My Ex Who Dumped Me Comes to Hook Me Up Every Day - Chapter 32

“Huh?”

“…Oh.”

Jin Zhou’s face flushed, a faint blush spreading from her earlobes down to her neck.

Jiang Yuhuai tilted her head and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Jin Zhou fanned herself with her hand, trying to appear nonchalant. “Nothing, just rambling.”

But Jiang Yuhuai wasn’t about to let her off the hook.

Her fingers moved slightly, undoing one button, then tracing the curve of Jin Zhou’s body downward to unfasten the next.

Leaning close to Jin Zhou’s ear, she whispered, “Zhouzhou, were you thinking about something you couldn’t say just now?”

The casual touch of those cool fingertips sent a shiver through Jin Zhou.

Her voice trembled as she stammered, “I… um… I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Really?”

Jiang Yuhuai’s breath brushed against her ear.

Her body betrayed her.

Jin Zhou felt flustered. “Jiang Yuhuai!”

“Hmm?” Jiang Yuhuai responded.

Jin Zhou avoided her gaze, pushing the woman in front of her away. “Let go…”

Jiang Yuhuai gently gripped her wrist, as if she hadn’t heard. “Why should I let go? Is it only fair for you to care about me, but not for me to care about you?”

“Zhouzhou? That’s not fair.”

As she spoke, Jiang Yuhuai’s voice grew softer and softer.

Her gaze still carried the pure, cool clarity of a mountain spring, yet now seemed tinged with an ambiguous, undefinable meaning.

Jin Zhou’s throat felt dry, and she unconsciously swallowed.

“Then just take a look. Don’t touch anything.”

Jiang Yuhuai chuckled softly.

“Alright.”

With permission granted, Jiang Yuhuai’s movements became bolder.

The warm yellow light cast a half-ambiguous, half-revealing glow.

All the buttons were undone, leaving the shirt hanging loosely off her shoulders.

Exposed was not only the half-healed wound, but also a… indescribable shyness.

Her fingers brushed over the wound like a spring breeze, sending ripples through Jin Zhou’s heart.

Jiang Yuhuai stared intently at the exposed flesh.

“Does it hurt?”

“No, it itches,” Jin Zhou replied after a moment, her voice slightly hoarse.

Jiang Yuhuai’s hand paused.

“Itches?”

Jin Zhou’s breathing quickened. “Mhm.”

Itches.

The word carried multiple meanings.

It could refer to the itch of new flesh growing over a healing wound.

Or it could be the itch of desire, of surrender, of wanting to be taken.

As for which meaning was intended, both women in the room knew perfectly well.

Jiang Yuhuai asked, “Zhouzhou, what do you want to do?”

Jin Zhou licked her lips.

With a forceful push of her left hand, she flipped her upper body over.

The person pinned against the wall was now Jiang Yuhuai.

The one taking the initiative, relentlessly pressing forward, was Jin Zhou.

The fear in her eyes had vanished completely, leaving only a deep, bottomless blackness.

Jin Zhou gazed at the woman pinned before her. “I want… this.”

The situation had reversed in an instant.

Yet Jiang Yuhuai’s expression showed no surprise whatsoever.

Unnoticed, the shower had been turned on, warm water cascading down from above.

The already thin clothes clung damply to her body, revealing every curve and contour.

Jiang Yuhuai tilted her head back to look at Jin Zhou, her gaze gentle.

A drop of water trickled down her chin, disappearing into the deep, shadowed hollow of her throat.

“Didn’t you say… we wouldn’t talk about this right now?”

Under the languid lamplight, amidst the rising steam, purity and desire intertwined.

Even the strongest will began to crumble under the humid, enveloping mist.

Jin Zhou finally couldn’t resist lowering her head.

Once again, she tasted Jiang Yuhuai’s essence.

Like clear spring water flowing from a snow-capped mountain.

Initially cold and crisp on the tongue.

But by the time she came to her senses, only a lingering sweetness remained on her heart.

After a long moment, they finally parted.

Jin Zhou didn’t miss a single flicker of emotion on Jiang Yuhuai’s face.

Jiang Yuhuai’s lips were now glistening, her eyes seemed to shimmer with spring water, and a delicate blush, like fleeting clouds, tinted her cheeks.

Leaning against the wall, she panted softly, as if drained of energy.

Though she hadn’t touched alcohol, she exuded a captivating allure, as if drunk on desire.

Finally regaining her sense of control, Jin Zhou said pointedly, “I’ve changed my mind.”

