The Twenty-Fifth Night (2)
【Da Keke Purchase: Mr. Feng, are you there?】
Five simple words, and because her hands were still shaking, Jiang Ran edited it for a long time before sending the message. As Feng Jing watched her send a message to him, his heart suddenly grieved.
“Woof, woof, woof.” He lay beside Jiang Ran and rubbed her with his head. I am here, I am here.
“Er Huang.” Jiang Ran looked at him, raised her hand, and rubbed its head.
“Xiao Jiang! Xiao Jiang, what happened to you?”
Suddenly, the door was fiercely knocked upon. It was Sister Wang who lived next door. It should be that she heard some noise, and hence dropped by to investigate. Jiang Ran calmed down, barely stood up, and opened the door for her.
Seeing Jiang Ran’s face filled with cold sweat, Sister Wang was startled. “What happened? I heard the sound of your dog barking and other noises.”
“A thief snuck in, I have already called the police,” Jiang Ran said.
“What?! How do the security guards of the community patrol?”
Speak of the devil!
The moment Sister Wang mentioned the security guards, they arrived at the scene with the property management company in tow.
“Miss Jiang, are you okay?” Three people came from the security guards team, plus one person from the property management company, in total four people gathered together.
Jiang Ran shook her head and said, “I’m fine. But my dog is injured.”
“It’s fine that you are ok, what about that thief?”
“I knocked him down and tied him up inside.”
“Okay, we also called the police just now, you can rest assured.” The head of the security guards let the other two enter the bedroom to control the thief first, then looked at Jiang Ran and said, “On the way, we also encountered another thief running away, these two are quite something, stealing from houses on the fifth to the seventh floors.”
As soon as Sister Wang heard this, she blew her top. “How dare you say that?! We pay such high property management charges every month, and this is the work you do? If Xiao Jiang’s dog had not found the thief today, the houses in this building would’ve all been robbed!”
Jiang Ran was neither in the mood nor had the energy to listen to their squabble, so returned to the living room alone. Er Huang lay beside her, so quiet he didn’t even bark.
After Sister Wang was done reprimanding the security guards, she went to the kitchen, poured a cup of hot water for Jiang Ran, and passed it to her. “Drink some hot water. Keep warm.”
“Thank you.” Jiang Ran took a sip; the heat flowed from her throat to her heart, she did feel much more comfortable.
Sister Wang glanced at the dog lying on the ground, and said, “I really underestimated your dog before. It’s really useful when met with adversity. But, its injury, what do you need to deal it with? “
“Yes.” Jiang Ran put down the cup and pointed to the TV cabinet. “There is a first aid kit below, please help me get it.”
“Ok.”
Jiang Ran held Er Huang and looked at his leg. The wound was deep, but fortunately, it had not hurt the bones. But the table in the living room was moved from how hard he was kicked onto it. She wasn’t sure if there were any other internal injuries as a result of that.
“Woof, woof.” Feng Jing licked her, seemingly telling her not to worry.
“Er Huang, I’ll deal with your injuries simply for now. Tomorrow, we will still need to go to the vet.”
“Woof.”
She cleaned Er Huang’s wound with alcohol, then put on some hemostatic medicine, finally wrapped it with gauze, and tied a bow on it. The bow was just done and the police arrived. Since it was really late, the police simply took a note of the happenings and hauled the thief away, but not before telling Jiang Ran to go to the police station to record a statement again tomorrow.
[MamaGoose: Er Huang, this jiejie would have howled in pain from the alcohol! Bless your soul, doggo- Ahem, ML!!]
After Jiang Ran promised them, the property management personnel, security guards, police, and Sister Wang finally left one by one.
There was only Jiang Ran and Er Huang left in the room. Looking at the messy living room, Jiang Ran sighed and fell on the sofa. Staring at the ceiling for a while, Jiang Ran took out her mobile phone and looked at WeChat.
Mr. Feng had still not replied.
It’s so late, he must be sleeping.
She put down her phone, picked up Er Huang and went back to the bedroom. With so many things happening tonight, she could not fall asleep. But with Er Huang beside her, she was finally assuaged somewhat.
