allonlinenovel Chapter 183 Spoil Your Uncle
Chapter 183 Spoil Your Uncle
"My left radius was fractured, and two ribs were broken. I was supposed to be discharged in a week, but my parents were worried and forced me to stay for another week..."
"Have I visited you in the hospital during this time?"
"……No……"
"Haha, then you must have sent me a lot of messages to harass me."
"! I didn't... well, I did. But that wasn't 'harassment', that was playing the victim!"
"What? Is there a difference between the two? Okay, stop talking nonsense and continue."
"Ah... Anyway, on the fifth day of playing the victim, Ah Yue sent over a bunch of lisianthus and a basket of fruit. She also wrote on the card that the Siamese boxer with the 'iron stick' had been dealt with by you, and told me not to worry and to just focus on recovering..."
"Well, that's great. So even though we've only known each other for three months and we're not even that familiar with each other, I can do this for you. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
"..."
"Speak. What's with that expression?"
The sun was shining brightly outside the window, but Jiang Siyue was sitting on a single sofa in the backlight with her legs crossed, her arms folded over her chest, looking down at Zhou Shiyan.
The latter was seen kneeling upright at the former's feet, with his head bowed and his lips pressed into a straight line in a look of grievance.
Three minutes ago, this man was considered disrespectful for calling his wife "Jiang". As soon as he finished speaking, he consciously found the right position and knelt down to his wife with a plop.
Now he has honestly described his miserable experience in his previous life, in which he earned 60,000 yuan from fighting underworld boxing, but spent 160,000 yuan on hospitalization and had to wear a "plaster hand" for two months.
"That just sounds good..." Zhou Shiyan stole a glance at Jiang Siyue's calm face, and finally whispered, "In fact, the flowers are wilted and the fruits are bad..."
"A Yue still refuses to admit that she deliberately tricked me into going to Mr. Mengtai's boxing ring to fight an illegal boxing match so that she could kill with a borrowed knife and prevent me from bothering you for a while..."
"Only the 60,000 yuan under the fruit basket is real."
"..."
Jiang Siyue initially thought that this guy's words were somewhat fabricated. After all, sending flowers to a patient would never happen to her, let alone writing a card.
But now she believes it.
This outrageous and unethical "surprise" way of giving money, and her mouth that is harder than steel, are something that people who don't know her really can't come up with even if they rack their brains.
"You..." Jiang Siyue was speechless. After much hesitation, she finally chose to lightly kick his knee, "Get up."
Zhou Shiyan seemed to have regained his dignity and knelt down confidently: "I won't. Ah Yue hasn't apologized to me yet."
"?" Jiang Siyue repeatedly confirmed this sentence, almost unable to hold back her laughter, "No, you're kneeling? You want me to apologize?"
"Yes," Zhou Shiyan looked up proudly into her eyes and said firmly, "Is there a problem?"
Jiang Siyue looked at him in disbelief, thinking to herself, "It's not the apology that's wrong, it's your brain that's wrong, right?"
"Okay, okay, I was wrong. I'm sorry!" But she always had a preference for "mentally retarded children" and did as she was told even though she was reluctant. "Are you satisfied? Hurry up and get up!"
The mentally retarded child got what he wanted and finally stood up as he was told. He even took advantage of the situation and sat down next to her.
"Oh, actually I'm not mad at Ah Yue. It's because Ah Yue is so nice and I like her so much..."
Jiang Siyue glanced at the head nestled on his left shoulder calmly: "You're pushing your luck."
The head said happily: "Then Ah Yue has to give an inch before I can move forward, right? But I feel that this is more like 'taking advantage of one's favor and becoming arrogant'~"
Jiang Siyue's eyes darkened, and she was completely enraged by his shamelessness: "Fuck your uncle - get out of here!"
……
Eight o'clock in the evening, Sano River.
A medium-sized luxury cruise ship is sailing slowly on the water.
