When Jiang Siming left Zhou Yun's residence, his hand had been wrapped up like a Zongzi, complete with an extremely feminine butterfly knot.
As soon as he came out, he ran into Li Yingzi, who had hurried over after hearing the news.
Zhou Yun's residence was in the company's apartment building, so after they arrived, Zhou Yun took the initiative to call Sakura.
"How did this happen? Does it hurt? Was that Fu Wei who did this?"
The moment Li Yingzi saw Jiang Siming's hand, she exploded.
Fu Wei was Zhou Yun's ex-husband.
Jiang Siming smiled and pulled her close. With a little force from his palm, the gauze came off completely.
When Li Yingzi took a look, there wasn't even a wound on Jiang Siming's palm.
"I was just bluffing him. This is what happened."
Jiang Siming told Li Yingzi the whole story.
Only then did Sakura relax. She had known it—her man was someone even the Celestial Group, where Sheng Xue stayed, treated with deep respect. How could he possibly have been stabbed by a thug like that?
"This was all thanks to you. Otherwise, my aunt would have been harassed by him every day. But what if he gets out of prison again after a few years?" Li Yingzi asked worriedly.
Jiang Siming smiled unconcernedly. "Don't worry. He won't be getting out for at least twenty years."
"That's more like it. Someone like him deserves to rot in prison." Sakura muttered angrily.
"All right, go comfort your aunt. I need to head back and make some desserts for you two." Jiang Siming raised the box in his hand.
Sakura nodded, reminded Jiang Siming to stay safe, and then ran into the apartment to visit Zhou Yun.
Jiang Siming glanced at the bandages scattered on the ground, casually