The Forty-Ninth Night (1)
Jiang Ran asked Uncle Zhou to take her to the entrance to the small neighborhood and got out of the car. She took off his overcoat and thanked him.
“Er Huang, let’s go.”
“Woof.”
Uncle Zhou waited until the person and the dog had reached a far-off distance before driving away.
“Miss Jiang!” the guard saw Jiang Ran and immediately called out to her, “Your friend came to find you just now and left your clothes and bag here.”
Jiang Ran froze for a moment before recalling that she had left the wedding in a rush. She hadn’t even taken her bag and her keys were still in it…
“Thank you.” She put on the white down jacket and took her bag from the security guard. They must have been sent by Yan Huanhuan.
After opening the door, Jiang Ran saw the small stool behind it. Her eyebrows rose in surprise, and she finally understood how Er Huang had gotten out. “Er Huang, you are really becoming smarter.”
“Woof, woof.” Feng Jing squatted on the ground and pretended to be obedient.
Jiang Ran put the stool back in place and charged her phone. The phone rang constantly as soon as it switched on.
Jiang Ran had a slight headache. She didn’t check her phone immediately and instead went into her bedroom to take her dress off. Feng Jing, who was behind her, was caught off guard and turned his blushing face to the other side.
By the time she was done changing, the phone finally stopped ringing. She looked at the missed call, and …. There were hundreds of WeChat messages.
【Yan Huanhuan: Jiang Ran, where did you go? Don’t you need your clothes and bag anymore?】
【Yan Huanhuan: Why can’t I get through to your phone?】
【Yan Huanhuan: I’ve left your things with your security guard.】
【Yan Huanhuan: F*ck! Jiang Ran! I think I saw you on Weibo! Tell me that it’s not you!】
【Yan Huanhuan: They are saying that you are Feng Jing’s girlfriend on Weibo, grrr [emoji: Smiling]】
Jiang Ran sighed and called Yan Huanhuan who answered almost immediately.
- So you DO know how to call someone back!!!
“Sorry—” Jiang Ran directly sat on the ground. “I had powered it off earlier while in the hospital, and after that, my phone’s battery died.”
- …. Yan Huanhuan was silent for a while before saying… You really were at the hospital!
There were two photos of #Feng Jing’s Girlfriend# that were being widely circulated on Weibo. One only had a backside picture and the other only showed half of the girl’s face, proving it a bit difficult to recognize the person. But she and Jiang Ran had grown up together and she could recognize her friend even if she just showed a finger, not to mention she was wearing a bridesmaid dress.
Because the clothes were too conspicuous, almost all people in the Wechat wedding group who were there collecting Du Xiaoyun’s red envelopes were asking whether Feng Jing’s girlfriend was one of the bridesmaids today.
Jiang Ran hugged her legs and didn’t say anything. When she was in the hospital today, Feng Jing’s agent had told her to ignore outside rumors and leave everything to Feng Jing after he woke up.
Feng Jing squatted next to Jiang Ran and snuggled against her. Jiang Ran raised her gaze, glanced at him, and petted his back.
- If you don’t speak, I’ll take that as a yes! How did you come to know Feng Jing? It couldn’t be from that time when he touched your head and you two just decided to hook up?
“Huanhuan, can we just talk about this later? I’m tired today.”
Right from the beginning of the day, she was busy at the wedding, and then she frantically rushed to the hospital. It has been a grueling day.
- Okay …
Although Yan Huanhuan had lots of words to say and a heart full of questions in her heart, she decided to stay silent.
- “So how is Feng Jing now? Is he seriously injured?”
“He’s stable now, but he hasn’t woken up after the operation.”
- “As long as he is okay,” Yan Huanhuan said after a pause. “So you’re really Feng Jing’s girlfriend?!”
Jiang Ran: “—”
She can only put up so many defenses…
She can only put up so many defenses…
After ending the call with Yan Huanhuan, she told Zhao Ke that she would temporarily stop making deliveries, and logged out from WeChat. Looking at Feng Jing’s face on her phone’s wallpaper, Jiang Ran’s bright eyes wavered.
Although the doctor said that the operation was a success, when she recalled his pale face, she was still very worried. She clicked on the photo album and opened the video on the right. This was a video of him cooking, which was recorded by Jiang Ran when Feng Jing came over last time. Not much time had passed since then, but now it felt like she was so far away from the person on the screen.
“Wow, Film Emperor Feng’s chopping skills don’t look as good as the person himself.”
“Film Emperor Feng, how many times have you cooked before?”
“I have never counted. I don’t cook often, but I still do it occasionally.”
“Who usually cooks for you then?”
……
As Jiang Ran continued watching, she could not control her tears, wetting Er Huang’s fur in the process. Feng Jing nuzzled up against her consolingly, licked the tears on her face, and whined a few times.
“Er Huang, do you think Feng Jing will be okay?” Jiang Ran wiped her tears, looked at Er Huang, and asked.
“Woof, woof.” Definitely. Didn’t the doctor say everything was all right?
“Will he have any after effects, like amnesia after waking up?”
“Woof.” Probably not, after all, he still remembered everything clearly now.
After Jiang Ran cried, her mood became slightly better. She washed her face, Jiang Ran went into the kitchen to prepare some soup for Feng Jing. She would bring it when she visited him tomorrow though she didn’t know if he would wake up or whether he could drink soup.
When she finished stewing the soup over low heat, she finally sat down in front of her computer. She planned to go on Weibo to see what it was like online now.
Who knew that as soon as she touched the mouse, the screen of the computer was lit up, and the page displayed was Weibo.
Jiang Ran frowned.
Didn’t she turn off the computer when she left? No, she clearly remembered turning it off.
Even if she didn’t, there was no way to explain the news about Feng Jing on the page now. When she left in the morning, there was no news about Feng Jing’s accident. She couldn’t have searched for his news online at that time, right?
Feng Jing, who was squatting beside her, broke out in a cold sweat. He had left in a hurry and forgot to turn off the computer.
As expected, Jiang Ran turned her head and stared at him.
“Woof.” I’m just a dog. I know nothing.
“—” Jiang Ran frowned slightly, sizing up the native mutt in front of her, “Er Huang, did you turn the computer on?”
“Woof, woof.” I just accidentally pressed the power button, I don’t know anything else!
“Huh?” Jiang Ran was still observing him, figuring out what was going on.
Feng Jing was guilty beyond belief, but the possibility of him turning into a dog was so bizarre that a normal person could not imagine it. Even if she had doubts, she couldn’t really believe it, so he felt a little reassured.
Jiang Ran did find it very bizarre. There was only Er Huang in the house, and the computer couldn’t turn on by itself. Even if it was turned on, it couldn’t have opened Weibo to search for Feng Jing’s accident, right?
She thought of what Uncle Zhou had said in the car, that her dog had become a Yao1Yao: Chinese mythical creature that can transform into a human form through cultivating the Dao.