Chapter 282: Unfortunately, He Has a Mouth

Wen Zifan was so angry that she could almost spiral into the sky on the spot!

Without hesitation, she let go of Chen Jianhai and tried to find her balance on her own. Although she had twisted her ankle, she thought it wasn't too severe. After all, her right foot was just numb without feeling any pain yet. If she walked slowly, she believed she could make it back by herself!

Even though Wen Zifan thought this, her right foot couldn't bear any weight at all. Her smooth and slender ankle, having scraped against the gravel and wooden planks on the ground, instantly became red and swollen. Adding to this was the fact that she was wearing high heels, making it nearly impossible for her to stand steadily. She staggered, looking like a wobbly penguin that had just learned to walk and was afraid to tread on ice.

"You can't even stand properly. Hurry back to the hotel and get it checked out."

Chen Jianhai turned around and squatted in front of Wen Zifan. "Come on, I'll carry you back."

"I can walk by myself!" Wen Zifan gritted her teeth and said.

Chen Jianhai's earlier words had really upset her. Today, even if her foot broke, she would walk back herself rather than letting others see her weak.

Chen Jianhai squatted there, watching his assistant hobble along. He felt utterly helpless. Even a turtle moved faster than her!

"If we wait for her at this pace, it'll be dark before we reach the hotel."

Time was limited, and Chen Jianhai still planned to check out the other beer-themed tents. Thinking of this, Chen Jianhai stood up, walked over, and without any hesitation, scooped Wen Zifan up in his arms and headed out of the tent.

"I can walk by myself!" Wen Zifan stubbornly said.

"You can walk however you like once we're at the hotel," Chen Jianhai said, carrying Wen Zifan as he walked out of the tent.

…

In the evening, many people came out for a walk along Binhai Road after dinner. Chen Jianhai, carrying Wen Zifan, walked along Binhai Road, gradually feeling his arms giving out. Wen Zifan seemed light, but she felt heavy! Where did all that weight come from? Chen Jianhai was exhausted and hot, with sweat dripping from his forehead into his eyes. He couldn't even wipe it off, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Just as he couldn't bear it any longer, he saw a bench by the roadside for pedestrians to rest. Seeing it as a lifesaver, Chen Jianhai ran over in a few strides, placed Wen Zifan on the bench, and collapsed beside her.

Having left in a hurry without bringing any tissue, Chen Jianhai lifted his T-shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, panting as he asked, "How's your foot? Does it hurt?"

Wen Zifan's peach blossom eyes showed some sympathy. Though this man had a sharp tongue, his actions genuinely touched her. As a mature and competent assistant, she ought to care for her boss. With that in mind, she said, "Boss, I feel much better. If I take off my shoes, I can walk slowly."

While speaking, Wen Zifan glanced lightly at her boss and added, "You can just help support me."

"Nonsense, your ankle is already swollen."

Chen Jianhai wiped off his sweat again, stood up, and squatted in front of Wen Zifan. "Come on, I'll carry you."

Wen Zifan hesitated, thinking she could walk on her own. It was just a twisted ankle, no need for him to carry her. Besides, seeing him so sweaty, she felt a bit sorry for him.

As Wen Zifan was about to speak to prove her leg was fine, Chen Jianhai spoke again.

"What are you dawdling for?"

"Hurry up, I still have things to do!"

Wen Zifan was so mad she almost used her bag to smash this annoying boss.

She didn't hold back anymore. Since she was wearing pants today and didn't worry about exposure, she wrapped her arms around his neck and climbed onto his back.

Instantly, their bodies pressed together at around 36 or 37 degrees, and in the warmth of the evening, they quickly broke into a sweat.

Wen Zifan felt like she was clinging to a furnace, while Chen Jianhai felt as if he was wearing a sheepskin coat, heating up to the point of bursting.

Although his arms were free now, the heat was almost unbearable.

The fragrant and sweet floral scent of her perfume fully wafted out. The distant sunset shone on the sea, reflecting golden scales.

Chen Jianhai stood still, then gently set Wen Zifan back onto the bench and said,

"Did you just say you could walk by yourself…?"

"Why don't you try walking a bit?"

…

Seeing the almost fiery look in Wen Zifan's peach blossom eyes,

Chen Jianhai quickly waved his hand, smiled, and said, "Just kidding. I can handle carrying 100 pounds easily."

After saying this, Chen Jianhai turned his back to Wen Zifan, bitterly waved his sore arms, then casually picked her up again and quickly walked back to Langai Hotel.

…

What was supposed to be a ten-minute walk felt like an eternity! Seeing the hotel from afar, Chen Jianhai almost cried with joy.

Amid the astonished gazes of the doormen, Chen Jianhai shouted desperately,

"Wheelchair!"

"Get a wheelchair quickly!"

Upon hearing this, one of the doormen quickly ran inside and came back pushing a wheelchair at top speed.

"Boss, what happened to Xiao Fan?"

Chen Jianhai placed Wen Zifan into the wheelchair, his hands so sore they felt numb, especially where her legs had pressed down painfully.

Looking down, he saw that Wen Zifan's ankle was swollen, with large bruises on her foot, clearly showing a severe sprain.

"She twisted her ankle. Take her to the medical room to get it checked."

"Alright, boss," the doorman responded promptly.

After ensuring Wen Zifan was taken care of, Chen Jianhai went back to his room to take a shower. He changed into fresh clothes and walked out of the hotel.

With all the running around, the sky had completely darkened.

"Ding dong," his phone rang—it was Xiao Lang.

"Brother Hai, have you had dinner? Let's get Big Bo together and celebrate."

Chen Jianhai was puzzled, "Celebrate what?"

"Laba Festival! I bought some eight-treasure porridge; let's have a can each."

Chen Jianhai looked at his phone.

Wow, time really flies. It felt like they had just celebrated the Winter Solstice, and now it was already Laba Festival.

"Alright, I'll go find him!"

After hanging up, Chen Jianhai headed to the kitchen. According to reliable reports from the staff, Chef Qiao Ni was currently preparing a buffet dinner in the Crystal Revolving Music Restaurant on the top floor.

Upon reaching the kitchen, the rich aroma of porridge greeted him.

Four employees were pushing a large pot of porridge outside.

"Hello, boss."

The employees greeted Chen Jianhai warmly.

"What's with all this porridge?" Chen Jianhai asked curiously, eyeing the large pot of eight-treasure porridge.

"This is for the cleaning staff at the Red House," one employee replied.

"Since it's Laba Festival, Chef Qiao Ni had us start making Laba porridge last night to bring to the Red House."

"Even though Laba porridge is traditionally not eaten after noon, the cleaning staff are busy during the day and can't have it."

"They'll be coming to eat tonight, so Chef Qiao Ni had us cook an extra pot so they can enjoy it too."

That's my Qiao Ni!!!

Chen Jianhai felt immensely gratified and said, "Go ahead, thank you for your hard work."

Watching them leave with the porridge, Chen Jianhai entered the kitchen and shouted,

"Qiao Ni, your dad is back!"