LWDC Chapter 8

Chapter 8: No More Than Three

Chapter 8: No More Than Three

Chapter 8: No More Than Three

As soon as the car started, the “Good Samaritan” sitting next to Ning Fei said to the two people in the front: “First aid kit.”

“Here, Director Duan!” The assistant in the front passenger seat immediately opened the glove compartment, took out a small first aid kit and handed it back, “Do you need to stop and deal with it? Or find a clinic nearby?”

The “Good Samaritan” glanced at Ning Fei’s hand: “Not yet.”

With that, he opened the first aid kit and threw the box of alcohol wipes to Ning Fei: “Disinfect it first.”

Ning Fei was still pondering the fact that he was surnamed Duan when he was suddenly thrown the box of wipes, looking helpless: “Open it myself? In my current state, do you believe I can get blood all over your entire box?”

Director Duan glanced at him meaningfully, took the box back and opened it. There were still individually wrapped wipes inside, so Director Duan had to pull out a pack of two, tear open the package, and finally hand it to Ning Fei.

“Thanks.” Ning Fei smiled at him, took out both alcohol wipes, and began to wipe the blood off his right hand. Although his fingers and palm were covered in bloody cuts, Ning Fei didn’t seem to care much. He cleaned it up quickly, his movements were bold and unrestrained, which could be described as dashing, or harshly as being rough with himself.

After Ning Fei finished disinfecting, Director Duan handed him a small spray bottle: “Use this to stop the bleeding first.”

Ning Fei crumpled the used alcohol wipes in his left hand: “This…”

Director Duan took a clean vomit bag from the storage compartment of the car door. Ning Fei thought to himself that this car was really well-equipped. He threw away the wipes, took the medicine bottle and sprayed it all over his hand.

It was just a liquid film, less stinging than alcohol. After spraying it, he only felt a slight tightness around the wound. After this spray, Director Duan was waiting with a bandage.

Normally, Ning Fei could bandage with one hand in minutes, and wouldn’t even bother with further bandaging after the liquid film. However, the “Good Samaritan” was waiting there with a straight face, and Ning Fei found him quite interesting, so he deliberately said: “Director Duan, I can’t operate a bandage with one hand.”

Director Duan replied coldly: “I didn’t ask you to perform acrobatics.”

“Director Duan is so humorous.” Ning Fei laughed and stretched his hand in front of the other party without hesitation, shamelessly enjoying the other party’s bandaging service.

But Director Duan didn’t move for several seconds.

Ning Fei saw him staring at his hand without moving, and thought he was calculating how to bandage so many wounds in his head, so he reminded: “Don’t bandage the fingers, just bandage the palm casually.”

Director Duan pointed to the burn on his finger and asked, “How did this happen?”

Whether he told the truth or made up a lie, it would be a bit troublesome to explain, so Ning Fei said: “Just trying to scare someone.”

“‘Scare’?” Director Duan tilted his head and glanced at him, “This looks a bit like a burn. Knife wounds and burns, what exactly happened to you, an agent?”

“Why are you interrogating me again?” Ning Fei raised his eyebrows, “If you think I’m covered in blood and look like I’ve killed someone, just let me out of the car.”

“You? Kill someone?” Director Duan’s gaze obviously turned around Ning Fei twice, and made a judgment, “You can’t kill anyone.”

Ning Fei, who was underestimated: …Then the scene of me going crazy just now could shock you for a whole year.

“Um…” Taking advantage of the silence between the two, the assistant in the front row suddenly turned his head and asked, “For knife wounds, do you need to get a tetanus shot?”

Director Duan looked at Ning Fei: “Is there rust on the knife?”

Ning Fei looked at the roof of the car: “Probably not.”

Director Duan: “Get a shot.”

*

Twenty minutes later, Ning Fei got a tetanus shot in the car.

Director Duan’s assistant probably thought it would be too scary for Ning Fei to get out of the car and walk around like this, so he called a doctor from a private clinic to give him a shot in the underground parking lot. The doctor saw Ning Fei’s hand wrapped in a bandage, his body covered in a fishy and black smell, and dutifully asked if he needed to check other places or bandage the wound properly. Ning Fei once again said no, it wasn’t his blood. As for the bandage on his hand, he thought it was fine as it was, no need to re-bandage.

The doctor left in a daze.

