“Doctor Jiang, please stop our boss’s bleeding—his arm got sliced by glass!”
Jiang Xiaoshuai looked up. “Where is he?”
A familiar, infuriating silhouette filled the doorway: tall, buzz-cut, up-tilted eyes, a smile that was warm yet razor-sharp. One hand clamped over a cut arm; blood had dripped all the way in, its metallic tang stabbing Jiang’s nostrils.
Jiang stood motionless, face like ice.
Li Wang prodded, “Come on, Doctor Jiang—this is real blood. You’re not gonna let him bleed out, are you?” He flung a thick stack of cash onto the desk.
A thick stack—easily a six-figure wad.
Jiang walked straight to the exam table and sat.
Li Wang leaned to Guo’s ear. “Told you—money talks. Quit treating him like some saintly lotus.”
Guo answered with silence and obediently stretched out his arm.
When the wound was dressed, Jiang jerked his chin toward the back room. “Bed. Face down. Injection.”
Before Guo could move, his henchmen had already scattered.
Jiang mixed the meds outside, then stepped in—and his blood pressure spiked.
Guo had shoved his trousers down to his knees, full frontal on display, brazenly pointing the goods right at Jiang. No shame, no cover-up—just flaunting it.
Jiang let his eyes rest there all of two seconds, then shifted them away.
“Turn around,” he said.
Guo kept facing him, unmoving.
Jiang flicked the air from the syringe. “If you want this shot in your JB, I’m happy to oblige.”
Guo grinned. “Doctor Jiang, you’re blunt.”
“One more filthy joke and get out!” Jiang barked.
Chastised—and secretly delighted—Guo flopped onto the bed.
Jiang drove the needle in without mercy.
“Ah—!”
Out in the hall a goon brightened. “Whoa, that was quick!”
Three dark lines popped onto Li Wang’s forehead. “Pretty sure…that was Guozi yelling?”
…
When the injection was done, Guo dawdled until Li Wang pushed the door open.
“Guozi, Ma Er rang—urgent. Wants you over now.”
Guo didn’t linger. He headed for the exit.
Whup-whup-whup—
The cash stack sailed after him, bundles smacking Li Wang, a lone fifty fluttering loose.
Jiang waved three bills. “I’ll keep this two-fifty. Off you go.”
Guo shot Li Wang a mocking look; Li Wang cringed.
After Guo left, Jiang turned—and found Wu Suowei in the bedroom doorway, staring at him with a complicated expression.
Jiang flushed. “How long’ve you been standing there?”
Wu didn’t answer. He strode up, ebony eyes gleaming oddly, making cold sweat bead on Jiang’s back.
Silence stretched, then Wu asked, very softly,
“How do you do it?”
“Huh?” Jiang blinked.
“He likes you, right? Keeps coming here to chase you? Even sliced his arm just to get close?” Wu rattled on.
Jiang guessed Wu was upset from earlier and now this bizarre scene, so he patted the broad shoulder, trying to soothe him. “You’ve got it wrong, I—”
“Teach me!” Wu suddenly gripped his hand.
“Teach you…what?”
“Teach me how to reel in a man.”