Jiaojiao, You Don't Want To... [Yandere Reverse Harem Novel]

Chapter 11 (1/2)

The private hospital ward was luxuriously furnished, but it was still a ward, no matter how lavish.

So, when Wen Zhijiao swept her gaze across the beautiful chandeliers, wall lamps, bedside lamps, television, sofa, coffee table, and all the other furnishings within the ward, it only took a few minutes. She had to turn her attention to Jiang Yuancheng in front of her.

Jiang Yuancheng was wearing loose hospital gown. His deep features were slightly bruised, and the sleeve of his gown was rolled up, revealing thick bandages on his hand. His forehead was also covered with gauze, and his black hair fell over his gray eyes, giving him a melancholic and detached air.

His thin lips were tightly pressed together, his breathing was slightly rapid, and his eyes were fixed on her. "You... came out on your own?"

Jiang Yuancheng seemed to be struggling to control his tongue, the bluish-green veins on his neck twitched slightly. "Here?"

Only two sentences, and Wen Zhijiao found, to her despair, that she understood what he was saying. He was surprised that she had not only snuck out, but had also come to visit Pei Ye.

However, Wen Zhijiao wasn't the only one who understood Jiang Yuancheng's words. Pei Ye did too.

When he heard Jiang Yuancheng's two short sentences, Pei Ye's black eyes widened suddenly, the hand holding the brocade box convulsed, and his mind went blank for a second.

…She snuck out just to see him?

Just this thought, his head couldn't help but turn to the side, his shoulder instinctively raised to rub his hot ear. He couldn't help but purse his lips, biting the flesh inside his cheek. The sharp pain brought him back to his senses.

"Jiaojiao, why?" Jiang Yuancheng's voice was steady, but his pupils trembled, his expression gloomy. "What did Pei Ye do to you?"

His body suddenly leaned closer, his hand already imprisoning Wen Zhijiao's arm.

…You secretly ask me, secretly deceive me! Why are you asking so openly!

Wen Zhijiao thought to herself, screaming in her heart, but immediately used her hand to press against his back, looking up at him, her eyes filled with reassurance, "Yuancheng, calm down, he didn't—"

"Jiang Yuancheng!"

Pei Ye's voice interrupted her, instantly breaking the tension between them.

Jiang Yuancheng and Wen Zhijiao both looked towards Pei Ye.

Pei Ye said with a tight face, "I saw her and forced her to come."

He raised his head, looking at Jiang Yuancheng with almost provocative eyes, a smile on his lips, revealing his canine teeth. "You even smashed my car for her, ignoring our brotherhood. Don't blame me for taking it out on her."

Jiang Yuancheng's eyes turned cold, he looked down at her.

Wen Zhijiao held his hand, her face pale as she shook her head. "Let's go, Yuancheng, let's go home."

But Jiang Yuancheng didn't move. He raised his hand, grabbed her arm, the cold temperature against her skin sent a shiver through her. His hand moved to her shoulder, stopping at her cheek, gently brushing away the stray hair that clung to her face, helping her fix her hair.

Wen Zhijiao keenly sensed that the direction of this incident was different this time. The next second, Jiang Yuancheng leaned close to her ear and whispered, "When did Pei Ye contact you?"

She was stunned. "What?"

Jiang Yuancheng smiled, his gray eyes were emotionless like inorganic glass beads, his tone gentle. "I can only tolerate this trick once."

The next second, he released his grip on her hand, quickly walked to the window by Pei Ye's bed, raised his hand, and grabbed Pei Ye's collar with a firm and steady grip, forcefully pushing him back.

Pei Ye hadn't reacted in time, and his shoulder was already injured. With this blow, his head and back hit the bed with a muffled thud, a low groan escaped his throat.

Jiang Yuancheng knelt on one leg by the bed, the engagement ring on his finger sparkled, his hand tightly gripped Pei Ye. "Take it out."

Pei Ye was momentarily dizzy, his face pale, he gritted his teeth, reached out and grabbed Jiang Yuancheng's hair, his face also became fierce.

"You... dare to pinch me? You're crazy, I'm telling you—"

"Bang—!"

A loud bang suddenly interrupted his words.

Jiang Yuancheng raised the hand holding his cane and slammed it against the bedside lamp. A crisp sound exploded above their heads, glass shards from the bulb rained down on them.

"Don't make me say it again." His eyes showed a kind of combative excitement, he grabbed the glass shards on the bed and pressed them against Pei Ye's face, tilted his head and laughed, "When I came in, what did you hide under the blanket? Take it out."

In the ward, only Jiang Yuancheng's laughter with a hint of breathiness could be heard.

Wen Zhijiao and Pei Ye both froze in place.

Pei Ye's peripheral vision caught the sharp shards, feeling the sharpness on his face, he almost lost his voice, his face filled with disbelief. "Brother, you..."

Pei Ye was the youngest of the four, and he was well taken care of by his older brothers. Strangely, he was closer to Jiang Yuancheng than his actual cousin Xie Guanhe, and they were closer to each other. Although Jiang Yuancheng was taciturn and gloomy, he was also the most caring brother to him.

But when did Jiang Yuancheng become so extreme?

Pei Ye had an answer in his heart. It was after he went to City C in high school and brought Wen Zhijiao back. At that time, he became withdrawn, rarely participated in their gatherings, and refused to let them know about or approach his life with Wen Zhijiao. Now, he had almost forgotten their friendship, only for... the thing in his hand that Wen Zhijiao had given him, or rather, only for Wen Zhijiao.

He looked at Wen Zhijiao behind Jiang Yuancheng. Her hands were clutching her skirt, and under her fluffy curls, a pair of moist black eyes were as clear and helpless as a deer's. The breeze blew, and she was as ethereal as a wisp of smoke, about to dissipate.

There was no need to hide it anymore, it was time to explain everything.