bookcurios Chapter 142 The brakes failed
Chapter 142 The brakes failed
"You, who are you?" Wen Zhixia looked at him curiously.
The man was wearing a black hoodie with a large brim that covered his face, making it difficult to see his features.
"I've seen you for burns before," he said, his expression unclear. "You were wearing a mask at the time, so I didn't see you closely. I didn't realize you were so beautiful."
Wen Zhixia was indeed often approached by male patients because of her good looks, so she didn't take it to heart, nodded and left.
After finishing her work at noon, she went to the cafeteria and ordered a bowl of cold noodles. This was the time when the cafeteria was the most crowded. Wen Zhixia wandered around for a long time but couldn't find a seat.
Mao Qianqian was holding a bowl of soup. When she saw Wen Zhixia looking for a seat, she quickened her pace to catch up with her and pushed her from behind with the hand holding the soup.
Wen Zhixia was caught off guard and stumbled. Mao Qianqian took the opportunity to pour soup on her back, staining her clothes.
"Ouch!" Mao Qianqian frowned, "Why don't you look at the road? You're blocking the road. It's so hot!"
"You're not looking at the road, are you?" Wen Zhixia touched his damp back. "You can't even see a grown man like me, can you be any blinder?"
Mao Qianqian curled her lips and said sarcastically, "You have such a bad temper. You don't have the life of a young lady. You have the illness of a young lady, but the body of a young lady and the life of a maid."
Her words were a satire on Wen Zhixia, who was kicked out of the wealthy family and divorced, and now followed Fu Ruoshi in an illicit way, and was still someone else's plaything.
"Wow, you can tell what disease I have," Wen Zhixia smiled. "You are so good, why did your paper get retracted?"
Her words hit a sore spot, and Mao Qianqian's eyes turned black with anger. "I'm withdrawing the paper because..."
"Why?" Wen Zhixia looked at her calmly, "Tell me about it."
In the past, Mao Qianqian always acted like she had a great backer in front of her, and Wen Zhixia always gave in to her. However, the plagiarism incident touched her bottom line, and Wen Zhixia no longer wanted to give in to her.
"Because..." Mao Qianqian was speechless, "Because..."
She didn't dare to say anything further. Even if she said that Wen Zhixia relied on Fu Ruoshi to withdraw her manuscript, she was the one who plagiarized the manuscript first.
Mao Qianqian was so angry that she slammed the bowl on the table, splashing the few drops of soup left in the bowl.
Her bowl was empty and she had finished the food on her plate, but she would rather sit and play with her phone than give up her seat to Wen Zhixia.
Nan Kaijie passed by and knocked on Mao Qianqian's desk. "Are you waiting for someone?"
When Mao Qianqian saw Nan Kaijie, her face froze.
"No." She was a little afraid of Nan Kaijie.
Nan Kaijie was chatting with the hospital leader just now when he saw her spill soup on Wen Zhixia's back. He said bluntly, "There are so many people in the cafeteria. Don't keep occupying seats after you finish eating. Zhixia, you sit down. I have something to tell you."
"Director Nan..." Wen Zhixia smiled sheepishly, seeing that he had come to her rescue, "Thank you."
Mao Qianqian angrily put away the dinner plate and slammed the bowl and chopsticks.
"Director Nan," Wen Zhixia made way for him, "Please sit down."
Nan Kaijie shook his head and said, "Please sit down. I'm done eating."
After saying that, he patted Wen Zhixia on the shoulder and left the restaurant.
Was it intentional to rescue himself?
Wen Zhixia felt bad.
Sunday was Wen Litao's memorial day. That morning, Wen Zhixia got up early and prepared to drive to the cemetery to see her grandfather.
The sky is gloomy today. For some reason, Wen Zhixia feels depressed and breathless.
She went to a paper money shop to buy gold ingots and ghost money, then went to a breakfast shop to buy the glutinous rice cakes that her grandfather loved to eat. She also typed out the paper she published in the journal, intending to bring it all to burn for her grandfather.
The cemetery is on the outskirts of the city. Today is the weekend and there are not many cars on the road. Wen Zhixia drove her Citroen, concentrating all the way and driving slowly. It took her an hour to arrive.
"Grandpa, I'm here to see you."
When she arrived in front of the tombstone, Wen Zhixia was shocked to find that fresh fruits, cakes, burnt paper money, and the journal in which she had published her paper had been placed in front of the old man.
Did someone come early?
Did you also bring the paper I published?
Wen Zhixia was stunned. Not many people knew about her publishing the paper. Apart from her colleagues in the department, there were only Fan Xiaolin and Fu Ruoshi.
If Fan Xiaolin was on a business trip recently, and even if she came, she would tell herself.
Could it be...
Wen Zhixia pondered while cleaning the paper ash around the tombstone. As expected, when she picked up the fruit, she saw the label on it:
Zhuorui Technology.
......
It's really him.
Wen Zhixia looked at these four words in a daze, feeling very complicated.
She took out her cell phone, found Fu Ruoshi’s WeChat, and typed the word “thank you”, but her hand kept stopping at “send” and she couldn’t press it.
Two days ago, Fu Ruoshi contacted her and asked if she was free on the weekend. He wanted to invite her to eat ramen at that fly restaurant, but she refused on the grounds that she had to work overtime on the weekend.
After all, they are just ordinary acquaintances now, not even friends, and Wen Zhixia doesn't want to meet him privately again.
A drop of rain fell on her screen, and Wen Zhixia subconsciously looked up.
It's raining.
"Sorry Grandpa, I almost forgot."
She put down her phone, opened her umbrella, opened the paper money and gold ingots she had brought, and lit them one by one.
The paper ashes floated into the sky, and she chatted with Wen Litao incessantly.
"Grandpa, look, I published another paper, but you already know that. I don't know when he came, I didn't let him come..."
"What did he tell you?"
"You didn't say anything bad about me..."
"Grandpa, are you okay over there?"
"Grandpa, I miss you."
Wen Zhixia watched the gold ingots and paper money in front of her burn out bit by bit, and her eyes were red from the smoke.
It started to drizzle.
Wen Zhixia held an umbrella and didn't stand up until she was sure that all the paper money was burned.
"Grandpa, I'll come see you next month."
When leaving the cemetery, Wen Zhixia just walked to the side of the road and saw a man riding an electric scooter next to his car, looking inside stealthily.
Could it be that he stole the car?
She was startled and quickly quickened her pace to walk over. At the same time, she took out her cell phone as if nothing had happened and pretended to say to the person on the other end of the line, "Hey, honey, I'm at the roadside. Please give me a call when you get there."
Sure enough, when the man riding the electric scooter saw Wen Zhixia coming, he immediately left the vicinity of her car.
Is it really a car thief?!
Wen Zhixia was angry. She had heard before that many criminals deliberately committed crimes near the cemetery, and some even pretended to be ghosts to scare people.
She got in the car and checked to make sure nothing was missing, then she set off with peace of mind.
The rain is getting heavier.
There were many heavy trucks on the outskirts of the city on Sunday. Wen Zhixia was a novice on the road and was a little scared, so she plucked up her courage and took the elevated road.
Not long after getting on the elevated road, she felt the car slipping a little.
There was a Passat in front of her, and she wanted to slow down. However, when she stepped on the brakes, the car didn't slow down at all.
Wen Zhixia's heart skipped a beat.
She glanced in the rearview mirror, checked the distance between the cars, and stepped on the brakes again.
Still no response.