Upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuo’s gaze darkened.
He turned around, walked a few steps toward the skateboarder, and without a word, grabbed him by the collar.
“Delicate?” Jiang Zhuo gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger. “Of course she’s delicate!”
The person he had his eye on—no one but him was allowed to bully her!
The skateboarder wasn’t one to surrender easily either. He swung his skateboard at Jiang Zhuo, but Jiang Zhuo simply raised his arm to block the heavy blow. A loud “thud” echoed through the air.
Yet Jiang Zhuo didn’t even flinch, as if he felt no pain.
Seizing the opportunity, he kicked the skateboarder in the knee joint, then effortlessly sidestepped. The skateboarder stumbled forward, crashing to the ground along with his skateboard.
A sharp “crack” rang out—the skateboard had snapped under his own weight.
At the same time, his pained cries filled the air.
Cheng Sisi stood to the side, clearly stunned. She hadn’t expected Jiang Zhuo, who usually seemed so refined and gentlemanly, to have such a fierce side—and all to defend her.
“Ah, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts…”
The skateboarder began wailing again, as Jiang Zhuo had stepped on the back of his hand.
But stepping wasn’t enough—Jiang Zhuo ground his foot down hard.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts so much! I was wrong, I was wrong! Please, spare me!”
Jiang Zhuo crouched down and patted the skateboarder’s face. “You hit someone, and you think you can just walk away without a word?”
“N-no! I was wrong, I know I was wrong! I won’t do it again!”
The skateboarder immediately apologized, but Jiang Zhuo still wasn’t satisfied. “Who are you apologizing to?”
The skateboarder paused, then quickly understood. He looked up at Cheng Sisi.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I was wrong, I really was wrong! Please, be merciful and forgive me!”
The young man was clearly immature but carried an air of street toughness, likely the type who bullied the weak and feared the strong. When faced with someone tougher, he was quicker to grovel than anyone.
Cheng Sisi didn’t respond to him. Instead, she looked at the spilled soup and food scattered across the ground.
It had all spilled from her lunchbox, including the dishes she had cooked. Everything had been wasted because of his collision.
Strangely, when Jiang Zhuo saw the ruined meal on the ground, his eyes lit up.
Seeing Cheng Sisi’s heartfelt gift for Jiang Si destroyed brought him a secret joy.
Instantly, his anger subsided considerably because of this.
“Ah! It hurts!”
The skateboarder’s cries of pain snapped Cheng Sisi out of her gloomy thoughts.
Perhaps Jiang Zhuo had stepped down even harder, because he then said to the boy on the ground, “Who’s going to clean up this mess?”
“I will! I will!”
The skateboarder shouted, promising to clean the ground spotlessly.
Only then did Jiang Zhuo release him. The boy scrambled to his feet, knelt by Cheng Sisi’s feet, and immediately pulled off his T-shirt.
Seeing this, Cheng Sisi quickly turned away.
Jiang Zhuo remained, sternly supervising as the skateboarder used his T-shirt to scoop up the spilled food bit by bit, wrapping it up and tossing the ruined meal into the trash. For the remaining soup, he used the now filthy T-shirt to wipe and absorb the liquid.
Once the ground was completely dry, he looked up at Jiang Zhuo, asking if this was acceptable.
Jiang Zhuo didn’t speak, only giving him a look that said, “Get lost.”
He immediately stood up, retrieved the broken skateboard, and fled without looking back.
“It’s okay if the lunchbox fell, as long as you’re unharmed.”
Jiang Zhuo pretended to comfort Cheng Sisi, but inwardly, he was overjoyed.
“I know!” Cheng Sisi nodded, though her face remained clouded with worry. “I just feel it’s such a pity!”
“But there’s nothing we can do about it now. Going back to cook again isn’t realistic. Let’s just go inside.”
“Mm, okay!”
Cheng Sisi obediently pulled her gaze away from the trash can and followed Jiang Zhuo into the hospital.
She had just texted Jiang Xin, who said she had already gone to work at the company. Jiang Si had told her there was no need to stay with him any longer.
In other words, Jiang Si was now alone in the hospital room.
Cheng Sisi was still happy to see Jiang Si. He hadn’t come home the night before last or last night, and she felt as though it had been a long time since she’d seen him.
She decided she would stay at the hospital with him today.
Earlier in the car, Jiang Zhuo had mentioned he would be going to the company in the afternoon. That meant it would be just her and Jiang Si alone.
She thought to herself that it was time to have a clear talk with him.
She couldn’t keep lingering at the Jiang family’s home forever—after all, it wasn’t her home, and she couldn’t overstay her welcome.
Whatever the outcome, she had to face it.
If Jiang Si had no feelings for her, she wouldn’t cling to him stubbornly.
Although judging by Jiang Si’s attitude toward her, the chances were slim, but what if?
They say people in love are blind, but what if Jiang Si said they could give it a try?
Jiang Zhuo led her to the door of Jiang Si’s hospital room. The door was tightly shut, only slightly ajar.
To both her and Jiang Zhuo’s surprise, a woman’s voice could be heard from inside—definitely not Jiang Xin’s.
Cheng Sisi, in particular, was especially sensitive.
She couldn’t help but lean forward, hiding behind the door to peek inside.
What she saw made her heart clench.
Inside, on the hospital bed, besides Jiang Si lying there with his left leg in a cast, there was also a glamorous, seductively dressed woman sitting beside him.
Even from just a side profile, Cheng Sisi could see the unmistakable, intense affection on the woman’s face.
In her hands, she held a bowl, feeding Jiang Si.
Cheng Sisi abruptly turned around, not paying attention, and her nose bumped into Jiang Zhuo’s chest.
She winced in pain and quickly covered her nose, stepping back.
As she stepped back, two drops of blood dripped from her nose.
“I’m sorry!”
Jiang Zhuo immediately apologized, then anxiously bent down, picked her up, and hurried off, unsure where he was going.
“Jiang Zhuo, where are you taking me?”
“To see a doctor!”
“No need, it’s just a nosebleed. I don’t need to see a doctor!”
At that moment, compared to the pain in her heart, a nosebleed was nothing.
“Jiang Zhuo, put me down!”
She struggled incessantly, refusing to see a doctor no matter what. Jiang Zhuo had no choice but to set her down.
Once steady, she covered her nose and tilted her head back, trying to stop the bleeding.
As she looked up, two tears slid from the corners of her eyes.
“I’m sorry!” Jiang Zhuo cupped her face, wiping away her tears. “I hurt you, Sisi. I’m sorry!”
“No!” Cheng Sisi shook her head. “I bumped into you, not the other way around!”
As she shook her head, another tear fell from the corner of her eye.
Jiang Zhuo looked at her with pity, one hand supporting her face, the other gently stroking the top of her head, apologizing once more.
“I’m sorry, it must hurt a lot, right?”
She shook her head again, tears flowing even faster. “No, no, Jiang Zhuo, it’s not because it hurts!”
She was crying because her heart ached!
She had lost her love—her one-sided, unrequited crush had come to a complete end!