that had just been resting against her chest suddenly seemed like a different person entirely; even her breathing changed rhythm.
She said nothing, only tightened her arm a little more, her palm pressing against Jin Zijin’s waist and rubbing gently in small motions.
Jin Zijin gripped the phone, her knuckles turning white.
“Speak clearly,” she said, her voice cold as ice. “What happened to him?”
“He fled the scene after causing a crash!” Li Yue’s voice was shrill in the dead of night. “Right on the Ring Mountain stretch, he was driving a sports car and smashed into a family SUV. A family of three; the couple was with a three-year-old child.”
“Before the crash, our car lost him. When we caught up again, that’s what had happened.”
Wen Yan’s breathing caught.
A three-year-old child.
Subconsciously, she tightened her arm and held Jin Zijin even closer.
Jin Zijin leaned against her, her back pressed to Wen Yan’s chest. Her heartbeat struck Wen Yan’s palm one beat at a time.
“What about the victims?” Jin Zijin’s voice was still steady, but Wen Yan could feel her fingertips trembling slightly.
“The ambulance just took them away. Their lives are still hanging in the balance!” Li Yue’s voice trembled. “Also, President Jin, the most troublesome part is that the vehicle the victims were driving was our group’s newly launched family SUV, the model that went on the market just three months ago, the one built around intelligent driving safety.”
With a buzz, it felt as if everything inside Wen Yan’s arms had gone rigid.
She lowered her head to look at Jin Zijin, but could only see her profile. The warm yellow lamplight fell across it, outlining a taut, tense curve.
Her eyelashes trembled lightly, like a startled butterfly, yet her voice remained calm as she questioned, word by word: “What about the surveillance footage at the scene? The dash cam?”
“They’re all destroyed!” Li Yue said urgently. “The accident happened on a newly built section of road. The municipal surveillance system there hasn’t been connected yet, and both temporary monitoring hard drives were physically destroyed.”
“The dash cam from the hit vehicle fell into the reservoir beside the road. By the time it was recovered, the main board had been burned through. The data can’t be restored at all.”
Jin Zijin closed her eyes.
Wen Yan could feel her body trembling slightly, that kind of shiver that came just before rage.
“Call the police first,” Jin Zijin said as she opened her eyes, her gaze utterly cold. “Submit every lead related to Wang Jinyu’s hit-and-run to the police. Put the whole city on alert and search for him.”
“Find out immediately which hospital the family of three was taken to. Send our people over and keep me updated on the victims’ condition at all times.”
“Understood!”
After hanging up, the room fell into brief silence.
Jin Zijin remained in Wen Yan’s arms without moving for a long time.
Wen Yan didn’t move either. She only held her tighter, resting her chin on the top of her head and patting her waist slowly, as if calming a frightened cat.
After a very long while, Jin Zijin finally spoke.
Her voice was muffled, carrying a trace of exhaustion she couldn’t quite hide. “Yan Yan...”
“I’m here.” Wen Yan lowered her head and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I’m listening.”
Jin Zijin didn’t say anything else.
She only burrowed deeper into Wen Yan’s arms, burying her face in the crook of her neck and taking a deep breath of the familiar loquat scent on her body.
Wen Yan let her, only gently stroking her back.
The night outside remained deep, the city’s neon lights flickering faintly in the distance. Neither of them spoke, and neither of them felt sleepy.
Less than an hour later, the phone vibrated again.
Jin Zijin almost instantly picked it up.
“Speak.” Her voice was still cold, but Wen Yan could feel her body tensing up again.
On the other end, Li Yue’s voice was grave. “President Jin, the people have been sent to Heng’ai Twenty-Three Hospital. It’s a private top-tier hospital under the Lu family.”
Jin Zijin’s pupils shook. “Twenty-Three Hospital?”
Her voice was cold enough to freeze the air. “The closest hospital to the accident scene is City Sixteen Hospital, a twenty-minute drive. Why were they taken twenty kilometers out of the way to Twenty-Three Hospital?”
“The emergency center’s record says the family specifically requested it in advance, saying they had relatives at Twenty-Three Hospital and it would be more convenient for care,” Li Yue paused. “But we checked. This couple doesn’t have any relatives working at Twenty-Three Hospital, and they don’t even have a single medical record there.”
