Chapter Eighty-six: Behind the Conspiracy is a Thick Love

  "Wooo---wooo---" Just then, the sound of a police car suddenly echoed through the empty streets. Listening to that intermittent siren, Jiang Fengchen finally let out a sigh of relief - they're finally here!

  The three of them suddenly changed their expressions, and one of them said: "The police are here, let's go!"

  "Damn it!" The leader spat out a mouthful of saliva, resentfully glared at Jiang Fengchen for two seconds, and then quickly waved his hand, leading the other two to slip away from the street corner.

  Only after the three people had walked far away did Jiang Fengchen relax, looking down at An Yiran, "Yiran, are you okay?"

  An Yi Rang covered his wound in pain, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, "It's...it's fine..."

  "I'll help you back to the bar first."

  An Yi Rang nodded weakly and slowly walked towards the bar with Jiang Feng Chen's support. Until they went in, a figure emerged from a dark corner not far away. He was wearing a black jumpsuit, holding a miniature player, and his expressionless face wore large sunglasses that almost covered half of his face. He gazed at the entrance of the bar from afar, took out his phone from his pocket, and dialed a number: "Yuan, mission accomplished, they're fine now."

  "Thank you, from now on, keep a closer eye on Ran's sister, don't let her get into trouble again."

  "I will." The man hung up the phone and silently disappeared into the darkness.

  After emergency treatment at the bar, Jiang Fengchen quickly sent An Yiran to the nearest hospital. The doctor looked at the injury and immediately frowned, scolding: "The injury is so serious, but you don't take good care of it. If you lose this arm, it would be better off, why suffer like this!"

  Hearing the doctor's words, Jiang Fengchen was startled and asked anxiously: "Doctor, this injury..."

  The cold-faced doctor paused for a moment, then expressionlessly said: "If there's another accident in the future, I'm afraid you'll be left with aftereffects. Take good care of yourself and you can still fully recover."

  Upon hearing this, Jiang Fengchen's heart finally settled down. He repeatedly expressed his gratitude to the doctor, "Thank you, Doctor! Thank you, Doctor! From now on, we will be very careful and there won't be any more accidents."

  The cold-faced doctor nodded silently and instructed a few more words before walking out of the ward.

  Jiang Feng turned his head to look at An Yiran, seeing that her complexion had improved slightly, and he felt a little comforted in his heart. He said: "Yiran, don't do such reckless things again in the future. You also heard what the doctor just said, if there's another accident, your arm will be in trouble."

  An Yiran gently stroked his injured arm, smiled faintly and said, "It has played its greatest role. If it can't be kept because of this, there's nothing to regret."

  Jiang Fengchen's lips moved slightly, but in the end he didn't say anything.

  The quiet hospital isolated all the hustle and bustle of the city. The open window let in a gentle breeze, blowing up the curtains that were pulled aside. An Yiran gazed calmly out the window, sighing: "Spring is coming."

  Jiang Fengchen followed her gaze and looked out the window, where a picturesque leisure area unfolded before his eyes. The winding path stretched far into the distance, lined with two rows of trees that were vigorously sprouting new buds in the early spring season. The tender green leaves reflected a bright light under the street lamps, casting a warm glow. Under the street lamps, several rhododendron flowers had been planted, and a few buds had opened prematurely, their vibrant colors standing out against the uniform green landscape.

  He suddenly remembered the rhododendron in Jiangcheng Liu Jing Park, and his eyes involuntarily dimmed.

  "Feng Chen? Feng Chen?"

  In a daze, Jiang Fengchen suddenly heard An Yiran calling out to him and snapped back to reality. He looked at An Yiran with a blank expression, "What's wrong?"

  "What are you thinking about? You're so absorbed in thought, I've called you several times and you haven't heard me."

  "There's nothing much, just gazing out of the window at the scenery a bit more carefully."

  An suddenly couldn't help but chuckle and said, "When did you become so sentimental?"

  Jiang Fengchen smiled awkwardly.

  "Go ask the doctor if I can go back, I don't want to stay in the hospital."

  Jiang Fengchen furrowed his brow and said, "Let's stay overnight first, just in case..."

  An Yiran interrupted him repeatedly and joked: "You just want me to get into trouble?"

  Jiang Fengchen also suddenly smiled, "Alright, I'll go ask."

  The result was naturally agreed, and it was just a relapse of the wound, which could be handled with some treatment. The most important thing was still to rely on the patient's own careful rest and recuperation. After Jiang Fengchen sent An Yiran back home, he left, as it was already late at night, and he didn't want to linger too long as a lone man with a single woman. He repeatedly reminded An Yiran to take good care of herself and to call him immediately if anything happened.

  Jiang Fengchen had just left when Xiao Yuan arrived. She rushed into An Yiran's bedroom as soon as she entered the door and anxiously asked, "Yiran sister, how are you?"

  An Yiran had just sat down on the sofa when he saw Xiao Yuan rush in, looking surprised and asked: "Xiao Yuan? How did you get here?"

  "As soon as I heard that something had happened to you, I rushed over. But sister, have you forgotten what you promised me last time? It's only been a few days, how could you turn your back on it so quickly? Do you not cherish your own life?"