The boat was brightly lit and the music was melodious.
In the main deck banquet hall, the atmosphere of a luxurious dinner party was in full swing with the clinking of glasses.
Jiang Siyue wore a gray-green three-piece suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and long straight hair. Holding a glass of champagne, he walked effortlessly among the elegant ladies.
It was not until she politely declined the 34th female guest's invitation to dance that she finally saw Shen Zelan in a purple formal dress walking towards her from not far away.
"Which one is it tonight?" Boss Shen's eyes had already reached him before he even showed up.
Boss Jiang was hit innocently, and for a moment he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and immediately walked towards her.
"Beautiful lady, may I have the honor of inviting you to the terrace to admire the moon?"
The arrogant Boss Shen was coaxed into submission in an instant, and an idea suddenly struck him: "Of course. But I think the most beautiful moonlight in the world is already before my eyes."
"..." Boss Shen's "rainbow fart" always started at 0 frames, and every time he praised her boss, he was caught off guard. "You're doing this again, huh?"
Shen Zelan raised his eyebrows proudly and whispered, "Boss, you are now one of the largest suppliers of 'military-grade special metals' in the Middle East."
"He's so young and worth tens of billions...what's wrong with bragging?"
Jiang Siyue took a seemingly casual sip of champagne and whispered, "Stop it. I asked you to make up a random identity for me as a 'racing car tuner', and you came right up and exposed my past."
"Besides, I secretly confiscated those minerals eight hundred years ago. Now I'm not even a figurehead... You're not afraid that there are the president's spies in this place."
Shen Zelan said indifferently, "If there is, then there is. Besides, the most sensitive person on this ship should be that Young Master Zhou who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, right?"
"If we have to catch someone, we'll catch him first, and I'll definitely take the opportunity to help you escape."
Jiang Siyue was stunned. Then she remembered that she was so busy persuading her to sign the contract yesterday that she seemed to have forgotten to tell Shen Zelan that she was getting married to Zhou Shiyan. She couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.
"Um, Zelan..."
However, just as she was about to briefly tell Shen Zelan about this matter, the expressions of both of them suddenly changed at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a red suit and a floral shirt, who looked very similar to the gangster boss in Hong Kong dramas, walked out hurriedly from behind Jiang Siyue.
"Hey Boss Shen, long time no see!"
Shen Zelan nodded calmly to the man, "Boss Di."
The visitor was the organizer of this dinner and the official boss of Nanlingshan Jiying Racing Club - Ti Lung.
"Oh, Boss Shen, you're so polite!" Dillon clinked glasses with her warmly, then looked at Jiang Siyue, "Ah, I guess this is Boss Yue from the 'hard goods' business? I've heard a lot about you!"
"I heard your name in Southern Europe a few years ago, but I didn't expect you to be so young!"
"When Boss Shen wrote to me last night saying you were coming, I was really surprised!"
Jiang Siyue pushed his glasses calmly and said with a polite smile, "Boss Di, you're too kind. You speak Shenzhou dialect very well."
Dillon clinked his glass with hers and said modestly, "Not at all. You and Boss Shen are both from China, so please don't think I'm showing off."
"Boss Di is interested in learning Chinese culture, so why would we think you're showing off?" Jiang Siyue spotted a figure surrounded by a crowd in front of him, and then changed the subject, "Hey, Boss Di, who's that person at the dance floor...?"
Shen Zelan and Dillon immediately looked in the direction her cup pointed.
I saw a young man with black hair and slicked back hair leaning against the bar, his slender fingers clasping an untouched glass of whiskey. In front of him were a dozen men and women who came to chat.
But the young man did not show any dissatisfaction on the surface, instead he kept a faint smile on his face.
It seemed that the three gazes were too "burning". The bored young man suddenly realized something. His eyes looked straight across the crowd and accurately locked onto Jiang Siyue, who was the first to look at him.
"You two may not know, that person... is Mr. Heron."