Early the next morning, a sudden knock came from Jiang Ran’s door. She hadn’t slept well all night and was a little dizzy. She didn’t want to open the door, but the person was too persistent, the knock on the door never stopped.
“Miss Jiang, are you there?”
Jiang Ran spaced out for a while … It’s Mr. Feng’s voice.
She still had the phone in her hand. As soon as she raised her hand, she saw the time displayed on the phone- 06.01 a.m. …
So early …
She didn’t change her clothes, just put on the slippers and went to get the door. As soon as she opened it, she found the man outside was just in pajamas and slippers, the same as her.
But he hadn’t forgotten his face mask and baseball cap.
“Mr. Feng, why are you — “
Feng Jing said, “I saw the message you sent me, sorry I fell asleep last night.”
Jiang Ran smiled. “It is normal to be asleep at that time.”
Feng Jing pursed his lips, but couldn’t smile. “When I got up, I heard that this building was robbed last night, are you ok?”
“Yes, I’m fine but Er Huang is injured.” Jiang Ran realized that it was inconvenient chatting near the door wearing pajamas, so she invited him in. “Mr. Feng, come in first.”
“Ok.”
Er Huang too came out of the bedroom at this time, because of the wound on his leg he walked with a limp.
Feng Jing had been a little worried. He wondered how Er Huang’s mood would be, upon discovering that in a night’s sleep he had turned lame.
But at present, he seemed quite calm – just that his leg probably hurt, so it was not as spirited.
He walked over and touched Er Huang’s head, and asked, “How about Er Huang?”
“He was scratched by a knife. I just bandaged it simply, I’ll take it to the vet later.”
“Let me drive you there.”
Jiang Ran was just in need of help and did not refuse his kindness. “Thank you.”
“As you told me yesterday – No need to be so polite.” Feng Jing stood up, looked at Jiang Yan’s red eyes, and said, “Do you need another nap? I’ll buy some breakfast to go and call you later.”
“No, I can’t sleep.” Jiang Ran was actually a little scared. She was afraid that after she opened her eyes, a strange man would be standing in front of her bed again.
Feng Jing was keenly aware of her thoughts. After last night, anyone would be scared. Jiang Ran, a girl, had already responded quite well.
He thought for a while and said, “Ok, lend me your kitchen, I’ll make some simple breakfast. I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”
[MamaGoose: WHAT DO YOU MEAN, A GIR- *Tipper and Larkspur gag and haul MG away, apologize to beloved readers.*]
Jiang Ran froze and asked, “You can cook?”
“Yes, but perhaps it wouldn’t be that delicious.”
Jiang Ran smiled. “Well, I’ll lend you the kitchen, you can use everything in the refrigerator, as long as you don’t burn the kitchen.”
“— Rest assured, that’s impossible.”
“Then I’ll go to sleep for a while, take your time.” Jiang Ran yawned and returned to the bedroom. She didn’t know why, after seeing Mr. Feng, the uneasiness she felt in her heart the whole night had finally relaxed.
“Er Huang, you also go to bed,” Feng Jing rubbed Er Huang’s head.
“Woof.” Er Huang gave him a rub, then limped after Jiang Ran.
Feng Jing cooked a pot of vegetable porridge, fried eggs, and ham. He kept track of time and woke Jiang Ran up at half-past eight.
Jiang Ran had really fallen asleep this time. When she was awakened and saw Feng Jing, she spaced out for a while then regained consciousness.
“You’re done with making breakfast, Mr. Feng?”
“Yes, I am done. Come and eat after you freshen up.”
“Ok.”
Jiang Ran brushed her teeth, washed her face, brushed her hair, and then came out from the bedroom. Feng Jing had set breakfast on the table, with porridge, fried eggs, and cut fruit. It looked very rich.
“Wow, I really didn’t think you could actually make breakfast.” Jiang Ran pulled the stool and sat down at the table. “I always thought you were the rich kid who could do nothing.”
Feng Jing’s brows moved. “That’s how you look at me?”
“En, who let you be particularly rich and seemingly jobless?”
“—”
“But, aren’t you eating?” The breakfast on the table, although rich, was only set for one.
Feng Jing said, “I ate while you slept. This one is specially reserved for you.”
“— All right.”
It seems that Mr. Feng has decided not to take off his face mask today.