“They’re ordinary wage earners. They came to Beijing from out of town for work.”
Wen Yan’s heart sank hard.
She was a doctor; she knew the rules of emergency transport too well.
Taking the nearest hospital was ironclad. Unless the patient’s family strongly requested otherwise, it was absolutely impossible to bypass the closest facility and send a critically injured patient twenty kilometers away to a private hospital.
Unless—
Unless that wasn’t an accident at all.
Jin Zijin asked no further questions. She ended the call, then quickly pulled up another number and dialed.
It only rang once before it was answered.
“Zijin.” Ye Jianlan’s steady voice came through the receiver, carrying a trace of gravity. “I was just about to look for you. I know about Ring Mountain.”
“Old Ye.” Jin Zijin kept her voice very low, but the chill in it was impossible to hide. “The Lu family has made a move.”
“Yes.” Ye Jianlan’s voice deepened. “I’ve already sent people over. All entrances and exits of Twenty-Three Hospital, and every medical worker involved, are being watched.”
“Wang Jinyu has also been found by my people. He’s hiding in the Wang family’s villa. He won’t get away.”
She paused, then her voice dropped even lower. “Zijin, Wang Jinyu is just a decoy they tossed out. Their real target is you, and—”
She paused again, and the rest of her sentence came down with heavy weight: “That three-year-old child. You know exactly what kind of place Twenty-Three Hospital is.”
Jin Zijin closed her eyes.
Wen Yan could feel the person in her arms trembling.
She tightened her hold around her again.
After the call ended, the room fell into silence once more.
Jin Zijin stayed in Wen Yan’s arms without moving for a long time.
After a while, Wen Yan spoke, her voice very soft. “I heard you mention Twenty-Three Hospital. What’s wrong with Twenty-Three Hospital?”
Jin Zijin looked at her clear eyes. After a few seconds of silence, she raised her head.
The warm yellow wall lamp fell across her face, reflecting the complexity in her eyes.
After a moment, Jin Zijin said, “The Lu family was able to seize a third of Beijing’s high-end medical resources in just twenty years because of the people above.”
Jin Zijin lifted a hand and pointed up at the ceiling, snorting once. “People get old, get sick, their organs fail, and they need their lives extended.”
“And the difficulty of organ-matching and the scarcity of donors, you understand better than I do.”
Wen Yan’s pupils widened instantly.
She was a doctor.
She understood exactly what that sentence meant.
It felt as if all the blood in her body froze at that moment.
“That family of three...” Her voice trembled slightly. “That child...”
“Yes.” Jin Zijin sighed and buried her face back in the crook of Wen Yan’s neck. “They must have been targeted long ago.”
“That child’s match must be a perfect fit with someone related to the Lu family. Today’s car crash was nothing more than a script already written.”
“So do you understand how precious your senior sister’s research result is?”
Everyone wants it.
But no one dares ask for it openly at a time like this.
Except her and Ye Jianlan.
Wen Yan leaned against the headboard, cold from head to toe.
Even though the heating was on, even though the person in her arms was so warm, she still felt cold. A cold seeping through the seams of bone, cold rising from the bottom of her heart.
Her eyes slowly reddened.
Jin Zijin felt her trembling.
She lifted her head and looked at Wen Yan’s reddened eyes, and her heart softened all at once.
“Don’t be afraid,” Jin Zijin said, raising a hand to stroke Wen Yan’s face as she soothed her in a gentle voice. “I’m here.”
“The person above Old Ye has been laying the groundwork for years. They’ve started moving too.”
“This matter will definitely have an ending. The people who did evil will definitely pay the price.”
Wen Yan lowered her eyes, her brows tightly knit. “They can’t do this.”
“Human lives aren’t consumables. They never have been.”
Jin Zijin looked into her eyes; they were so clear, so pure, impossible to desecrate.
She curved her lips and leaned in to kiss her lightly on the lips.
“Mm,” she said, her voice low but carrying the force of a thousand pounds. “So we’ll make them pay what they owe.”