When the car started again, the silent Director Duan suddenly said, “With so much blood on you, if you say it’s not yours, he’ll definitely think you just messed someone up.”

“Didn’t Director Duan say I couldn’t mess anyone up?” Ning Fei directly gave him a “boomerang”, tidying up the clothes he had torn open for the injection, and replied, “Besides, I’m in your car, the doctor will only think you’re an accomplice too.”

Director Duan’s answer was only three words: “He won’t.”

Ning Fei shrugged: “Okay.”

After a while, Ning Fei confirmed that the other party was focused on looking at the scenery outside the window and wouldn’t continue the conversation, so he took out his phone and swiped again.

As a result, after a while, Director Duan threw another piece of torn alcohol wipe over: “Don’t you mind the phone screen being smeared?”

Ning Fei looked at him a little unexpectedly, seemingly not knowing when this man had turned his head to look at him again, and even noticed the bloodstained phone screen, then smiled: “Thanks.”

Director Duan’s gaze fell on his right hand that had just picked up the phone, and then seemingly unintentionally said, “Why didn’t you let the doctor re-bandage it just now?”

Ning Fei freed his right hand and shook it: “Why re-bandage? I think it’s fine as it is.”

Director Duan turned his head to look out the window again: “Whatever.”

*

In the end, Ning Fei really went home with Director Duan.

Standing in the entrance of the large flat, Ning Fei sighed that this Director Duan was really bold. Someone he had only met twice, and covered in blood, was just brought home like this. But the other party had his business card, and had mentioned Gu Hechen and Su Cenxi, so had he been investigated?

Thinking about it the other way around, Ning Fei, who didn’t even know the other person’s name, got into the car and went home with him, seemed even more “easy to deceive”. Only Ning Fei himself was not an ordinary person, and he also quite believed in his own judgment of people, so he followed all the way into the house.

“What are you standing there for?”

Director Duan turned his head and found that Ning Fei was still rooted in the entrance, and reminded, “No need to change shoes.”

“I was thinking…” Ning Fei raised his right hand, appreciating the bandage on it from the front and back, and slowly said, “I’m all bandaged up, I’ve had the tetanus shot, why did I come to your house? Wouldn’t it be better to just ask you to help me send me home?”

Director Duan: “…”

He seemed unmoved, but the fact that he didn’t answer immediately was enough to prove the fluctuations in his heart. Ning Fei admired this silent embarrassment for a few seconds, and then took a step forward before the other party turned cold: “But since I’m already here, can I borrow your bathroom?”

This time it was Director Duan’s turn to stand there motionless, and Ning Fei walked over and bumped him with his unbloodied left shoulder: “If you don’t show me the way, I’ll wander around, don’t blame me if I break into somewhere I shouldn’t.”

The man then raised his hand and pointed: “There. There are disposable toiletries in the cabinet, and the towels should be clean.”

“So thoughtful.” Ning Fei glanced at it and saw that it should be a public bathroom, not Director Duan’s own master bathroom, “Director Duan often keeps people overnight?”

“I’ll say it again, don’t be so horny.” Director Duan said coldly, “Wash up and leave.”

Ning Fei said: “What if I don’t want to leave?”

Director Duan: “…”

Ning Fei continued to himself: “By the way, can you have flash delivery upstairs here? I’ll buy a set of clothes to change into.”

Director Duan finally moved, turned around, and walked towards a corridor without looking back. He didn’t call Ning Fei, but Ning Fei consciously followed until the man pushed open a frosted glass door.

“I basically don’t wear the clothes here, and they may not be my size, wear them directly if you can.”

Ning Fei poked his head in and found that it was more of a showroom than a cloakroom. All kinds of brand-name suits and individual pieces, all kinds of styles and colors, but they didn’t visually clash, but were arranged in a staggered and orderly manner. Ning Fei was amazed and said, “Director Duan, it’s a bit valuable.”

Director Duan came up with a “rich person” statement: “They are neither unique nor custom-made, what’s ‘valuable’ about them?”

Ning Fei pointed out: “These things probably can’t be washed.”

Director Duan: “No need to return them.”

Ning Fei was amused: “Giving them to me? Is that considered an advance for my overnight fee tonight?”

The man frowned immediately upon hearing this: “Don’t try to…”

“You don’t want to, but I want to, okay?” Ning Fei interrupted him, “No more than three times, if you agree, I won’t leave tonight.”

