Chapter 77 Ahhhh!

Chapter 77 Ahhhh!

The invisible chain rattled, and Jing Yi fell headfirst, only to be caught firmly by Li Wenzhao.

"Phew..." Hei Wuchang's arm trembled slightly as the black chain creaked and retracted into his sleeve. "Good, good, we got him. At least all that running wasn't for nothing."

Bai Wuchang: "Not bad at all. We did help out some. It'll make talking to him later easier. Jing Yi can't possibly give his savior the cold shoulder, right?"

Hei Wuchang: "Let's go, let's go find him."

He walked toward Jing Yi with a big grin, but before he could get close, an inexplicable force pushed him back, and with a loud *thud*, he slammed into a load-bearing column.

"..." What the...?

Bai Wuchang: "What happened?"

Hei Wuchang floated down from the person-tall column and plopped onto the floor. "He smacked me..."

"..."

Hei Wuchang lifted his face: "I saved him, and he slapped me in the face!"

Bai Wuchang helped him up: "Quit whining. Ghosts don't feel pain when they fall."

"Bullshit, my pride's hurt." Hei Wuchang patted his long black robe. "I'm not talking to him for three days."

"..."

Bai Wuchang patiently said, "Quit messing around."

"I'm not messing around."

Bai Wuchang: "First, tell me how you got thrown out."

Hei Wuchang turned his head in disbelief: "You wanna see it again?"

"..."

Bai Wuchang covered his forehead and sighed deeply. Having a clueless teammate around was a real headache.

Bai Wuchang looked toward Jing Yi and remained silent for a long time. "Oh no, Jing Yi's got a ghost-repelling talisman on him."

Hei Wuchang immediately forgot about his pain and jumped up from the ground. "What now? I don't wanna get smacked again. I'm going to find him."

Bai Wuchang pulled him back: "Don't go."

"No way! It's not every day we Wuchangs get to save someone. We can't help and not get any credit. Even if it kills me, I'm going to find that Jing guy."

While the black and white figures were entangled, Li Wenzhao held Jing Yi steadily. The basement was eerily quiet, with only Li Wenzhao's ragged breathing breaking the silence.

"Are you okay?"

Jing Yi buried his head and pulled out a red string, showing it off proudly: "Eldest young master, the talisman works! Did you see? I just flew, didn't I?"

As Jing Yi held up the talisman, Hei Wuchang, who had just floated over, was struck by an invisible force and was sent flying back to the distant load-bearing column.

Hei Wuchang: "..."

Bai Wuchang: "..."

Li Wenzhao was immensely relieved he had gotten that talisman. He held Jing Yi tightly, "You okay?"

Jing Yi was stunned, only then feeling the piercing pain in his calf: "Yeah, I'm hurt. I think my leg's broken."

Li Wenzhao's eyes narrowed, and he quickly scooped him up, got him into the car, and sped to the hospital. The company's security team swiftly secured the scene.

Jing Yi lay still in the back seat, wincing in pain the whole way. Li Wenzhao floored it, arriving at the hospital half an hour later.

Fan Ming had gotten there ahead of time and had the ER staff ready. "Mr. Li, the guy who attacked you in the garage has been arrested. There's a lot of evidence at the scene, and I've got a lawyer lined up to press charges for attempted murder."

Li Wenzhao nodded absently, too focused on Jing Yi to pay attention to anything else, and rushed into the emergency department with Jing Yi in his arms.

After some tests, they confirmed nothing was broken. The pain was from a dislocation, but his calf had indeed been hit by a stick, leaving a nasty bruise that looked worse than a break.

When Li Wenzhao saw the bruise on Jing Yi's pale skin, his eyes darkened.

Jing Yi keenly sensed his emotions, "I'm fine, it doesn't even hurt anymore. It'll be fine in a few days with some meds."

After a few seconds, Li Wenzhao's apologetic voice came, "I'm sorry, I should've brought you along."

"How can this be your fault?" Jing Yi clenched his fist, "It's just that there are too many creeps out there... ouch!"

Li Wenzhao looked at the doctor, "Take it easy."

Two hours later, Jing Yi's leg was wrapped up tight. The hospital's examination confirmed that there were no other external injuries, and he could be discharged the same day.

Li Wenzhao carefully inquired about the post-injury recovery precautions, memorized them one by one, and then returned to the ward to pick up Jing Yi.

"No, you don't have to carry me," Jing Yi sat up nervously, grabbing his arm, "Not in front of everyone."

Li Wenzhao, "We did this on the way in."

Jing Yi pursed his lips, looking serious, "Well, let's not make the same mistake twice."

"..."

The next second, Jing Yi was lifted into the air by Li Wenzhao. This time, it wasn't an illusion; he was being carried for real. With everyone around, Jing Yi could feel the curious stares burning into him.

He buried his face in Li Wenzhao's neck, his face flushed, and patted the broad shoulders, urging softly, "Eldest young master, walk faster."

Li Wenzhao walked steadily, still having the time to hold down his flailing leg, "Don't move your leg, do you want to go to the emergency room again?"

Jing Yi chuckled, "I want to help, many hands make light work!"

"..."

Li Wenzhao opened his mouth several times to respond, but found it too full of holes to continue, so he simply gave up and remained silent all the way back to the car.

Li Wenzhao had originally been worried that this attempted murder would affect Jing Yi, as the scene was indeed thrilling and terrifying. But unexpectedly, apart from whimpering a bit on the way to the hospital, Jing Yi wasn't scared at all now.