Forced against the cold wall, Jiang Yuhuai shivered involuntarily as waves of chill seeped through her.

Only the hands pressed against her waist radiated an unbearable heat, leaving her craving more.

She lowered her gaze, a faint smile playing on her lips—part defiance, part invitation.

“Your right shoulder is injured, Zhouzhou.”

The lights flickered.

The sound of water rose and fell.

Plunging into the abyss, soaring beyond the clouds.

The soft sobs faded away.

At the cusp of midnight, as darkness gave way to dawn, Jin Zhou’s voice cut through the silence.

“Jiang Yuhuai, I don’t need my hands.”

Eleven o’clock at C City First People’s Hospital, in the outpatient clinic.

Jiang Yuhuai, wearing a white coat, skillfully typed medication prescriptions into the computer while giving instructions.

“Get enough sleep, avoid spicy and stimulating foods, and come back for regular check-ups.”

The young woman nodded. “Thank you, Doctor. I understand.”

Jiang Yuhuai handed back her medical card.

“Your prescription is ready. Take this form to the front desk to pay, and the pharmacy is on the first floor.”

After the patient left, Jiang Yuhuai took a sip of water and prepared to call in the next patient.

Just then, a sudden burst of static crackled through the office intercom, followed by an urgent female voice.

“Emergency announcement.”

“Multiple trauma consultation required. Neurosurgery, thoracic surgery, orthopedic surgery, the medical affairs department, and orthopedics personnel, please report to the Emergency Resuscitation Room immediately.”

Jiang Yuhuai’s expression turned grave as she immediately stood up from her chair.

“Lawyer Jin! Good afternoon!”

Jin Zhou walked into the law firm, and Xiao Li at the front desk greeted her with a smile.

She nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

It was still lunchtime, and the lawyers were gathered around, chatting and eating.

Li Xiaoxi was the first to spot her. “Good afternoon, Lawyer Jin!”

Liu Yi waved her over. “I bought some new snacks—dried mango. Would you like to try some, Lawyer Jin?”

“I’ve already had lunch,” Jin Zhou politely declined, then casually asked, “What were you all talking about?”

“Have you heard about the vicious assault that happened this morning, Lawyer Jin?” Li Xiaoxi replied.

Every lawyer’s sensitivity to assault cases far exceeded that of the average person.

The moment Jin Zhou heard those words, she stopped in her tracks.

“I haven’t had a chance to check the news yet. What happened?”

Before Li Xiaoxi could answer, Liu Yi had already stood up, her voice filled with righteous indignation.

“Lawyer Jin, you wouldn’t believe it!”

“A middle-aged man publicly attacked two young women on the street. The scene was absolutely gruesome—just thinking about it makes me nauseous.”

Jin Zhou glanced at the official media accounts she followed, but there were no recent updates.

“The video circulating on social media?” she asked.

Liu Yi nodded. “I guess so. They say a bystander filmed it.”

“How are the victims doing now?”

“Still in critical condition,” Liu Yi replied. “No official updates yet.”

In situations like this, no news is often the best news.

However, such videos are often fabricated or manipulated. Jin Zhou paused, then advised the intern, “Try not to watch these.”

Liu Yi hesitated, then mumbled, “Okay.”

Back in her office, Jin Zhou focused on her work.

An economic dispute case was ready for review, and she needed to gather evidence for a divorce lawsuit.

Normally, she could finish these tasks within an hour, but today her efficiency was sluggish.

Half an hour passed, her fingers still hovering over the keyboard, unable to type the next word.

For some reason, a persistent unease lingered in her heart.

Jin Zhou pressed her temples.

Was it because of what Jiang Yuhuai had said last night?

That stalker did pose a significant risk.

She paused to consider.

She opened the website to check the approval process for accessing files.

The request had only been submitted last night, making it highly unlikely to be approved so quickly.

As expected, the page displayed “Under Review.”

She closed the laptop screen, putting it into sleep mode.

Jin Zhou lightly tapped her knuckles against the desk, appearing lost in thought.

After a moment, she pulled out her phone and sent Jiang Yuhuai a message:

“I’ll pick you up tonight.”

There was no reply.

The VX interface scrolled down to reveal her conversation with Wen Yan from the previous afternoon.

Wen Yan: “How are things with Jiang Yuhuai? Have you two made up? Let us know if you do!”

Jin Zhou: “.”

Wen Yan: “Hahaha, I know you’re easily embarrassed. I won’t tease you anymore. Ranran and I are going ring shopping tomorrow. If we find anything pretty, I’ll send you pictures right away. Talk to you later!”

