Ski Into Love (Hush, the king is hibernating) [Requested]

Part 49

Chapter 49: Family

Wei Zhi crouched on the ground, clutching her phone, almost as still as a trash can on the street. She looked dazed, but the man had no intention of letting her off the hook.

He leaned against the wall, exuding an air of "if you don't speak, we can stand here until the end of time."

With the phone still pressed to his ear, Jiang Nanfeng called out a couple of times, only to hear Wei Zhi's shaky breaths.

After a moment, he kindly said, "It's okay; I don't mind being the back of your hand."

Then he hung up.

Shan Chong walked up to Wei Zhi, who was crouched down to his thigh level, so he looked down at her from above.

"Lost your voice?" he asked.

The young girl's lips trembled, her hair disheveled.

After a moment of struggling to breathe, she managed to say, "...I wasn't talking bad about you."

Her tone was particularly aggrieved as if to say, "I didn't do anything wrong; why are you making me feel this way?"

"I was just curious, asking a question. I didn't scold you," he replied, his tone still languid.

At that moment, he stood before her, the scent of blood mingling with disinfectant wafting from him.

Wei Zhi lowered her gaze to his snow boots for a while, gradually feeling the overpowering smell of blood fill the air, invading her nostrils.

Frowning, she stopped pretending to be dead, grabbed the man's pants for leverage, and stood up on her tiptoes to look at his hand.

His palm was half-raised at chest level, and the bandages wrapped around it were layered, but blood was seeping through the center.

And it seemed to be spreading.

"What happened?" she exclaimed.

"Isn't there any way to stop the bleeding?"

"Yeah," the man replied, his eyes downcast.

"You guessed it; I need stitches. The medical room at the snow resort doesn't have the facilities for that. I need to drive down the mountain."

"??? Then why aren't you leaving?"

Wei Zhi genuinely didn't understand what was going through his mind.

"Why are you just standing here chatting?"

Her expression was serious, her slightly chubby face taut with tension.

Although she lacked authority, she was filled with emotion.

Her voice was hoarse, and her nose was red.

Shan Chong certainly knew he should leave quickly.

He glanced at her, watching her flap her arms as she jumped up, and thought it was strange that he was usually the one scolding and directing her, but now she was the one urging him. He couldn't help but want to chat with her a bit more.

So he bent slightly, leaning closer to her—close enough that their noses almost touched.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, unavoidably. "Have you been crying?"

Wei Zhi froze at his words, unwilling to let him see, and immediately turned her head away.

The man maintained his bent posture, briefly curling his lips at her turned face. He didn't press her further, straightening up slowly and saying, "Alright, I see you care about your master now. It wasn't in vain that I held back from breaking your legs out of love."