Thanks to the timely medical treatment and the quick identification of the drug that Qiao Xi was allergic to, her vital signs stabilized soon and she was sent to the ward.
Looking at the pale - faced girl lying on the hospital bed, Wen Sining's eyes gradually welled up with tears.
Feng Jingcheng and Lu Luochen were very considerate and left the space to her. The two of them sat on the chairs in the corridor.
Feng Jingcheng rubbed his shoulders.
He was a cellist, working in an orchestra. Long - term training had strained the muscles in his shoulders and back, causing habitual stiffness and pain. He had to go for acupuncture from time to time to relieve it.
Due to the urgent situation tonight, he had carried Qiao Xi all the way. Now that he was relaxing, there was a stabbing pain in his shoulders and back.
Lu Luochen glanced at him and said with concern, "Since we're in the hospital, you might as well get your shoulders checked."
Feng Jingcheng rotated his arms, feeling the stiffness of the muscles, and gave a bitter smile. "I actually planned to come to the hospital for a follow - up check today. I just went out to relax in the evening. I didn't expect to run into this."
"Maybe it's because you're fated," Lu Luochen said casually.
Feng Jingcheng's eyes flickered. He remembered that the last time he met Qiao Xi in the bar, they almost got beaten up. And this time, still in the bar, Qiao Xi ended up in the hospital.
This kind of fate... was a bit life - consuming.
Feng Jingcheng shook his head. He thought this kind of fate was better off without.
"By the way, I've been busy with the orchestra's performances recently. How's Grandpa Lu's health?"
"He's fine. He's recuperating now. But in a while, it'll be Grandpa's birthday. He mentioned you a few times, saying that he hasn't seen you for a long time. If you're free then, come and visit the Lu family."
The reason why the Lu family and the Feng family had such a good relationship was not only because of their frequent business dealings but also because Lu Luochen's mother was from a side branch of the Feng family.
Apart from being childhood friends, Lu Luochen and Feng Jingcheng also had a kinship. The two families would visit each other during festivals, so Grandpa Lu would often mention Feng Jingcheng.
"It's Grandpa Lu's birthday. Even if the sky falls, I'll come back. You can rest assured," Feng Jingcheng said with a smile, making a promise.
Then, Feng Jingcheng suddenly turned his head and peeked into the ward through the slightly ajar door. He lowered his voice and said, "But Luochen, tell me honestly what your plan is regarding Yun Chutong. It's been a while since she was arrested. Why is there still no result? Don't tell me you've gone soft - hearted again."
As Feng Jingcheng said this, his face showed an expression of "If you dare to go soft - hearted, I'll beat your head in."
Lu Luochen rubbed his aching temples. His expression was calm.
"I won't go soft - hearted. I'll make sure she gets the harshest legal punishment. The reason there's no result yet is that she's still stubbornly resisting. I've asked all the law firms in Licheng in the name of the Lu family. No one would dare to take on her case. In at most three days, I'll send her to prison with my own hands."
The more Lu Luochen spoke, the darker his expression became and the colder his tone.
Feng Jingcheng knew him well enough. Seeing his expression, he knew that he was serious. He patted Lu Luochen's shoulder reassuringly.
"I'm glad you've come to your senses and gotten out of that false and tender dream."
Lu Luochen gave him a faint glance.
"Since you're glad, why don't you give me that set of racing car models you've been treasuring?"
Feng Jingcheng immediately raised his hand and made a big "X" in front of his chest. He said expressionlessly, "No. Don't even think about that set of models."
That was a one - to - one scaled - down model of his idol's racing car. There were only three sets in the world. He had pulled a lot of strings to get this one. Not even Lu Luochen, let alone anyone else, could take this model away!
"Oh, so it seems that model is more important than your brother," Lu Luochen said slowly.
Just as Feng Jingcheng was about to defend himself, Wen Sining's voice came.
"Model? What model?"
The two of them instinctively turned their heads and saw that Wen Sining had come to the door at some point. She was holding the doorknob and looking at them in confusion.
Seeing that they were all staring at her, Wen Sining realized what was going on and quickly explained, "Don't misunderstand. I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your conversation. I just wanted to go buy a cup of coffee."
"Don't be nervous. We didn't mean that," Feng Jingcheng stood up with a faint smile on his face. Lu Luochen was fiddling with his phone.
"The model we were talking about just now is a racing car model called Hurricane," Feng Jingcheng smiled and answered Wen Sining's question.
"Hurricane? Isn't that a one - to - one reproduction of the racing car driven by Bai Bai, the racing driver? What's up, Mr. Feng? Do you want this set of models? If you do, I happen to have a set and I can give it to you," Wen Sining thought it was a way to thank him for saving Qiao Xi.
"Huh? You also have a set, Miss Wen. Are you also a fan of Bai Bai?" Feng Jingcheng asked in surprise.
Among his friends, except for Lu Luochen who occasionally paid attention to the racing car circle and could talk about racing cars with him, no one else knew much about this circle.
Even hot - blooded men didn't know much about it, let alone a girl like Wen Sining. That's why he was so surprised.
"Sort of. Actually, I just know more about Bai Bai. I'm not really deeply involved in this circle," Wen Sining explained with a smile.
Speaking of which, her encounter with Bai Bai was quite funny.
It was not long after Mo Xin was established. Because of a project, Wen Sining got in touch with Bai Bai, who was just a rookie racing driver at that time. There was even a misunderstanding and they ended up in the police station.
Thinking of that incident, Wen Sining couldn't help shaking her head.
While they were talking, a takeaway delivery guy in a bright yellow vest walked out of the elevator.
"Excuse me, which one is Mr. Lu? This is the coffee you ordered."
"Give it to me. Thank you," Lu Luochen took the coffee and said to the delivery guy casually.
The delivery guy was also well - informed. As Lu Luochen was a tycoon who had been in the entertainment news recently, he naturally recognized him. That's why he was so shocked.
In his impression, a tycoon from a wealthy family like Lu Luochen would never order takeaway!
The delivery guy left in shock.
Lu Luochen handed the coffee from the bag to Wen Sining and said lightly, "Here, your coffee."
Wen Sining was stunned for a moment. She took it with a complicated look in her eyes and said softly, "Thank you."
Feng Jingcheng waited for a long time but didn't see Lu Luochen hand him a cup of coffee. Finally, he couldn't help but say, "Young Master Lu, did you only order coffee for Miss Wen?"