Split

Translator: Cinder Translations

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"Alright, enough talk. Let's go down first." Jiang Cheng seemed genuinely in a hurry, grabbing the Fatty and turning toward the door.

"Wait."

A calm voice sounded. Jiang Cheng, who had already hurriedly opened the bedroom door, immediately stopped and reluctantly turned back to look at the woman in the qipao who had spoken.

The Fatty was also observing the woman, but he dared not look directly; he could only sneak a side glance.

The woman stood by Jiang Cheng's torn mattress, her frosty face suddenly breaking into a smile, the corners of her mouth slightly lifting. She stared at Jiang Cheng's face and softly said, "He can leave, you stay."

Upon hearing this, the Fatty's face turned red, his heart pounding loudly as if he had already foreseen the big business that the doctor and this woman would discuss later.

Jiang Cheng stood by the door, hesitating for a long time before finally walking over unwillingly.

However, what the Fatty couldn't understand was why the doctor looked not only unhappy but also as if he were about to face execution, all righteous and solemn.

But after a moment's thought, he understood, perhaps this was what they called a "forced fruit that doesn't taste sweet."

Unless the doctor...

His pupils trembled as he suddenly recalled the doctor's frequent references to physical issues, such as the phrase "30 seconds is enough."

There's an old saying: people who lack something tend to flaunt it, a typical sign of insecurity.

Thinking this, the Fatty felt a bit of sympathy for the doctor.

But just then, he saw the woman in the qipao move slightly, and before he knew it, everything went black. He was unaware of anything after that.

The next day, when he woke up, the Fatty found himself on the sofa downstairs, his head spinning, his vision foggy.

After a while, as memories of the previous night slowly returned, he suddenly thought of the qipao beauty and the doctor.

Neither of them was downstairs.

It seemed they must have slept in the upstairs bedroom.

The Fatty instinctively swallowed, a flood of blurry images running through his mind.

Standing in front of the stairs, he listened for a moment, hearing no unusual sounds. He felt too embarrassed to go up directly, so he cleared his throat loudly.

Still no response.

Could it be that the woman had already left?

Furrowing his brows, the Fatty turned and walked toward the door, opening it to find that the sports car that had been parked outside was gone.

"Doctor." As he walked confidently upstairs, he called out, "Doctor, how are you? Are you awake?"

Reaching the upstairs, the bedroom door was open, and Jiang Cheng had just sat up on the mattress, looking as if he had just woken up.

Moreover, the doctor was topless, and though he was covered by a blanket below, it wasn't clear what was beneath.

But what truly caught the Fatty's attention was the qipao beneath the blanket.

He immediately recognized it as the same one the woman had worn earlier!

Jiang Cheng had also stripped down to almost nothing, but since he was still covered by a blanket, it didn't seem as chaotic.

Jiang Cheng seemed unconcerned, rolling up the qipao and casually tossing it into the nearby laundry basket.

The Fatty tiptoed and peeked, noticing there were many similar qipaos inside.

At this moment, the Fatty recalled something from his middle school biology lessons about cell division. He realized that the chubby, glasses-wearing teacher had been wrong when she said only cells could divide—people could too.

He completely "split."

The next second, Jiang Cheng, now dressed, pulled him back to reality. "Don't think too much. Everything you saw wasn't real," he paused, then continued, "Nothing happened between us."

The Fatty widened his eyes, disbelief written all over his face.

Jiang Cheng pointed to the side of his neck, which was slightly swollen, looking like a stiff neck. "She knocked me out, but that's it. Don't imagine anything further."

"You too," Jiang Cheng pointed to the Fatty's neck.

The Fatty didn't immediately respond, instinctively asking, "Why did she do that?"

What puzzled him even more was that the doctor seemed used to it.

After thinking for a moment, Jiang Cheng answered, "Not very often, maybe once a month."

"Usually at the end of the month, when she checks the accounts. If she finds any irregularities, she does this."

"Then, while she's at it, she turns the studio upside down, looking for money to see if I've hidden it anywhere."

Even the Fatty knew this excuse didn't hold water and was rather careless.

But, after all, he was under someone else's roof, so some things were better left unsaid.

He decided to believe that the doctor and the woman had a simple employer-employee relationship.

"Alright," Jiang Cheng looked at the Fatty, realizing he was again imagining all sorts of things. "You should focus more on yourself for now."

The Fatty furrowed his brows in confusion.

Jiang Cheng pointed to his own tilted neck and asked, "Doesn't it hurt?"

This question seemed to hit the Fatty's sore spot, and immediately his neck began to ache sharply.

When he touched it, he realized his neck was crooked, swollen, and couldn't be turned back.

He had once had a stiff neck from an awkward sleeping position, but this pain was far worse.

It hurt so much that the Fatty groaned.

Both of them had crooked necks, one to the left, the other to the right, and they helped each other down the stairs, every step feeling like torture.

Once downstairs, Jiang Cheng left the Fatty and headed into the kitchen. After a moment, he returned with a large bag.

He emptied the bag, and dozens of boxes of medicine rolled out.

The Fatty immediately recognized them as the ones the doctor had stockpiled before.

Jiang Cheng then reached into the towering pile of boxes and pulled out a box of cooling pain relief patches.

After opening the packaging, he applied one to the Fatty's neck.

A cool menthol scent spread, and the Fatty felt much better.

Jiang Cheng stared at the Fatty's pain for a moment before reluctantly opening another patch and applying it.

There was no other reason—because the Fatty was so big, one patch wasn't enough.

"Doctor," the Fatty, sprawled on the sofa, sighed with relief, "Aren't you going to apply one?"

"I'll do it later," Jiang Cheng replied without looking up, as he tidied the medicine on the table, "The ones that haven't expired are in another bag."

(End of the Chapter)

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