These words should have been tinged with a hint of tenderness, but coming from this man's mouth, they carried not a trace of romance, only a sense of pressure.
It was like a stern parent addressing a mischievous child.
Qiao Yimian froze for two seconds, then, as if by a trick of fate, she replied with an "Oh," opened the car door, and obediently got out.
A nurse immediately pushed a wheelchair forward.
Qiao Yimian then realized the nurse had been waiting for her specifically, likely having received a message in advance.
She couldn't help but look back at the man.
The light inside the car was dim, blurring the man's facial features, but his eyes were particularly bright.
He nodded at her, his expression unchanged.
Qiao Yimian waved at him with a complicated expression.
The car drove off, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief. She sat in her wheelchair and was pushed into the hospital by a nurse.
Zhou Heng had obviously arranged everything, and it was smooth sailing all the way.
She was pushed around for the entire process, getting checked, X-rayed, and prescribed medication, enjoying VVIP treatment.
While waiting for the X-ray results, Qiao Yimian couldn't help but say to Zhou Heng, "Brother Zhou, you can go ahead and get busy. My colleague will be here soon."
Zhou Heng smiled and shook his head, "It's okay. You have to see things through to the end."
Seeing that he had no intention of leaving, Qiao Yimian had no choice but to give up.
After waiting a while longer, Song Nanxing rushed over. The X-ray results were also out, and there were no broken bones.
Everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiao Yimian transferred the medical expenses to Zhou Heng, but he refused to accept them.
"Don't worry, I'll have the person who hit you reimburse this money."
Zhou Heng snorted, "That kid was just asking for it. Driving so fast on the highway, he just got his bones broken in the accident. If it weren't for the fact that he was sent directly to the hospital, he'd have to come and apologize to you. But he'll be detained after he's discharged, and his license has been revoked. He's done with motorcycles for life."
Qiao Yimian was surprised.
In such a short time, he had actually found out so much.
"Brother Zhou, you've helped me so much today. I don't even know how to address you? I can make a note on WeChat."
Zhou Heng smiled and replied, "Zhou Heng, the 'Heng' from 'Hengxing' (constant star)."
After they said their goodbyes, Qiao Yimian sat in the taxi and typed Zhou Heng's name into her phone's browser. To her surprise, a whole bunch of people with the same name popped up.
She scrolled through a few pages, but couldn't find any information about him, leaving her unsure of his identity.
Turning off her phone, Qiao Yimian looked out at the sky, which was clearing up. Suddenly, the image of the man from the car flashed in her mind. She felt like she'd seen him somewhere before...
The two of them took a taxi directly to the accommodation arranged by the television station, a hotel located a block from the station.
Song Nanxing borrowed a wheelchair and pushed Qiao Yimian while she checked in. He chattered away as they went:
"It's getting late today. The station said we can report for duty tomorrow morning. They also said you can rest for a few days if your foot isn't doing well, so there's no rush to go."
Song Nanxing touched his nose, and apologized again, feeling embarrassed:
"I'm so sorry, Jie, for damaging your car. The repair shop said it'll take at least a week to fix... I'll pay for it, but no matter what, the car won't be as good as new. Sigh, I'm really... so clumsy."
Qiao Yimian tilted her head and looked at him, smiling as she comforted him, "It's okay, there's insurance anyway, you don't have to pay. Besides, there's always risk when driving. Even if you don't hit others, others might hit you. It's hard to say."
Seeing Song Nanxing looking dejected, she could only say, "If you really feel bad, then treat me to dinner tonight."
Song Nanxing's eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded, "Alright! What do you want to eat? Name it! Not just tonight, I'll treat you every day! My treat!"
Qiao Yimian smiled and shook her head.
Although she hadn't inquired in detail, she could tell that Song Nanxing's family was well-off, judging from his usual attire and the neighborhood where he lived.
This kid also spent money lavishly. Since joining the company, he often treated his colleagues in the department to afternoon tea. It was reasonable to suspect that his daily expenses were higher than his income.
Qiao Yimian's legs weren't very flexible, so Song Nanxing went to a well-reputed tea restaurant nearby and ordered a few dishes to bring back to her hotel room for them to eat together.
After he left, Qiao Yimian slowly went to wash up and get ready.
After tidying everything up, she lay down on the bed and opened her phone.
Unexpectedly, her phone buzzed with a flurry of incoming messages.
Several text messages were from the same unfamiliar number; it was undoubtedly Shi Yan.
Qiao Yimian sighed, feeling a bit weary. She didn't bother to open them and instead went directly to WeChat. She found that the man she had added earlier had also sent her a message.
She'd forgotten to ask for his name and had simply saved him as: Hongqi Car Owner.
[Hongqi Car Owner: Heard you didn't break any bones. Take care these next few days.]
The unexpected show of concern surprised Qiao Yimian. After considering her response, she replied:
[Okay, thanks for the concern.]
Just as she exited WeChat, the unfamiliar number called.
Qiao Yimian thought that constantly rejecting the calls wasn't the solution, so she decided to clarify things with him once and for all.
The moment she answered the phone, Shi Yan's anxious voice reached her ears.
"Yimian, I'm in Linchuan, right outside the TV station. Can we meet?"
"I'm not at the TV station, and there's no need to meet anymore." Qiao Yimian took a deep breath, trying to be patient.
"Shi Yan, we really aren't suitable. Let's both cut our losses."
"Why aren't we suitable? We've been together for a year, and we've never argued. How could we not be suitable? I know you're upset that I got engaged to someone else behind your back, but I explained it. It was just a stopgap measure to appease my parents…
I really messed up with that whole thing. I thought I could just keep it from you, but I didn't expect my mom to guess what I was up to. She hid my phone and deliberately sent you a message to make you witness that farce…"
Shi Yan sniffled, becoming more miserable as he spoke, "Yimian, I was really wrong, terribly wrong... I don't ask for your forgiveness, can you just come out and see me? I feel terrible, my hands are shaking on the steering wheel all the way here."
Qiao Yimian sighed, silent for a few seconds, then suddenly asked him:
"Did your parents know you were coming to Linchuan today?"
"No, I had a fight with them last night, expressed my attitude and then went back to my room... But this time I won't hesitate anymore, no matter what, I want to be with you."
"And then?" Qiao Yimian asked calmly, "Are you not concerned if your parents kick you out, sever ties with you, and you lose your inheritance of the company?"
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