Just out of the hospital, Li Wenzhao felt a slight itch on his neck. Jing Yi propped his chin and suddenly giggled, "I just made eye contact with a child being carried. In his eyes, I saw a huge tremor, hehehe..."

Li Wenzhao, "..." It seems he was not affected at all.

Fan Ming was still waiting at the hospital entrance. Seeing the two come out, he quickly approached, "Mr. Li, the medicine has been picked up and is already in your car."

"Thank you, Secretary Fan," Jing Yi turned his head, like a pampered canary, "Sorry for delaying your weekend with Secretary Zou."

Fan Ming was flattered, "Jing Butler, you're too kind. This is what I should do."

Jing Yi scolded, "Don't say that. You're so diligent and hardworking; it'll be tough to ask for a raise later."

Fan Ming was speechless...

"You can leave work first," said Li Wenzhao. "Take Monday off as well."

Fan Ming's pupils shook, almost stunned by this unexpected windfall. "Thank you... Mr. Li."

His gaze towards Jing Yi became even more respectful—clearly, a favorite, whose mere whisper could bring unexpected results.

"No need to thank me, really," Jing Yi waved his hand like a sea otter. "This is what you should be thankful for."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Wenzhao unceremoniously shoved him into the back seat, his stiff right leg taking up the entire seat.

"See you later, Secretary Fan~"

Fan Ming waved amiably, "Bye, Jing Butler."

Jing Yi leaned against the window, pointing at Fan Ming's neck from afar, "Secretary Fan, remember to wear a turtleneck next week; a shirt just won't cover it."

Fan Ming was stunned, then blushed, speechless...

Jing Yi then closed the car window and left without a word.

Ten minutes later, they reached their home in the city center. There weren't many people around, and Jing Yi was too lazy to hobble on his own. As soon as the car door opened, Jing Yi obediently reached out his arms, waiting to be carried.

Li Wenzhao bent down to lift him out, "Why aren't you putting up a fight now?"

Jing Yi boldly clung to him, "Such an expensive ride; being carried once is a win. Only a fool would say no."

Li Wenzhao: "..."

Jing Yi went upstairs without any fuss and was temporarily placed on the living room sofa by Li Wenzhao.

Downstairs, two shadowy figures, one black and one white, floated in, panting from afar.

"Is this it?"

Hei Wuchang checked the compass for the direction.

Bai Wuchang, distracted by the high-tech cars zooming around on the street, said, "The technology here is really advanced; cars are faster than we can float."

Bai Wuchang kicked him angrily, "Find the person; why are you staring at cars?"

Hei Wuchang rubbed his behind, "Why so rough? Isn't their car parked right there?"

Bai Wuchang turned his head and indeed saw the familiar G-Class in the garden. He pocketed the compass and stepped forward: "Upstairs."

Hei Wuchang: "What for?"

"To find Jing Yi."

"I'm not going."

"Why?"

"He has a ghost, slapping hurts."

Bai Wuchang narrowed his eyes, "My slaps hurt more; want to test that?"

Hei Wuchang: "..."

The black figure reluctantly stomped into the high-end building, searching room by room.

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In the room, Jing Yi had no idea that Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang were once again thinking about him. He lazily sprawled on the back of the sofa, his eyes fixed on the kitchen, waiting for Li Wenzhao to whip up something for him.

They usually had a cook, but the cook had recently welcomed a new grandchild and had taken leave to visit her family. Li Wenzhao figured ordering takeout would take too long, so he decided to cook himself.

Jing Yi raised an eyebrow: "Eldest young master, do you even know salt from sugar?"

A few seconds later, Li Wenzhao's voice drifted from the kitchen, "Am I an idiot?"

Jing Yi burst out laughing on the sofa, "Then do you know vinegar from soy sauce?"

Li Wenzhao replied patiently, "I can read."

Jing Yi: "Oh, right. Hahaha."

He had been placed on the sofa for a while and was starting to get bored. His clothes were also dusty—he had rolled around in the garage a few times, fallen, and torn a hole in his knee. He hadn't even washed the dirt off his hands.

How was he supposed to eat like this?

Jing Yi glanced at the bustling kitchen and figured dinner would still take a while. He pushed himself up, stood on one foot, and hopped to the guest bathroom to freshen up.

Li Wenzhao had no clue.

At that moment, Bai Wuchang squeezed through the window, "Finally found it—this is the place."

Hei Wuchang followed closely behind, "Where's that jerk Jing?"

Bai Wuchang scanned the room, "In the bathroom."

"Let's go, let's go."

"Wait," Bai Wuchang said, "He has a talisman from a high monk. Our yin energy is too strong; we need to find a way to make him take it off."

Hei Wuchang's brain was fried, "How?"

Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Jing Yi returned. Caught off guard, Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang were suddenly flung back, passing through the closed window and flying far away.

"Ahhhh! Damn it! Jing, you @#%*-#* your uncle!"

"..."

Jing Yi leaned against the wall as he went to the bedroom to fetch clean pajamas, then returned to the bathroom and closed the door.

With one leg inconvenient, he stood against the wall, wiped himself clean, and struggled to put on the pajamas.

Afraid that the talisman would lose its effect if it got wet, he temporarily took it off and placed it by the sink.

Just as he finished getting dressed, panting heavily, he suddenly heard two ethereal voices behind him—

"Jing Yi."

"Jing."

"???"

Jing Yi turned around in shock and saw two heads, one black and one white, emerging from his toilet...

Hei Wuchang and Bai Wuchang: "..."

Jing Yi: "Ahhhhhhh!"