Isn't This a Contract Marriage? Why Are You Sneaking Kisses! - Chapter 6

As a hospital VIP, the full suite of examinations and treatments was completed quickly.

The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the air.

A balding male doctor held the test results, carefully examining Shen Silie’s swollen ankle.

“The sprain is quite severe, but the bones are fine. Once you go home, rest well and recuperate for a while; avoid any major movements. If you’re concerned, you can stay in the hospital for two days of observation before heading back.”

Shen Silie lay on the hospital bed. To make it easier to treat his injuries, his pants had long been removed, replaced by loose hospital trousers with the legs rolled up high.

Most of his left leg was covered by the blanket, while his right leg was exposed.

His legs were long and thin, startlingly pale. His ankle bone was so delicate it looked as if a single hand could encircle it. The wound on his knee had already been disinfected, carefully treated, and properly bandaged.

However, the swollen ankle still looked frightening.

Shen Silie hung his head. His hair at the temples was soaked with cold sweat, sticking to his face. His entire countenance was deathly pale, and his arms were still trembling from the residual pain.

He looked as though he didn’t have a shred of energy left to speak.

Shang Jichen stood to the side, his gaze sweeping over Shen Silie’s legs. When his eyes passed over that strange scar, they lingered for two seconds before he turned to the doctor. “Let him stay in the hospital for a few days to observe the situation.”

The doctor nodded, packed up the medical records, gave a few more instructions, and left the ward.

The door clicked shut softly, leaving only Shen Silie and Shang Jichen in the room.

The air in the room suddenly grew stagnant.

Shen Silie kept his head down, doing his best to avoid his injuries as he slowly pulled the blanket over his legs.

Shang Jichen’s gaze remained on him. That inexplicable sense of pressure—even when the man was being gentle—still made him feel somewhat uneasy.

“Are you hungry?” Shang Jichen asked, his tone soft.

Shen Silie froze. He looked up, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and shook his head. His voice was hoarse.

“The exams are done. I’m fine.”

“There’s no need for further trouble.”

The intent to refuse was very clear.

During the waiting period for the results, the driver had rushed over to apologize frantically. Compensation had been accepted, and the checkup was done; he didn’t want to bring any additional trouble upon himself.

Shen Silie tried to explain that he was fine—if one ignored his pupils, which were so dilated from pain they could barely focus.

Shang Jichen didn’t respond. He turned, walked to the window, and dialed a number.

“Arrange for two caregivers to come over. Buy some food—keep it light.” Shang Jichen gave a few brief instructions to the person on the other end, then hung up and walked back to the bedside.

“There’s no need…” Hearing the word “caregivers,” Shen Silie started to protest, but Shang Jichen cut him off.

“It’s no trouble,” Shang Jichen said, his gaze landing on Shen Silie’s face with a hint of unquestionable authority. “This happened because of us. I will take responsibility.”

Shen Silie bit his lip and said nothing more. He wasn’t good at handling situations like this.

Being taken care of…

It always felt very strange.

Shang Jichen suddenly spoke: “My name is Shang Jichen.”

Shen Silie paused, looking up into those deep green eyes. It took him a long moment to reply: “Shen Silie.”

Shang Jichen paused slightly. “Is it Li as in ‘moon’ (月)?”

Note: The character 栎 can be pronounced ‘Li’ or ‘Yue’. In names, it is often ‘Yue’.

Having corrected people for years, Shen Silie saw at a glance which character the man was thinking of. He shook his head. “The Li as in ‘oak tree’ (栎树), but it is pronounced Yue.”

“Shen Silie,” Shang Jichen repeated his name while staring into his eyes.

“Yue-Yue…”

Whether it was intentional or not, the man pronounced the two syllables very slowly, as if murmuring them on the tip of his tongue, carrying an indescribable nuance.

“Mm,” Shen Silie hummed softly, his fingers unconsciously gripping the bedsheets.

BAM!

The door was suddenly thrown open from the outside.

“Xiao Yue! How is your leg? Is it serious? Let me see!”

“Shen Silie!”

A male voice and a female voice rang out simultaneously at the door.

Shen Silie looked toward the sound.

Fei Qingya was the first to rush into the ward, panting for breath.

Ji Yunshen followed closely behind with staggering steps. His hair was a mess, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, his shirt was buttoned incorrectly, and even his coat was just thrown on haphazardly. He looked like he had just bolted out of bed.

Seeing the person on the bed, Ji Yunshen rushed to the bedside. He braced his hands on the edge of the bed and leaned over close to Shen Silie’s face, his breathing fast and heavy.

He jerked the blanket off Shen Silie’s legs, reaching down to feel the injury.

Right then, a hand reached out from the side, firmly gripping his arm and pulling him away from the bed with an unyielding strength.

Ji Yunshen turned in shock, coming face-to-face with Shang Jichen’s gentle yet cold eyes.

“Apologies. You seemed a bit too agitated.”

Shang Jichen released Ji Yunshen’s arm and habitually pulled the blanket back up to cover Shen Silie again.

“The doctor just finished treating his wounds. If you do that, you might hit the injury, and he’ll be in pain again.”

Driven by some sort of instinct, Ji Yunshen’s gaze instantly turned cold. He stared at Shang Jichen’s hand, his tone unfriendly: “Who are you?”

Fei Qingya stepped quickly to the bedside. She reached out to touch Shen Silie’s leg but stopped in mid-air, afraid of hurting him.

She simply asked with a frown, “Does it still hurt?”

Shen Silie shook his head at Fei Qingya and tapped his eyes. “Why aren’t you wearing your glasses? Can you see anything?”

Fei Qingya squinted and huffed a bit without speaking.

Shen Silie forced a small smile and mouthed a question to her while gesturing: Why is he here?

Fei Qingya looked away guiltily.

Shang Jichen’s expression remained calm. He glanced briefly at Fei Qingya, who was adjusting the blanket for Shen Silie, then turned back to Ji Yunshen. His voice was steady.

“My driver accidentally hit him.”

Ji Yunshen’s expression turned mocking, and he let out a cold snort. “Oh, so you’re the perpetrator.”

Shang Jichen didn’t flinch; he maintained his refined politeness. However, he didn’t respond to Ji Yunshen. Instead, he turned back to Shen Silie.

“Would it be convenient to give me your phone?”

Shen Silie hesitated for two seconds before fishing out his phone from the other side.

Seeing the phone didn’t even have a passcode set, Shang Jichen arched an eyebrow. He opened the contacts and entered a number.

“This is my contact information.” Shang Jichen handed the phone back after entering the note. “If there are any issues with your leg later on, contact me at any time.”

Suppressing a strange, dazed feeling in his heart, Shen Silie took the phone back and looked at the three characters on the screen: Shang Jichen.

He nodded.