Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 627 - 348 Poverty limits imagination!_3

Chapter 627: 348 Poverty limits imagination!_3

Heavenly Dao: So the semifinals are in these next two days, right?

Xia Xing was moved; Little Tiangao actually remembered his schedule. Actually, he was currently in the country where the semifinals were taking place, in the hotel with his teammates.

FB Team Xia Xing: It’s tomorrow; Second Brother calculated the time difference, and it coincides exactly with your championship match.

Heavenly Dao: Good luck, miss you~

Shen Zhixi looked around, as if searching for something, when Dong Mao appeared nearby: "Mr. Shen, are you looking for something? Can I help you?"

Shen Zhixi was stunned, although he didn’t want to converse with him, he still wanted to change Xia Ye’s bandage first: "Do you happen to have a bandage, Mr. Dong?"

Dong Mao’s eyes shifted: "No, but my master just saw a man in the audience, seems like he’s a professor from Mr. Shen’s hospital, right? A doctor should carry these things."

A professor?

A person flashed through Shen Zhixi’s mind: "Thanks."

He maneuvered his wheelchair in the direction Dong Mao indicated and indeed intercepted Luo Yi San who was about to leave at the exit.

"Mr. Shen," Luo Yi San nodded, his expression as indifferent as usual: "I heard it’s the team you sponsor, I had no surgeries today, so I came by."

He took a sideway exit where there were fewer people, Shen Zhixi lowered his voice, his brows and eyes showing signs of hostility: "I’ve said, don’t think about touching her."

He obviously didn’t believe Luo Yi San’s words.

Luo Yi San didn’t argue any further, he simply muttered: "Yes."

As he was about to leave, Shen Zhixi stopped him again: "Wait a moment."

Luo Yi San’s tone was respectful: "Please instruct, Mr. Shen."

"Bandages," Shen Zhixi smelled the faint scent of disinfectant on him: "And some disinfectant too."

Luo Yi San’s expression faltered: "Is Mr. Shen injured? May I help you..."

Shen Zhixi dodged his outstretched hand, his brows and eyes full of disgust: "Just give me the items."

Luo Yi San silently for a few seconds, then took out the bandages and disinfectant spray to give to Mr. Shen, then he watched the lately unpredictable behavior of Mr. Shen with those items, heading back to the stage.

At that moment, he suddenly had a ridiculous thought: if it wasn’t Mr. Shen who was injured... could it be Xia Ye?

The man’s tightly clenched lips showed a cold fierceness; he stood at the doorway for about half a minute, until his phone vibrated, bringing him back to his senses.

It was a WeChat message from Shen Zhiqiao.

Zhiqiao: I’ve already arrived at the café, has Professor Luo finished?

Shen Zhixi had never used disinfectant spray or bandages, in this life when he couldn’t move his legs, everything was taken care of by the most professional doctors.

This time, he carefully read the instructions on the back of the bandage, then looked up in the crowd for Xia Ye’s figure.

He saw the girl sitting on the stool, her beautiful profile clear, her slender neck slightly leaning forward.

"Miss Xia..."

But as he approached, the man sitting across the girl came into his view.

Jiang Xuan held Xia Ye’s hand that was opened by the bandage, already having treated the wound ahead of him.

Carefully applying the disinfectant, the man gently blew on it.

Xia Ye tried to pull her hand back: "There are a lot of people watching here."

Lu Beibei and a large group slantingly used their peripheral vision to scavenge for crumbs, immediately returned their gaze forward upon hearing this.

Jiang Xuan held her fingers; she couldn’t move them at all: "Does blowing like this feel uncomfortable?"

Xia Ye looked away: "It’s uncomfortable, it tickles."

Jiang Xuan laughed softly.

Quite sensitive.

Once the wound was disinfected, he reached back, and Dong Mao, understanding immediately, took out a bandage he had prepared earlier from his pocket.

The previous bandage was changed by Jiang Xuan in the morning for Xia Ye, assuming it might come off, so he had asked Dong Mao to prepare in advance.

Not far away, Shen Zhixi’s fingertips exerted force; the bottle of disinfectant spray in his hand made a thumping sound, leaking air.

Just now, he had asked Dong Mao if he had a bandage, and he said he didn’t.

But actually, he indeed had one.

Dog of Heavenly Dao, utterly hypocritical.

Dong Mao noticed Shen Zhixi’s grim look, fumbled with his hands, and obediently stood closer to his master.

If it had been anyone else asking him, he definitely would have given it.

The reason he didn’t was that it was Shen Zhixi.

Targeting that brat, even if Dong Mao had a hundred guts, he wouldn’t dare give it.

There was also that Luo Yi San in their hospital; the master said that his mind was a mess, unable to perceive a single coherent thought.

Is that normal?

The answer is obvious.

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ps: We’re entering the final part now, darlings~

I never realized the first book would almost reach a million words; I initially thought it would be around 500,000. Those of you still with us are true lovers! I hope you’ll still be here for the next book!