Chapter 211: Chapter 211

There were only three people in this area of the corridor: two tall men and one frail girl; it seemed like the girl was at a disadvantage.

But Shen Jianian was no longer the little bird under her parents’ wings; she had long since grown her own feathers. Maybe not strong, but enough to protect herself.

Shen Jianian’s face turned cold, her voice tinged with subtle sarcasm: "Sorry, I have no ambition to be the female lead, so let’s not waste Mr. Dong’s time. Please move aside."

Boss Dong had seen all kinds of women, and there were those more stubborn than Shen Jianian, yet in the end, didn’t they all fall into his hands, obediently doing as he said?

The process of taming them was also a kind of enjoyment.

"I really like Miss Shen’s temperament. It’s fine if you’re not interested in being the female lead; there are always other things to be interested in. In life, how can one have no pursuits or dreams, am I right? I guarantee, after talking with me, Miss Shen won’t regret it."

Boss Dong kept a smiling face, but his hands betrayed his true thoughts. He reached out to grab Shen Jianian’s wrist, but she deftly avoided him.

Shen Jianian gripped her bag strap tightly. The elevator was unusable, and the sixth floor wasn’t high. She turned to take the staircase of the safety corridor.

Boss Dong signaled his assistant with a look. If they let her go now, it would be like releasing a fish back into the sea—where would he find her again?

The assistant understood and quickly looped around to the front of Shen Jianian.

There were people in front and behind, causing Shen Jianian to stop in her tracks and turn around, her face as cold as frost.

There was persistence in Boss Dong’s eyes: "Now is Miss Shen willing to have a chat with me?"

Just at this moment, the elevator door opened, and someone walked out. It was a hotel waiter, dressed in a white shirt and black suit vest, a bow tie at the collar, holding a metal tray with an already opened bottle of red wine.

In a moment of quick thinking, Shen Jianian grabbed the glass decanter, not considering the consequences and poured the entire bottle over Boss Dong’s face.

The red wine drenched his head and face, as well as his body, turning the beige suit a different color.

The waiter holding the tray was stunned.

Shen Jianian placed the empty decanter back on the tray, slipped into the elevator while the door was still open, and pressed the close button before anyone could react.

Boss Dong had never been treated , his wine-stained face turning ashen with anger. After a long moment, he yelled at his assistant: "Why are you still standing there? Go after her!"

The assistant frantically pressed the elevator button, but unfortunately, the elevator was already descending, and the other one was still on the second basement level.

Shen Jianian left the hotel and immediately hailed a taxi, her emotions surging.

When she splashed red wine on Boss Dong, she hesitated not, because at that moment, a strange yet familiar voice emerged in her mind, telling her: Remember, if you encounter this kind of situation again, just splash away.

It seemed she had experienced a similar scene, where someone held her hand and taught her to do just that.

Who was it? Shen Jianian couldn’t recall.

The phone rang, and Shen Jianian closed her eyes, slowly exhaling a breath, reaching into her bag to take out the phone. The screen displayed Pei Che’s name.

Shen Jianian placed a hand on her chest, calming her racing heart, and answered the call.

"Is the banquet over?" Pei Che’s gentle voice came through the earpiece, like a stream of clear water washing away the turmoil in her heart, "I’ve finished work, I can swing by to pick you up."

Shen Jianian suddenly felt aggrieved, pursing her lips without speaking for a long time.

People are ; they can pretend to be strong when alone, but once someone shows care, the strong facade crumbles instantly, revealing a fragile inside.

"Did something happen?" Even without Shen Jianian saying anything, Pei Che could sense her emotion was off, a tacit understanding built over years of feelings.

He couldn’t help but feel anxious.

Shen Jianian didn’t hide her grievance: "I think I caused trouble."

"Where are you, I’ll come find you now." Pei Che was worried but maintained a calm tone to soothe her, "Don’t be afraid, no matter what trouble you’ve caused, as long as I’m here, no one will hurt you."

Shen Jianian looked out at the city nightscape retreating through the car window, she got off at a place in between to wait for him.

Pei Che drove to a nearby mall, then got out of the car and started running.

