Chapter 2035: Chapter 2035: You Have to Clean Up Your Room

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Ji Qingyan’s heart raced as she felt a surge of emotions.

It was at this moment that she realized something profound.

There were no wounds that couldn’t be healed, no downfalls that couldn’t end.

Everything lost would return in another form.

Just like her feelings now.

Rip!

Lin Yi removed a piece of gauze and carefully re-bandaged the wound. He then wrapped the bloodstained bandage around his abdomen, intending to replace it with a new one the next day.

“Does it still hurt?”

Ji Qingyan’s voice trembled as she asked in the moonlight.

“I survived the days without you. This little pain is nothing.”

“Stop with the smooth talk! You deserve the pain!”

A woman’s mood could change like the weather in April—suddenly and without warning.

Ji Qingyan didn’t respond to Lin Yi. She turned around, lay down on the floor, and angrily faced away from him without any intention of turning back.

The moonlight bathed Lin Yi’s face, and a smile tugged at his lips, as if the light shining on him tenderly.

The next morning, when Lin Yi woke up, he noticed that Ji Qingyan was no longer there.

Lin Yi didn’t sleep in, especially since he was at his future in-laws’ house.

After tidying himself up, he got out of bed.

To his surprise, he found a complete set of clothes neatly placed on the nightstand beside the bed.

From underwear to outerwear, everything was prepared for him.

Lin Yi picked up the clothes and noticed they were his usual style and size.

“Did she buy these for me?”

Lin Yi glanced down and saw that the clothes he was wearing were covered in blood, and it dawned on him.

Ji Qingyan must have arranged for someone to buy these clothes and deliver them overnight.

After all, he couldn’t exactly walk out wearing bloodstained clothes.

Thinking of this, Lin Yi smiled and murmured to himself.

“Still so considerate.”

Since there was business to attend to, Lin Yi didn’t waste time. He changed into the new clothes and went to the bathroom to freshen up, feeling particularly pleased.

However, just as he finished getting ready, he heard Song Minghui’s voice calling from downstairs.

“Little Yi, come down for breakfast.”

“Got it, Auntie.”

Lin Yi responded, then headed downstairs, where he found that breakfast was already prepared.

The table was filled with an abundant spread.

Most notably, Song Minghui had simmered an old chicken into a golden, oily broth. Although it might be a bit greasy for breakfast, it was definitely appetizing.

“Come, Little Yi, let me get you a bowl of soup.” Song Minghui beamed with a smile.

“She specifically asked me to make it, to help you recover.”

Uh…

Given his current condition, it made sense to have some nourishing soup, but from the look on Song Minghui’s face, it seemed she had misunderstood the situation.

“She asked for it; it has nothing to do with me.”

Ji Qingyan, realizing the situation a bit too late, muttered while eating her millet porridge, too embarrassed to lift her head. It was as if this were Lin Yi’s home, not hers.

“Auntie, this chicken soup is delicious,” Lin Yi praised.

“Then have more. You work so hard, you need to take care of yourself.”

“Understood.”

About half an hour later, after they finished breakfast, Lin Yi stood up to leave.

“Uncle, Auntie, I need to get to the office. I’ll be heading out.”

“Drive safely, and come back for dinner tonight.”

“Sure thing.”

Ji Qingyan sat quietly at the table without seeing Lin Yi, not saying a word.

Still, she was noticeably more at ease compared to the previous day.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

After Lin Yi left, life in the household returned to normal.

Feeling guilty about the previous night’s incident, Ji Antai busied himself washing dishes in the kitchen, while Song Minghui went upstairs to tidy up the rooms.

Ji Qingyan also prepared herself to go to work.

“Girl!”

Song Minghui’s voice rang out from upstairs, loud and clear.

“What is it?”

“Come up here.”

Ji Qingyan, not understanding why, went upstairs and found her mother standing by her bedroom door.

“What’s going on?” Ji Qingyan asked.

“You’re a grown woman now, but you don’t even know how to clean up your own room after?” Song Minghui asked.

“You’re going to get married soon. Do you still expect me to tidy up after you?”

After scolding Ji Qingyan, Song Minghui left to attend to her own room.

Ji Qingyan stood there, puzzled.

All that happened was Lin Yi staying over for a night—why was her mother acting like this?

But the next moment, Ji Qingyan froze in place, her face instantly turning crimson.

She saw a patch of bright red on the bedsheet.

There was no doubt—it was Lin Yi’s blood.

But the problem was, it seemed her mother had misunderstood the situation.

Thinking of this, Ji Qingyan’s face burned with embarrassment, like it was on fire.

As an adult, she instantly understood why her mother had scolded her.

…

After leaving Ji Qingyan’s home, Lin Yi called Yan Ci.

“Are you up? I’m coming over.”

“Hold on, there’s no need to come over yet.”

Yan Ci’s voice on the phone was muffled, mixed with the sound of running water, as if she were brushing her teeth.

“Isn’t your aunt going to the hospital today? Are you not going?”

“Chen Teng called this morning. He said he’d take care of it himself, so you don’t need to come.”

“Are you sure his connections at Huashan Hospital are stronger than mine?”

“No, he’s definitely not as well-connected as you, but after all, this is their family matter. No matter how close I am to my aunt, I’m still an outsider. It’s better to let them take the lead, so don’t worry about it for now,” Yan Ci explained.

“My aunt’s just having some heart discomfort. It might not be anything serious. If it turns out to be more complicated, I’ll call you.”

“Alright, keep me posted.”

“Sure, but don’t go wandering around today. Be careful with your wound, don’t strain it again.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

After finishing the call, Lin Yi turned his car towards the police station.

On the way there, Lin Yi received a call from Li Chuhan.

She was also concerned about his wound after he didn’t return home the previous night.

The conversation was similar to the one with Yan Ci—full of reminders for Lin Yi to take care of himself.

About forty minutes later, Lin Yi arrived at the Xingshan precint.

By this time, everyone was at work, but they all seemed drowsy, as if they hadn’t slept well.

“You’re in early today.”

Zhang Hui stretched and lit a cigarette.

“So, how did things go with your father-in-law last night?”

Hearing this, Li Xianghui and Zhu Junchi chuckled.

Encountering one’s father-in-law during a raid—now that was a story.

“He didn’t say much, and just asked me to keep it quiet,” Lin Yi laughed.

“From now on, you got something on your father-in-law. You better make good use of that.”

“Haha, Brother Hui, you really know how to enjoy life.”

After laughing together, Lin Yi turned to Li Xianghui.

“Brother Li, we didn’t catch Bai Yongshou. What’s the plan for the next steps?”