Jin Zhou: “Talk to you later.”

Jin Zhou swiped her finger across the screen, recalling Liu Yi’s earlier words:

“A middle-aged man publicly attacked two young women on the street.”

Two.

Young women.

The words suddenly resonated with deafening force.

Wen Yan and Qu Xinran—two people.

Jin Zhou unconsciously frowned.

Could it be such a coincidence?

Impossible.

Her fingers paused, and she sent Wen Yan a message:

“Have you bought the ring yet?”

Tick-tock…

Tick-tock…

The office was silent, the hands of her wristwatch ticking crisply as they circled the dial.

Wen Yan didn’t reply.

Even though Jin Zhou had already prepared herself for the possibility that Wen Yan was busy and couldn’t check her phone, the wait gradually became agonizing.

Five minutes passed, and Jin Zhou’s patience ran out.

She opened her contacts list and dialed the number labeled “Wen Yan.”

Beep…

Beep…

“Hello, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later.”

Jin Zhou’s palms grew clammy.

She pressed the call button again.

The response remained the same cold, mechanical voice.

Knock, knock, knock…

A knock at the door startled Jin Zhou back to reality.

“Come in,” she said.

Liu Yi entered from outside. “Lawyer Jin, someone’s here for a fire safety inspection. Lawyer Su isn’t here. What should I do?”

Jin Zhou replied absently, “Have Xiao Li at the front desk show them around.”

“Understood.”

Liu Yi was about to close the door and leave when Jin Zhou stopped her.

“Wait.”

Liu Yi looked puzzled. “Is there anything else, Lawyer Jin?”

Jin Zhou put down his phone and looked at her sternly. “Can you tell me again about what you mentioned this morning?”

Liu Yi paused, surprised by Jin Zhou’s sudden change in attitude. Still, she began to recount what she knew.

“The incident occurred around 10 a.m. at the entrance of a jewelry store on a well-known pedestrian street in Baiyang District, C City.

Two young women had just exited the store when a middle-aged man wearing a mask suddenly attacked one of them with a knife.

Caught completely off guard, the woman was stabbed multiple times in quick succession.

The other woman tried to intervene, but during the struggle, she was struck in a vital area and lost consciousness.

After the attack, the man immediately fled the scene.

Both women have been rushed to the hospital, and the police are currently investigating.”

As she finished recounting the details, Jin Zhou’s expression grew increasingly dark and unpredictable.

Liu Yi’s expression turned anxious.

She had already watched the video, and most of the details matched.

She just didn’t know if Jin Zhou would blame her for spreading unverified information without confirming its accuracy first.

A moment of silence hung in the air.

Then, she heard Jin Zhou’s deep voice from across the table.

“Show me the video.”

“Okay.”

Jin Zhou immediately drove to the hospital.

A large crowd of reporters, cameras in hand, waited outside for updates.

Jin Zhou took a detour and arrived at the Emergency Resuscitation Room as quickly as possible.

Unfortunately, she was still too late.

The deeper she went into the corridor, the more piercing the anguished cries became.

Finally, she stood before the operating room.

The red “Operating” sign above the door had gone dark.

She saw two elderly people with white hair—Wen Yan’s parents.

Jiang Yuhuai stood among the crowd.

The elderly couple were overwhelmed with grief, weeping so hard they collapsed to the floor, unable to rise. Two nurses gently helped them up.

Jin Zhou froze, momentarily stunned.

She pushed through the crowd and approached Jiang Yuhuai.

Jiang Yuhuai’s expression remained calm. He showed no surprise at seeing her there.

“Who’s inside?” Jin Zhou asked.

“Wen Yan,” Jiang Yuhuai replied.

Jin Zhou took a deep breath. “What’s the outcome? What about Qu Xinran?”

Jiang Yuhuai paused before saying, “I’m sorry.”

Jin Zhou had never imagined she would witness such a death announcement firsthand.

Her face grew cold, her eyes rimmed with red.

In the video Li Xin had shown her, Qu Xinran was the first to be attacked.

The knife-wielding man had stabbed her dozens of times in the chest, abdomen, and even the head.

Wen Yan, who was standing nearby, witnessed the entire ordeal.

The moment she realized Qu Xinran was in danger, she immediately engaged the man in a desperate struggle.

But how could a woman fighting bare-handed possibly subdue a man wielding a knife?

Wen Yan quickly sustained three deep cuts.

The floor was soon drenched in bl00d.

