Falling in Love With My Arranged-Marriage Husband-Chapter 139 - 113: Open the Door

Chapter 139: Chapter 113: Open the Door

The night market was crowded and noisy, and the people around didn’t notice the sudden commotion right away. Ji Sang, in her efforts to protect the DSLR camera she was holding, inevitably got stepped on a few times.

Just getting out of the car, Wang Ting quickly patted Song Xiu on the shoulder beside her.

“Look, isn’t that Sister Ji?”

Since they were at a fashion show, even though Ji Sang wasn’t in a gown, her attire was still quite formal.

Song Xiu turned his head to look and immediately recognized her, his pupils contracting as he hurriedly ran over, with Wang Ting following closely behind.

Ji Sang only managed to get up after being stepped on twice, thanks to her Taekwondo training. By the time the two reached her, they saw Ji Sang standing to one side, carefully examining the DSLR in her hands.

At that moment, Song Xiu had never felt so angry before.

In such a situation, all Ji Sang could think of was the camera.

Song Xiu reflexively wanted to grab her, but the second he thought about maintaining distance from her, his hands, hanging by his legs, clenched tightly, and he struggled to restrain himself.

“Are you hurt?”

Ji Sang looked up and saw Song Xiu and Wang Ting in front of her, her eyes widening slightly.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m asking if you’re hurt.”

Song Xiu was really angry now.

To come out at night alone was one thing, but when faced with an emergency, all she cared about was the camera in her hand, not her own safety at all.

As soon as Song Xiu said this, not just Ji Sang but Wang Ting as well was stunned.

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Neither had ever seen Song Xiu like this before.

No longer the gentle, sunny big boy, he, in his suit, speaking like this, seemed somewhat terrifying.

The first to react was Wang Ting, who reached out and pulled Song Xiu’s arm, giving him a slight glare, before turning to look at Ji Sang.

“Sister Ji, he’s really worried. We just saw you fall; did you get hurt?”

Ji Sang shook her head.

“It’s nothing serious.”

She was unclear about why Wang Ting was in City B or why she was with Song Xiu, but she had clearly seen their little interaction just now.

…

Perhaps, she was slow when it came to her own feelings, but as an observer, she saw things very clearly.

Especially the hidden affection in Wang Ting’s eyes whenever she looked at Song Xiu.

How had she not noticed before? Ji Sang briefly reminisced and suddenly remembered that every time she saw Song Xiu, Wang Ting would become suddenly shy.

“Really?”

Song Xiu’s brow furrowed, obviously somewhat skeptical.

Ji Sang was in a black casual suit, and the footprints on her were very conspicuous.

“We still need to have you checked.”

Who knows if those kicks had hit any tendons or bones.

Ji Sang initially wanted to wave him off, saying he was making a fuss over nothing, but as soon as she lifted her foot, that piercing pain surged up again, instantly paling her complexion.

“…”

She had twisted her ankle in the fall.

Ji Sang was escorted into the car by Song Xiu and Wang Ting.

Inside the car, Song Xiu didn’t speak, his face stern, the atmosphere quite chilling.

Ji Sang glanced at Wang Ting beside her and asked softly,

“Did you come to watch the show as well?”

Song Xiu was in a suit, while Wang Ting was dressed in a cocktail dress.

Wang Ting nodded.

“Sister Ji, we were sitting right in front of you.”

After speaking, she unconsciously looked to the front.

Ji Sang touched her nose, at that time she had only been focusing on taking pictures for Sister, and truly hadn’t noticed them sitting right in front of her.

“Xiao Ting, is your hometown also in City B?”

Ji Sang wasn’t stupid, to have tickets for the VIP seats at this fashion show must mean that Wang Ting’s family background wasn’t bad either.

“Yeah, I came back for something.”

Ji Sang nodded and didn’t ask further.

But when the car stopped in front of a private hospital, Ji Sang suddenly felt it was a bit of an overreaction.

It was just a sprained ankle. It really didn’t seem necessary to go to a private hospital.

Song Xiu directly called an acquaintance over, and without hesitation, helped Ji Sang in for a thorough checkup. Wang Ting, standing by her side, tried to convince her,

“Sister Ji, it’s better to get it checked out.”

Ji Sang, not one to put on airs, followed them in.

The main difference between a private hospital and a public hospital is the much nicer environment. One wouldn’t feel like it’s a hospital without going inside.

Song Xiu was pretty familiar with the doctors here, and upon arriving, he immediately knelt down to examine Ji Sang’s ankle.

“It’s a simple sprain, no bone damage, but you still need to rest well for the next few days.”

After the doctor finished saying this, he treated the abrasions briefly. Looking at the marks on Ji Sang’s skin, he joked,

“You really should take good care of yourself. Such delicate skin getting hurt is too shocking.”

Hearing this, Ji Sang pursed her lips.

Fu Yisi had said the same thing.

He said her skin was really too tender, that even kissing… couldn’t use too much force.

It was getting late, and the private hospital was unusually quiet.

Ji Sang seemed to hear a familiar voice in her daze.

Cool, clean, and sharp.

It was very much like Fu Yisi.

With a tremble in her gaze, Ji Sang subconsciously turned to look at the door, and Song Xiu, noticing her movement, also looked over.

But there was nothing there.

Ji Sang turned back around and let out a light laugh.

Laughing at herself for having hallucinations just because she hadn’t seen Fu Yisi for two days.

Ji Sang’s injury wasn’t serious. Song Xiu silently took her back to the hotel, with Wang Ting accompanying them the whole time. After learning that Ji Sang hadn’t had a proper dinner, Song Xiu made a special request for the kitchen to deliver some food.

Song Xiu gave personal instructions; the kitchen staff were fast. In just over ten minutes, they had delivered the food. Song Xiu and Wang Ting were then ready to leave.

But at the doorway, Song Xiu still couldn’t help himself,

“Isn’t Dr. Fu taking care of you? It’s so late; you shouldn’t be alone.”

After saying this, as if afraid he couldn’t control himself, he left without looking back.

From his figure, Ji Sang saw Song Xiu’s resolution.

The heart she’d been holding onto finally settled down.

Truthfully, she didn’t want their work relationship to become awkward because of romantic issues.

And deep down… she truly wanted to remain friends with Song Xiu.

Having taken such a fall, Ji Sang’s good mood for the day was completely spoilt. She ate a few bites absent-mindedly, then suddenly remembered the voice she heard at the hospital.

She put down her chopsticks, took out her phone, and just as she unlocked it, Fu Yisi’s call came in.

With a slight smile, she answered,

“I was just about to call you, and you beat me to it.”

The man chuckled softly,

“What a coincidence. Have you eaten?”

“Uhm, I’m eating right now.”

“Dinner?”

“Not really, I ate something before the show to fill up, but now I’m hungry again.”

“Mhm, what are you having?”

“Hotel food, it’s not very good.”

The man on the phone chuckled at her complaint,

“Open the door.”

“What?”

Ji Sang abruptly looked up at the room door, just as a knocking sound emerged.

In reality, on the phone.

Both had it.