Shen Jianian sat on a public bench in the lobby, bright lights overhead. She wore a beautiful dress, with exquisite makeup, but her head was lowered, hands resting on the bench edges, legs together and straight, exuding a sense of loneliness and helplessness.

Suddenly, she heard a familiar rush of footsteps. Shen Jianian looked up, and sure enough, it was Pei Che.

He had come straight from a dinner meeting, his suit jacket folded over his arm, hair tousled from running, tie askew, and his fair forehead dotted with sweat.

Stopping in front of Shen Jianian, Pei Che knelt down, looking into her eyes with concern: "Tell me, what happened?"

Shen Jianian moved aside, gesturing for him to sit.

Pei Che sat beside her, still breathing heavily, listening to her recount what happened at the wrap party. Finally, she emphasized: "I didn’t actually suffer, I’m just worried that Boss Dong might take it out on the crew because of this."

She hadn’t thought about this when splashing the wine, it was only after leaving the hotel and getting in the car that the concern dawned on her.

"The movie’s done filming, so it shouldn’t affect much." Pei Che placed his jacket on his lap, wrapping his left arm around her shoulder, gently rubbing, "You did great, it’s not causing trouble. If you encounter such situations in the future, just resist, don’t worry about anything else."

Shen Jianian was stunned for a moment.

Pei Che continued, "But you need to assess the situation. If resisting would threaten your life safety, it’s best to find an opportunity to seek help. You were in a hotel, so calling for help loudly should have drawn people out, and you could also choose to call the police. Protecting yourself is the priority, even if you do cause trouble, that’s okay."

Shen Jianian looked at him, and after he finished speaking, she asked what she had been wondering all along: "Did you ever say something to me before?"

Pei Che paused for a moment: "What?"

"I mean, did I encounter something before, and you taught me to just splash the wine on that person." Shen Jianian said, "I have a vague impression, but it’s not very clear." The source of thɪs content is novel•fire.net

Pei Che’s heart thudded, leaving him speechless.

Before this, he never said such things to Little Nian. If she had the impression, then someone else must have told her. Who that person was, didn’t seem hard to guess.

The first of August, which was a Monday.

After Pei Che left for work, Shen Jianian went alone to Jiangcheng First Hospital, to see a neurology specialist, Doctor Zhang, who she was familiar with.

When her number was called, Shen Jianian looked up to confirm, and then pushed the door to enter the consulting office.

Doctor Zhang wasn’t a stranger to her. Once she sat down, he asked, "What’s uncomfortable?"

"Recently, some images have been flashing in my mind. I’m not sure if they’re part of my memory or for some other reason."

"Is there any discomfort in your brain?" Having had intracranial bleeding and surgery before, Doctor Zhang was first worried about any sequelae.

Shen Jianian said no.

Whenever that happened, at most she felt restless because the feeling of trying desperately to grasp something but being unable to is very powerless and infuriating.

After talking with the doctor for a while, his thought was more inclined that those fragments were parts of her lost memory, rather than a brain issue.

"Is there a possibility of recovering my memory?" Shen Jianian cared about this.

"I can’t give you a guarantee. You might remember some, or all, or maybe nothing at all in your lifetime. As long as there are no other discomfort symptoms in your body, my suggestion is to go with the flow and not get too obsessed with this, letting it trouble you and affect your normal life."

Shen Jianian understood this reasoning, but it wasn’t that easy to do.

She stood up: "Thank you, doctor."

"You’re welcome." The doctor raised his hand, drawing circles in the air, "Keep a calm mindset. When you think about it, compared to other patients with physical illnesses, losing memory is already a very fortunate outcome."

Shen Jianian nodded and left the consulting room, taking the elevator to the first floor.

As the elevator doors opened, she stepped out, just as the metal doors of the elevator next to it slowly closed.

Inside the carriage, Fu Jichen looked down at his phone, not noticing the silhouette passing by the three-finger-wide gap. By the time he looked up, the blurred side profile was gone in a flash.

The elevator doors completely closed, heading up to the floor where the orthopedics department was.

Song Fang made a call to the department director, who quickly came over and after a brief chat, expressed his apology: "Special Assistant Song should have made this call earlier. Our best Doctor Xing has been dispatched elsewhere."