Director Duan looked at him a little suspiciously.

“What, afraid I’ll steal your things?” Ning Fei laughed, “You already know my identity, I can’t escape. Or I’ll wash up and leave, and when you’re free tonight, call me. Anywhere is fine with me.”

Director Duan was silent for a second, then raised his eyebrows slightly: “Tonight? Are you sure?”

“Otherwise?” Ning Fei said, “There’s no time like the present. Of course, if you have other things to do, then we’ll talk about it later.”

Director Duan stared into his eyes, seemingly discerning something, then finally nodded: “Okay.”

*

The man left before Ning Fei finished washing, it seemed he really had something to do.

It wasn’t until after eight o’clock in the evening that the door was opened again. The man stood in the entrance, looking at the darkness inside the house, the surroundings were so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and he narrowed his eyes.

After standing for a few seconds, he chuckled and walked into the house. His phone circled in his right palm, he raised it up and unlocked it, but didn’t immediately follow up with the next action. Staring at the dial button for a while, the man finally moved his gaze away and went to click on the smart home APP.

With his operation, the lights in the large flat lit up in a series.

“…Huh?”

The sound coming from the living room made the man pause, then he quickly walked towards the sofa, looked over the back of the sofa and saw: “You didn’t leave?”

Ning Fei, who was awakened by the light, frowned and squinted, as if it took him a while to see who was above him: “Ah, you’re back…”

His voice was still a little hoarse, and he got up from the sofa as he spoke, raking his hair: “What time is it?”

The man glanced at his watch: “Eight thirty-two. Why are you dressed like this?”

Ning Fei also just happened to pick up his phone and take a look, and when he heard this, he looked up at him: “What do you mean ‘dressed like this’? This is the bathrobe in your bathroom, didn’t you say I can wear whatever I want?”

The man saw Ning Fei’s head resting on the back of the sofa, the bathrobe was loose and revealing, his gaze could almost penetrate straight in from the neckline, and said in a deep voice: “I said you could wear anything in the cloakroom.”

“Why are you pretending?” Ning Fei raised his hand, his index finger pointed vaguely at the other party’s face, “We’re going to strip it off anyway, it’s fine to wear anything casually.”

The man’s face was serious, but he grabbed his wrist, looked at the bandage in his palm: “Why didn’t you change the bandage when you took a shower?”

“I couldn’t bear to, I wrapped it in plastic wrap when I washed.” Ning Fei smiled, threw away his phone with his other hand, raised his hand to grab his tie, and pulled him down, “Stop talking nonsense, Director Duan—”

The two kissed backwards, but it still seemed to fit very well.

Then the “Good Samaritan” took the time to ask a caring question: “Have you had dinner?”

“I ate, I raided your fridge and made a sandwich.” Ning Fei thought it was very funny to answer this at this time, so he laughed, “If your wine cabinet wasn’t locked, I could have stolen a bottle of your wine.”

Director Duan generously gave another big giveaway: “I’ll let you choose two bottles later.”

“Okay.” Ning Fei said happily, “But Director Duan, are you planning to do it here, or are you planning to take me to experience one of your bedrooms?”

Director Duan was very straightforward: “Go to the master bedroom.”

Ning Fei: “Wow…”

He had just started to sigh when the phone’s ringtone suddenly interrupted him. He picked up the phone and saw Su Cenxi’s call clearly written on the screen.

Before Ning Fei could say anything, the “Good Samaritan” who glanced over from the side chuckled and mocked, “It seems you’re going to be busy again.”

Ning Fei directly rejected the call, turned off the phone, and threw it away.

The man raised his eyebrows in a little surprise.

“I know my ‘past record’ makes you unhappy, I apologize. This time I resolutely choose you.” Ning Fei reached out to him, “Is my master bedroom tour qualification still valid?”

The “Good Samaritan”‘s reaction to this was to walk around the sofa to Ning Fei, then lean down and directly pick him up.

“Hey…!” Ning Fei didn’t expect him to be so excited, and subconsciously grabbed his neck to stabilize himself, not forgetting to complain, “You must be the kind of person in the gym who deliberately adds weight to show off, and pretends to be okay on your face!”

Director Duan glanced at him: “You’ll know how much weight I can add later.”

The figures of the two quickly disappeared into the corridor leading to the master bedroom, and the living room returned to silence.