20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3786 I Don't Want to Become the Joke of the Year
"Alright, your sister-in-law is no longer causing trouble. Now, how do you suggest we resolve this?"

While Lin Xiaojie was still feeling anxious and helpless, she heard Zhao Chang'an say something to the man on the phone.

She was immediately taken aback, yet she couldn't suppress the secret, almost embarrassing, joy hidden deep inside her.

The term "sister-in-law" signifies that Zhao Chang'an has accepted and acknowledged her status and position, much like spring rain nourishing a seed buried in fertile soil, causing it to slowly sprout and blossom uncontrollably.

Her pretty face, which had been deathly pale when she saw Zhao Chang'an in the corridor that night, had transformed into a radiant beauty.

As for how this jerk's groping had caused her pelvic floor muscles to go out of control, making her feel like a man with prostate problems—it was a terrible situation—Lin Xiaojie didn't want to think about it anymore. After all, it was his fault, and he had to solve the problem for her.

If anyone's going to lose face, it'll be him!
Wen Ye, who had also practiced the ancient martial art of "gentleman does not use weapons" and had already reached the second level of "gentleman hides weapons within," naturally heard the two breathing sounds and heartbeats on the other end of the phone. Although he wanted to scold Zhao Chang'an for being ridiculous, he had to give them face since his sister-in-law was there.

He said, "Do you know why you used wrought iron and silver needles to administer air to Dang Chenying instead of just using your fingers? It's because those silver needles utilize the different properties of wrought iron and silver. The core material is a wrought iron-silver alloy, and the outer layer is pure silver, which is like making a flow control tube. It's like a reverse Tesla valve. No matter how much air you put into it in each time unit, the amount of air flowing out of the tip of the silver needle is always the same as the amount in that one silver needle."

"Regardless of how you deliver air to the silver needles, regardless of their grade, once the wrought iron teardrop-shaped gas tank at the needle tip is filled instantly, the amount of air delivered per unit time is one silver needle unit for that needle."

Zhao Chang'an understood immediately: "So you only told me the needle number for each acupoint and the corresponding acupuncture time, but you weren't worried at all that I might make a mistake since it was my first time treating her. Because after standardizing the procedure, as long as the needle number and the needle time are correct, there won't be any problems."

"Child prodigy".

Wen Ye praised, "So to outsiders, you displayed a miraculous, unique skill, but in reality, it's just brute force overcoming all techniques. The only problem is that you can provide the energy source, while others, even if they understand this principle, are powerless without it. Now you understand, right? It's fortunate you're only on the first floor; if you were on the second floor, you would have crippled her. You truly are ignorant and fearless!"

Lin Xiaojie couldn't help but reach out her little hand to pinch Zhao Chang'an again to vent her dissatisfaction, but he gently pinched her with his right index and middle fingers, and she groaned and immediately became obedient.

Why didn't you remind me before?

"You're starting to complain about me now? You've only ordered it once in the past three years. Do I really need to tell you such a basic thing?"

Zhao Chang'an thought about it and realized that made sense. He also mentioned that when he had previously attacked Geng Erxi in Chinatown in North America, he hadn't taken the needle directly from his hand, but instead used silver needles to prick several acupoints on him.

Wen Ye didn't need to explain the importance of this to him; he naturally knew how powerful this thing was. However, he had just been momentarily confused and had foolishly played a high-level game.

Wen Ye made him three silver needles, calling them killing needles. All he had to do was inject air into the target's finger and pierce it once.

"The three needles I gave you have cores made of a fully tubular wrought iron-silver alloy. Even if the infusion is instantaneous, although the amount infused is small, the burst of power per unit time is immense. As a conductor inserted into the skin, the force is far more potent than if you were to press your finger against an acupoint. Do you understand now?"

"I understand, but you haven't told me how to solve it."

"This depends on each person's physical condition, but I estimate that it will take at least half a month for you to fully recover on your own."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiaojie's flushed face turned pale again. If it had been half a month, she would have preferred to jump yesterday (the day before yesterday) instead, as it would have been less stressful and at least she wouldn't have suffered such a terrifying social death.

The story Zhao Chang'an told about someone who ruptured their bladder from playing cards became the city's biggest joke of the year. She had actually heard about it before. The principal had even mentioned it at a meeting of all the teachers, saying that you should never punish naughty students by making them stand for an entire morning. This was no joke.

If this gets out, will it become the biggest joke in Chongqing?
If that were to happen, I wouldn't be able to live at all!
Zhao Chang'an gently pinched Lin Xiaojie to calm her down and asked, "What if it doesn't recover on its own?" "Well, have your sister-in-law step aside, I'll talk to you privately."

Zhao Chang'an tilted his head slightly to look at Lin Xiaojie, whose face was pressed against his, but she was clearly unwilling.

Zhao Chang'an knew that Wen Ye didn't care whether his 'sister-in-law' was eavesdropping or not; he was just using this sentence to indicate that only Zhao Chang'an could hear what he was saying, in order to avoid awkwardness when they met in the future.

“She sat down there, you say.”

"I can't do anything about leaving her like this for the next three days. Let her muscle sensation recover a little bit. Once she regains her sensation, you can use the Gentleman's Indispensable Herbal Elixir to treat her for one night, and she should be mostly recovered."

"How do I know if she has regained her sense of touch, and how much of it is enough?"

"Weren't you coming today?"

"Correct."

"Let's talk about it when we meet."

It was obvious that Wen Ye knew his sister-in-law was still eavesdropping, and he felt it was disrespectful to talk about such things in front of her. Although it was a medical issue, it was still more appropriate to avoid discussing it with Zhao Chang'an alone.

"Alright, go back to sleep. If you're feeling refreshed and ready to go now, I suggest you go find Xiao Chu and ask her for help—"

Zhao Chang'an was making lewd remarks with great enthusiasm, but before he could finish, he heard a "beep beep beep" sound, and Wen Ye hung up the phone.

-

Just after five in the morning, when Jiangcheng was still in the pre-dawn hour, Zhao Chang'an drove Lin Xiaojie away from Jiangda University and headed towards the Guanggu Hotel where he was staying.

As Zhao Chang'an passed a trash can by the roadside near the school, he threw the plastic bag containing wet toilet paper into the trash can.

"I'll buy some food later. You can drive into the hotel's underground parking lot, then take the elevator up to my room. You probably won't run into anyone there. You didn't sleep last night, so get some rest. I'll bring you some clothes at noon—a long, thin down jacket and loose-fitting wide-leg pants. With your size, one extra-large panty liner should be enough for two or three hours. Change in the airport restroom before boarding. The flight from Jiangcheng to Zhengzhou won't take long, and we'll stay at an airport hotel tonight, so there'll be plenty of time. If necessary, you can also change in the restroom on the plane; it's very convenient."

Lin Xiaojie sat in the back row, looking at Zhao Chang'an's back with complicated eyes. Listening to his well-organized arrangements for her, she sighed and said, "President Zhao, you've really messed me up! I've met you twice, and neither time was anything good."

“I don’t think it was my fault these two times. The first time you rode your bike without unlocking it and fell. This time, luckily I sensed that you were a little upset.”

Zhao Chang'an asked, "Is your leg fully recovered? You fell so hard last time, and you still wore high heels? Qiao Zhanhai is really something. He called you last time, and he called you again this time, and he even made you wear such high heels. Didn't he know you had just fallen?"

"Because I'm the most beautiful!"

A slightly playful and proud remark from Lin Xiaojie, who was sitting behind him, made Zhao Chang'an look at her with new respect. This girl was not stupid, and she seemed to be particularly adaptable.