He had been caught red-handed, stolen goods and all.
Besides, the three police officers knew better than anyone what that blond punk was like.
A repeat offender with a long criminal record.
They cuffed him and took him away at once.
The blond punk hollered, "I want to confess! I want credit for helping the investigation! I want to report someone for paying me off! I'm not taking the fall for this alone!"
Amid the blond punk's furious, threatening shouts, Jiang Mingle was nearly scared out of his wits.
The police took Jiang Mingxi's statement at the scene, then left with the blond punk.
With something like this happening in the village, the village chief felt terribly guilty and remorseful, holding the director and Jiang Mingxi back to apologize at length.
Once they had seen the village chief off, the director let out a long breath, still shaken, and asked Jiang Mingxi, "Is your arm all right?"
It was actually just a shallow cut.
Nothing serious.
But Song Lan was there.
Jiang Mingxi glanced at Song Lan and immediately said, "It really hurts!"
The director gritted his teeth in anger. "The whole crew is getting up to burn incense tomorrow! Day after day, what the hell is all this? I'll have someone get a pig's head overnight! We're making a proper offering tomorrow!"
Song Lan said in a cool voice, "It's not safe staying alone. Let's put two people in each room."
Zhao Jiayuan wholeheartedly agreed and immediately said, "Exactly. Two to a room is better. I'll share with Jiang Mingxi, then."
Jiang Mingxi: ???
Chen Chong: ...
Song Lan: ...
The director nodded emphatically in agreement.
"That works too. Two to a room, so you can look out for each other. If anything happens again, at least... pfft, pfft, pfft! What do I mean, anything happens? Nothing's happening! Smooth sailing, good luck and great fortune! Happy New Year!"
The director was going out of his mind.
Phone in hand, he started calling people to bring him a pig's head.
Jiang Mingxi shook Zhao Jiayuan off. "Who's sharing with you? I'm sharing with Teacher Song."
Zhao Jiayuan snapped, "You're injured! If you share with Teacher Song, can he look after you? Can he put medicine on you? Who do you think I'm doing this for?"
Song Lan: ...
Jiang Mingxi: ...
Chen Chong scoffed. "You, looking after someone? Who was it who hung his underwear on..."
Before Chen Chong could finish, Zhao Jiayuan lunged at him like a wild boar whose tail had caught fire.
He hooked an arm around Chen Chong's neck and clapped a hand over his mouth. "Shut up! Don't say it!"
The two started fighting again at the slightest disagreement.
Jiang Mingxi immediately gave Song Lan a fawning smile. "Take me in, Teacher Song."
Song Lan glanced at him, then turned and walked out.
He hadn't said yes.
But silence meant consent.
Jiang Mingxi knew from experience and happily hurried after him.
Normally, with four people deciding the room arrangements for all five of them, completely ignoring Jiang Mingle's existence, Jiang Mingle would have blown up long ago.
But today.
He was scared half to death.
At a complete loss, he saw everyone dispersing and hurried straight back to his room to call Jiang Ke to save his life.
"Teacher Song, I'm injured. You'll look after me, right?" Jiang Mingxi asked, sidling up beside Song Lan with a sly little expression.
Song Lan waited until he had entered the courtyard, then reached back and shut the gate.
Ignoring his pointless question, he simply said, "Go inside first. I have something to do."
Seeing Song Lan take out his phone to make a call, Jiang Mingxi didn't dare disturb him and cheerfully went into Song Lan's room.
A beauty tucked away in a golden house~
"For the love of God! Do you know what time it is? Are you even human?" Bai Ge answered the call, her resentment so strong it could have crawled over through the electromagnetic waves.
Watching Jiang Mingxi's retreating figure enter the room, Song Lan briefly explained what had happened that evening.
Bai Ge's eyes went wide as she listened. "Fuck! That's some nerve! Is Jiang Mingxi all right?"
Song Lan's brows furrowed slightly. "His arm's injured. Pull some strings. Make sure this man stays nailed down in prison."
Bai Ge fell silent for a moment. "Be honest with me. Have you fallen for Jiang Mingxi?"
Song Lan was speechless. "Do I need to answer that again? Where's your brain?"
Bai Ge spat, "My brain works just fine. I've managed you since your debut. How many years has it been? When have you ever cared this much about someone else's business? Keeping him locked up won't be too hard, since it was theft involving a substantial sum, but it'll still take connections and favors. Is that something you, Song Lan, are willing to do?
"You won't admit you like him, so why exactly are you doing this?
"You have to give me something to go on, don't you?"
Song Lan gave her something to go on. "He's my fan."
With that.
He hung up.
Bai Ge: ...
You don't seriously think I have no brain, do you?
After hanging up, Song Lan took a deep breath.
He liked Jiang Mingxi?
Impossible!
They had only known each other for two days altogether.
No feelings could possibly develop in two days.
Putting his phone away, Song Lan returned to the room.
When he went in, Jiang Mingxi was standing on the floor.
Song Lan looked at him in puzzlement. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Jiang Mingxi hemmed and hawed. "I'm not sure whether I should take my pants off to sleep."
Song Lan: ...
Looking at Song Lan's instantly frozen expression, Jiang Mingxi looked hesitant. "I usually take my pants off when I sleep, but since I'm sleeping with Teacher Song tonight, I'm worried it might be inconvenient if I do."
Song Lan: ...
He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath.
He looked at this troublesome creature in dismay.
Suddenly, he regretted it a little.
Should he have let Zhao Jiayuan take him away?
"Sleep however you usually sleep!" Having tossed that out, Song Lan turned to get the rubbing alcohol. "Get into bed. I'll disinfect it and put some medicine on."
Jiang Mingxi restrained himself from jumping up and planting a kiss on Song Lan's face.
He obediently turned and climbed into bed.
After all.
He was getting ready to pull out all the stops in a bit!
Hehehe!
Heeheehee!
Just thinking about it excited him.
Since they were even sleeping together now, Jiang Mingxi certainly wasn't going to make himself uncomfortable.
He whipped his pants off.
Song Lan turned around just in time to see Jiang Mingxi's exposed pale legs.
It felt as if something had slammed into his chest. He abruptly averted his gaze, his throat a little tight. "Didn't you say you wouldn't take your pants off without an official relationship?"
Jiang Mingxi's hand paused on the quilt.
He swung his pale legs. "We're not official, so I couldn't take my pants off to have medicine put on my knee. But I have to take them off to sleep. What if keeping it covered makes the wound on my knee worse?"
Song Lan could barely look directly at his exposed legs.
His voice was almost a reprimand. "Cover yourself with the quilt."
Jiang Mingxi grinned at Song Lan. "My arm's injured. I can't pull the quilt. Could you cover me up, Teacher Song?"
You little tyrant!
Song Lan glared at him.
He pulled the quilt over his legs.
But afraid of brushing against the wound on his knee, he gentled his movements as he covered him.
Yet Jiang Mingxi just had to get frisky.
As Song Lan pulled the quilt over him, he moved his leg, brushing it against Song Lan's hand.
Song Lan instantly reacted as though he had been electrocuted.
He let go of the quilt.
Jiang Mingxi asked a question he already knew the answer to. "Teacher Song, what's wrong?"