Even as she teetered on the brink of unconsciousness, Qu Xinran continued to fight with every ounce of strength to restrain the man before her, desperate to give Wen Yan a chance to escape.

Wen Yan refused to leave.

She was searching for an opportunity to save her lover, who lay on the ground, her body already a mangled mess of bl00d and flesh.

Until finally—

The man’s knife slashed across her throat.

The video had no sound, so Jin Zhou could only imagine the terror and despair they must have felt in those final moments.

Given the severity of their injuries, she had long prepared herself for the possibility that neither would survive.

Jin Zhou asked no further questions.

Wen Yan was the family’s only child.

As the only young person present, she needed to gather her strength to help her parents handle the aftermath.

“Next of kin, please sign the death certificates.”

“Uncle Wen, let me help you up—”

Jin Zhou helped Father Wen rise from the ground and guided him forward.

Later that day, the police sent officers to summon them for questioning.

As the plaintiff’s legal representative, Jin Zhou accompanied Father Wen and Mother Wen.

Qu Xinran’s mother couldn’t accept the reality and fainted on the spot, leaving only Father Qu to accompany them to the police station.

Approaching them was a strikingly composed female police officer with ear-length short hair.

She extended her hand. “Hello, I’m He Yi’an, the head of the special task force for this case.”

Jin Zhou returned the gesture. “Hello, I’m Jin Zhou, the legal representative appointed by the victims’ families.”

After the routine introductions, He Yi’an finally began to discuss the suspect.

“Given the severity of this case, the city police department immediately established a special task force.”

“Through reviewing surveillance footage along the route and dashcam recordings, we’ve preliminarily identified the suspect.”

Father Wen, his eyes red-rimmed, asked, “Who is he?”

He Yi’an handed over a document. The black-and-white headshot on the A4 paper unmistakably matched the man who had brutally attacked Wen Yan and her companion in the surveillance footage.

Father Wen meticulously read the suspect’s biographical information, word by word, searching for any clue to the motive behind his actions.

Jin Zhou scanned the document rapidly, absorbing the key details.

The critical information was sparse.

Feng Zhi.

Thirty-nine years old.

Long-term unemployed, staying at home.

He Yi’an asked, “May I ask what the relationship was between the two victims?”

The group fell silent.

Jin Zhou answered, “They were a couple, soon-to-be engaged.”

Same-s3x relationships remain a sensitive topic in China, but confirming the victims’ relationship could significantly advance the case investigation.

He Yi’an paused, then looked up at the elderly individuals with their silver hair.

“Is what Lawyer Jin said true?”

“It’s true,” Mother Wen replied first.

Her face bore relatively few wrinkles, clearly the mark of a well-maintained, wealthy woman. Yet her hair was streaked with silver, giving her a somewhat haggard appearance.

“The two children were deeply in love. They returned to China specifically to discuss their engagement. Today, when they went out…”

Tears streamed down her cheeks as her voice trembled. She took a deep breath, struggling to complete the sentence.

“It was also to buy a ring,” Father Qu said.

He Yi’an’s pen paused briefly before he continued, “Did the victim have any conflicts with him?”

Father Qu’s emotions flared. He raised his voice, “What are you implying?! Ranran was such a well-behaved and introverted girl. She even hesitated to speak to strangers. How could she possibly provoke such a madman?”

He Yi’an continued taking notes while trying to calm Father Qu down. “Please don’t get agitated. The suspect is still at large, and the motive remains unclear. This is just routine questioning.”

Father Wen, appearing much calmer, replied in a deep voice, “Both children had only returned from abroad a few days ago. They’re not familiar with the country and couldn’t possibly have any conflicts with someone like that.”

He Yi’an nodded in understanding.

“The police have already dispatched teams to split up. One group is continuing to track the suspect’s movements, while another is maintaining a 24-hour surveillance outside his home. We will do everything in our power to bring the suspect to justice.”

Sitting on the flower bed by the hospital entrance, Jin Zhou stared blankly at the stream of people passing by.

The bloody scenes in her mind replayed like a film without a pause button, looping endlessly.

Tears had already dried on her cheeks, her breath came in shallow gasps, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed, throbbing with a dull ache.

Jin Zhou realized she was sinking deeper into negative emotions, yet she felt powerless to pull herself out, trapped in silence.

She didn’t know how long she sat there before a familiar warmth enveloped her.

Jin Zhou finally snapped out of her daze.

She looked up and said, “Jiang Yuhuai, you’re here.”