PDLP Chapter 28 Another Possibility
Chapter 28 Another Possibility
The taxi's taillights gradually blurred in the rain, eventually turning the corner and disappearing from sight.
Before leaving, Lizhi went on and on about a lot of precautions for using the medication—spray three times a day, wipe the skin with warm water before applying the plaster… If Yaxian felt a lot of pain, she could use an ice pack, but not for too long.
Actually, he already knew most of these things, but Huang Lizhi was willing to give such detailed instructions, so he listened attentively.
Inside the taxi, the air conditioning was on full blast, blowing on her wet hair. The cool sensation made her a little more awake. Huang Lizhi swept her hair to one side and rested her head against the car window, which made her feel more comfortable. Her eyes looked at the scenery rushing past outside the window, and she carefully savored the night.
She hadn't noticed and put her hand on his shoulder, and she felt a little embarrassed, but he wasn't surprised at all. Given Zheng Daoxun's strong sense of boundaries, he probably would have felt uncomfortable if the distance between them had gotten even slightly closer.
Moreover, when Jung Do-hoon patted her shoulder, the movement was so natural.
Could it be that in Jung Do-hoon's eyes, the relationship between the two was much closer than Hwang Yee-ji thought?
It's not impossible, after all, when he encounters trouble, the first person he thinks of is Huang Lizhi, and Huang Lizhi even delivered his sofa!
As for the "she" he mentioned unintentionally.
If they were also artists who were stranded in Indonesia during this trip, the timing simply wouldn't match.
She knew Zheng Daoxun's life trajectory all too well:
He went abroad to study at the age of eighteen, returned to China to serve in the military at the age of twenty-two, and was sent to New York at the age of twenty-three.
He was transferred back to South Korea at the age of 25.
It would be almost impossible for him to have time to date other celebrities during this period. If you were to count the people in the industry he knows, it would probably only be himself and Ya-Hsien.
There is one possibility!
When he was in Indonesia, some people teased him with phrases like "a hero saving a damsel in distress." That's why he unconsciously mentioned someone.
Hmm, the more I think about it, the more likely it seems...
"Is the air conditioning set too low?" The driver's voice suddenly broke Huang Lizhi's thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I see you're covering your shoulders; you look cold."
No!
When Zheng Daoxun got home, his hair was almost completely wet. He took the medicine Huang Lizhi had recommended in his hand and knocked on Ya Xian's door.
"Come in."
The air conditioning in the room was set very low. Ya Xian huddled under the covers, only her forehead and eyes showing. She was completely wrapped up in the blankets, looking no different from a caterpillar.
As expected of a child, they like to turn the air conditioning up really low and then cover themselves up completely.
Zheng Daoxun placed the bag on her bedside table: "Once you've bought it, I'll spray it for you."
"I can do it myself." Ya Xian stretched out her fair arm and took the spray.
Ya Xian picked up the spray and shook it, then tried to find the right angle on her ankle for a long time. She tried twice, spraying the spray either on the edge of the gauze or on the sheet. Finally, she got it right on the last spray—but she sprayed too much, and the medicine dripped down her ankle.
Zheng Daoxun sighed, picked up a tissue, and wiped the excess medicine off Ya Xian's ankle.
Perhaps it was because she was ticklish? Ya Xian arched her entire leg, each toe exerting force.
He was only holding Ya Xian's ankle, he didn't scratch her.
Ya Xian didn't say anything. After Zheng Daoxun finished wiping her down, she quickly hid back under the covers, her voice muffled as she said:
"Oppa".
"Um?"
"You don't need to hire a caregiver. I can take care of myself." Ya Xian said this very seriously. "I can wash up by myself, go to the toilet by myself, and—"
"Let's talk about it when you can walk on crutches," Zheng Daoxun interrupted her.
Ya Xian paused for a moment, then threw back the covers and, unwilling to give up, picked up the crutch leaning against the bedside and used it to stand up. She took a couple of steps, but the coordination between the crutch and her feet was clearly uncoordinated, and her center of gravity shifted from left to right.
Zheng Daoxun reached out and helped her up.
"We'll talk about it when you can walk from your room to the living room on your own with crutches," he said, helping Ya Xian back to bed. "Hiring a caregiver is for your health. If you fall and get hurt while you're home alone, it could really delay your recovery for several months."
Ya Xian looked down at her ankle and remained silent.
If a caregiver is hired, can Zheng Daoxun completely abandon Yaxian to the caregiver?
However, it was difficult to express this inexplicable anxiety. Thinking back, she realized that she had never really acted cute with her oppa since she was a child.
Good heavens... Just thinking about how Ya-hsien would act cute with Jung Do-hoon gave her goosebumps.
She was actually embarrassed by her own sentimentality.
"I've already taken the day off for tomorrow," Jung Do-hoon said, sitting down by the bed. "I'll stay home and take care of you."
Ya Xian looked up, her eyes widening slightly: "Take leave? What about your work then?"
"Do you only see me as someone who works?" Jung Do-hoon's tone was tinged with helplessness. "I'm a living, breathing person, Jung Ya-hsien. I have a normal life too, and I also have to take care of my injured sister at home. I'm not a work machine."
"Really? Hmm, that's right. Otherwise, how could you get a female idol to come to your house with just one phone call at night?" Ya-Hsien pouted slightly.
"Aren't you an idol too?"
"That's different!"
Zheng Daoxun smiled and stopped teasing her.
He ruffled Ya Xian's hair: "Go to sleep early. Call me if you need anything, I'm right next door."
"Okay." Ya-hsien pulled the blanket up to her chest, watched Jung Do-hoon walk to the door, and suddenly called out again, "Oppa."
"Um?"
"...It's nothing. Goodnight."
"Just give me a call if anything comes up."
"knew!"
The next morning, Jeong Do-hoon woke up very early.
He processed a few work messages first, then made a list: wheelchair, small stool, bath tub.
A wheelchair must be rented; we can't let Ya-xian use crutches all the time. As for the small stool, it's for her to sit on in the bathroom to wash her body. The bath tub is for Ya-xian to soak in and take a bath. If she only washes her body all the time, Ya-xian will become smelly.
As soon as he opened the bedroom door, he saw Ya Xian walking back and forth in the room with crutches. The coordination between the crutches and her feet had improved a bit compared to yesterday, but she was still a little unsteady.
She saw Zheng Daoxun standing in the doorway, stopped immediately, raised her chin, a smug look on her face, and was about to speak when the bottom of her cane slipped on the floor, causing her to lose her balance instantly—
Zheng Daoxun rushed forward and reached out to catch her.
"Oh." He helped Ya Xian steady herself, feeling both annoyed and amused. "I shouldn't have hired a caregiver. Why are you making things so difficult for yourself?"
Ya-Hsien buried her face in Jung Do-Hsun's chest, her smug expression still lingering, now tinged with embarrassment at being caught red-handed.
"You need to take good care of yourself," Zheng Daoxun said, helping her to the bedside. His tone was more serious than before. "The doctor said you need to rest for several months, otherwise you'll easily develop a habit of injury. If you fall again and the injury worsens, it won't just be a matter of two or three months."
Ya Xian rubbed her head against the wall and changed the subject, saying, "I'm hungry, go make breakfast."