  An Yiran let out a deep sigh, "Whose life isn't precious?"

  Upon hearing this, Xiao Yan's brow furrowed instantly, and he said solemnly: "Ran sister, you've changed."

  An Yiran slightly raised her eyes and said seriously: "Xiao Yuan, Jiang Fengchen is innocent. He just happened to like the daughter of your enemy's family."

  As soon as the enemy was mentioned, a resentful and angry glint flashed in Xiao Yan's eyes, his fists clenched unconsciously, and he narrowed his eyes fiercely: "He shouldn't have, but he happened to run into me, this gun mouth, hurt someone by mistake, I can only say sorry."

  At this, An Yiran suddenly raised her eyes and looked at her, "That reporter, was it arranged by you?"

  "Sister!" Xiao Yan bent down, tightly grasping An Yiran's hands, and said with a pained expression: "Can't you wake up? You and Jiang Fengchen won't have a future together, I don't want to see the day when you'll get hurt because of him, do you understand?"

  "Xiao Yan, I'm begging you, don't hurt him, he's innocent," An Yiran said wearily, closing his eyes and leaning back against the sofa, letting out a sigh: "I've never asked you for anything before, just this once."

  Xiao Yan let go of An Yiran's hand in disappointment and said faintly, "Yiran sister, don't you really regret it?"

  An Yi shook his head firmly.

  Looking at An Yiran's decision, Xiao Yan suddenly stood up, turned his back to her and said: "From now on, Jiang Fengchen is my responsibility. You can't intervene anymore. Concern leads to chaos."

  An Yiran suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and looked at Xiao Yuan, saying: "This is a different matter, you know I can tell them apart. Jiang Fengchen was not in this plan from the beginning, was he? And if you do this, it will disrupt the entire plan, and we'll have to replan again. Xiao Yuan, are all our efforts going to be in vain?"

  The little swallow lowered her head, and her voice was choked with sobs. "I just don't want you to sacrifice yourself in this plan, but sister, you and An Yijun are my last relatives."

  An Yiran walked ahead of her, gently holding her hand and said: "We will all be fine. No matter what I do to Jiang Fengchen, breaking up Su Yisuo and Jiang Fengchen was originally part of my plan, they won't end up together after all, so even if I like him, it doesn't necessarily mean there's no ending."

  "Aren't you worried that one day he will see through your scheme?"

  "I believe you'll handle it well, won't you?"

  The little swallow nodded slightly and smiled, "I also believe."

  "Now you can rest assured?"

  Speaking of which, Xiao Yan's heart that had just been put down couldn't help but rise again, saying: "Unwilling, how can I be willing? You always put yourself in a dangerous situation!"

  An Yiran smiled slyly, "As long as you can eliminate the harm for the people and handle the tail of that smuggling gang well, as long as Jiang Fengchen won't be in danger, then I won't be in danger either."

  Xiao Yan gazed at her gloomily, "Ran sister, I think I've been set up by you."

  An Yiran lifted the corners of his mouth without any disguise and said, "I know you're willing to take this bait."

  February 27, 2011. Sunday. The 100th day before the college entrance examination for the third-year high school students of 2011.

  That afternoon, all the third-year high school students in Jiang City No. 2 gathered at the stadium, where leaders were to hold a hundred-day mobilization meeting.

  It's a day to set free dreams, and everyone got a balloon. Su Yisu and her classmates were holding oil-based pens, scribbling enthusiastically on the balloons.

  "Hey, you should write your dreams! Write which university you want to get into!" Li Shuiyan couldn't help but tease Su Yisuo, who had only drawn a big smiley face on the balloon.

  Su Yi couldn't help but roll her eyes, "What's with this 'releasing flying dreams' nonsense? Just writing it down and it'll come true? I'd rather use it to doodle, that's more fun." As she spoke, she bent her head again and seriously drew a few more strokes.

  Li Shuiyan felt as if countless crows were flying over his head. Did this guy understand what it meant to have a crush on someone? What it meant to have expectations?

  "Classmates!" The leader on the podium finally spoke up, "There are only 100 days left until the college entrance examination, I hope everyone can hold on!"

  Su Yisuo couldn't help but think to herself and was about to ramble on again.

  "On this day of chasing dreams, let's sing a song loudly and shout out all our passion and hope!"

  Music started, the melodious rhythm floated throughout the stadium, and the high school students standing in the middle of the stadium sang along with the music in a weak and listless manner, which was really pitiful to see. Strangely, the leaders on stage looked very enjoyable and serious.

  "How did they manage to do that?" Su Yisou wondered, leaning over and whispering in Li Shuoyan's ear.

  Li Shuiyan pouted, "Can't even do this, what kind of leader are you?"

  "Also," Su Yisu nodded in agreement, and couldn't help but mock: "On such a sacred day, we have to sing such a sacred song, what's with 'Victory'? Ugh... it's too torturous."

  "I think so too." Li Shuiyan nodded in agreement, a rare sight.

  After finishing the song, the leaders coughed lightly and said: "Fellow students, let go of the dreams in your hands! Let's work hard!"

  As the firework burst, more than two thousand balloons floated into the sky. Su Yisu looked up at the scene with her head raised and silently prayed: Chen, bless me, I'll be graduating soon!