novelraw Chapter 0118 The fruit knife manufacturer went bankrupt
Chapter 0118 The fruit knife manufacturer went bankrupt
A weekend afternoon.
A rare moment of leisure.
Jiang Ci held a video conference in his study.
Wen Ning was alone in the living room.
She looked at the plate of cantaloupe that had just been delivered on the coffee table and suddenly felt like doing something.
For the past two weeks, she has been pampered and waited on hand and foot, to the point that her limbs are almost atrophied.
She felt guilty that he always had to serve her.
"Let's cut up a fruit platter."
Wen Ning thought to himself.
This is such a small matter, it's not enough to blow up the kitchen again.
She tiptoed into the kitchen.
Pick up the ceramic fruit knife.
The blade was very thin and gleamed coldly.
The cantaloupe rind is a bit hard.
Wen Ning held the melon down and cut it with force.
At this moment, Jiang Ci's slightly stern reprimanding voice came from the study.
Wen Ning was momentarily distracted, and the knife in his hand slipped.
"hiss--"
A sharp, stabbing pain.
Bright red blood beads instantly oozed from the tip of the index finger.
It slipped through my fingers and dripped onto the pale green watermelon rind.
shocking.
"what……"
Wen Ning let out a soft cry of pain.
She quickly put down the knife and tried to find tissues to stop the bleeding.
however.
Before she could even turn around...
A series of hurried and disordered footsteps came from behind.
It swept in like a gust of wind.
"Wen Ning?!"
Jiang Ci rushed into the kitchen.
He had vaguely heard her breathing and ran out without even closing the meeting.
At a glance.
He then saw the drop of blood that had fallen onto the cutting board.
And there's Wen Ning's bleeding finger, which he's holding up.
That instant.
Jiang Ci's pupils contracted sharply.
That bright red color was like a fire, instantly igniting his memories.
The fainting spell that almost cost her her life three years ago.
A few days ago, she had blisters on the back of her hand from being burned by coffee.
All the fears combined caused him to develop severe PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder).
"Don't move!"
He shouted sharply.
Take a few steps across.
He grabbed her wrist.
Wen Ning was startled by him.
"It's nothing, just a small cut..."
He hadn't finished speaking.
Jiang Ci had already lowered his head.
Without hesitation, he put her bleeding finger into his mouth.
Wen Ning froze.
That warm, moist sensation enveloped my fingertips.
The tip of her tongue gently swept across the wound, sucking the oozing blood.
It carries a primal, almost animalistic possessiveness, like a wild animal licking its wounds.
"Jiang Ci..."
Wen Ning blushed.
"Dirty..."
Jiang Ci ignored him.
He only released his mouth after he was sure the bleeding had stopped.
A trace of blood on his lips made his already pale face appear even more alluring.
But this allure was fleeting.
Instead, there was rage.
He turned his head.
He stared intently at the ceramic knife on the cutting board.
His eyes were fierce, as if he were looking at his father's killer.
"Who bought the knife?"
He gritted his teeth.
"So fast? So sharp?"
"Is this for human use? This is a murder weapon!"
"Clang!"
He grabbed the innocent fruit knife and threw it hard into the trash can.
It was so strong that it even knocked over a trash can.
"Special Assistant!"
He yelled at the door.
Actually, the assistant wasn't there, but he was so angry he was delirious.
He took out his phone and dialed Zhang Annian's number.
His voice was so sinister it sounded like he was about to kill someone.
"Go check."
"What brand is this ceramic knife? Which manufacturer makes it?"
Zhang Annian on the other end of the phone looked completely bewildered: "Huh? Brother Ci, what's wrong?"
"Buy it."
Jiang Ci coldly gave the order.
"Acquire it. Then let it go bankrupt."
"There is no need for manufacturers that produce dangerous goods to exist."
Wen Ning: "..."
Zhang Annian: "..."
Wen Ning ignored the pain in her hand.
She quickly grabbed Jiang Ci's sleeve.
"Are you crazy?"
"It was an accident! It was my own carelessness! What does it have to do with the manufacturer?"
"You're going to bankrupt a company just for a small opening? Are you a tyrant?"
"I am."
Jiang Ci turned around.
Looking at the thin wound on her fingertip, my heartache almost overflowed.
"Your blood is mine."
He held her hand, his voice hoarse.
"Not a single drop is allowed to flow without my permission."
"Whoever makes you bleed, I'll make them disappear."
Even a knife.
Not at all.
……
Ten minutes later.
Jiang Ci's private doctor rushed to the apartment.
He was carrying a first-aid kit, and his forehead was covered in sweat.
They thought something terrible had happened, something that could kill someone.
result.
Upon entering, I took a look.
Wen Ning sat on the sofa, looking embarrassed.
Jiang Ci held her hand as if facing a formidable enemy.
The doctor took a closer look.
That wound...
It's about two millimeters long?
Moreover, the bleeding had long since stopped, leaving only a faint red line.
doctor:"……"
He took a deep breath.
He took out a band-aid from the first-aid kit.
"General Manager Jiang."
The doctor applied the bandage, his tone complex.
"Luckily I arrived quickly."
"If we had arrived any later, the wound would have healed."
Jiang Ci gave him a cold glance.
"You talk too much nonsense."
Will it leave a scar? Do I need a tetanus shot? Do I need to avoid certain foods?
The doctor was speechless with emotion.
"No need. Just keep it dry."
The doctor has left.
Jiang Ci was still worried.
Dinner time.
The table was laden with a sumptuous feast.
Wen Ning was about to pick up her chopsticks.
Jiang Ci then took the chopsticks away.
"Don't move."
He said.
"Your hand is injured, you can't exert any force."
Wen Ning looked at his index finger, which only had a band-aid on it and did not affect his movement at all.
"Jiang Ci, I only cut the skin, not broke my hand."
"I can eat by myself."
"no."
Jiang Ci sat down next to him.
Pick up the bowl, take a piece of pork rib, and remove the bone.
Bring it to her lips.
Open your mouth.
Wen Ning: "..."
"This is outrageous..."
Open your mouth.
He stubbornly held up his chopsticks.
"Either I'll feed you, or..."
He glanced in the direction of the trash can.
"I'll go and acquire that chopstick manufacturer as well."
Wen Ning: "..."
I'm scared of you.
She opened her mouth and ate the rib.
Jiang Ci was satisfied.
He fed her bite by bite.
The movements are patient and meticulous.
The obsessive desire for control in his eyes was intertwined with an overwhelming doting affection.
Wen Ning chewed his food.
Looking at the arrogant yet extremely petty man in front of her.
A warm feeling welled up in my heart.
It also carried a heavy, bittersweet feeling.
Is this what it feels like to be loved?
sweet.
Yet it is also like an impenetrable net.
He treated her like a fragile thing.
Even the slightest breeze or rustling of the grass would make him see danger everywhere.
"Jiang Ci."
She swallowed her food and said softly.
"Don't do this..."
"I feel like a useless person."
"So what if I'm useless?"
Jiang Ci wiped her mouth for her.
He said it was only natural:
"I work hard to earn money and climb the ladder."
"It's so that you can be considered a useless person."
"In this house."
"You don't need to do anything."
"Just live well and stay with me."
That's enough.
Wen Ning looked at him.
The bow on that band-aid was a little tight on my hand.
But she didn't take it off.