Chapter 11 – I’m really not throwing myself at you

Bai Mu Ning realized that his and Wen Jing’s magnetic fields weren’t right. Why did he always end up socially dying in front of Wen Jing?

It was happening so often that he felt like he had lost all his dignity for this lifetime right in front of Wen Jing.

Deciding not to look at Wen Jing anymore, Bai Mu Ning buried his head in his food. With so many dishes he loved, beef slices, beef tripe, shrimp paste, and duck intestines, he figured he might as well eat as much as he could.

He also wanted to drink more mango juice; it really tasted great.

But after drinking a lot, why did it start tasting a bit like gasoline?

Bai Mu Ning figured maybe his taste buds had been messed up by the spiciness of the hotpot. Mango juice was supposed to be sweet—how could it taste like gasoline?

Even though his mind was focused on eating, his ears still perked up, catching Chen Haonan’s amusing stories.

Chen Haonan had a natural charm and a sense of humor. Even a very simple event could be made vivid and captivating when he talked about it.

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Someone suddenly cried out in surprise, then burst out laughing.
“Xiao Ning, why do you look like Xiong’er?”

“Your mouth is all red and swollen. If that’s not Xiong’er, what is it?”

Everyone’s attention immediately shifted toward him. Bai Mu Ning let out a silly laugh and scratched again.

“What Xiong’er?” he muttered, pulling out his phone and opening the camera to check his reflection. The moment he saw himself, he nearly jumped in fright.

So ugly.

Bai Mu Ning’s skin was already fair, so the redness and swelling around his mouth stood out sharply, and even his lips looked swollen and thick.

The people across from him were still talking. “Could it be that Xiao Ning can’t handle spicy food? Maybe it was too much for him?”

Bai Mu Ning touched his numb, almost sensationless lips and said,
“It is pretty spicy, but I’ve eaten spicier before and was fine.”

There was a ridiculously spicy hotpot restaurant near their school that he and Li Anche had gone to once. That time, the heat had upset his stomach so badly he had to take medicine for it, but even then, his lips had been totally fine.

So what was going on this time?

Next to him, Wen Jing reached out, turned his cheek toward him, and carefully inspected him. “What are you allergic to?”

Bai Mu Ning shook his head blankly. In his twenty years of life, he had never been allergic to anything, this was the first time.

“I don’t know ah!”

Wen Jing didn’t say anything more. He simply let go of Bai Mu Ning’s face, stood up, and started putting on his jacket, looking rather urgent.

Bai Mu Ning rubbed the cheek Wen Jing had pinched. His whole face was starting to feel numb, it seemed like it was getting worse.

But where was Wen Jing going? They hadn’t even finished eating yet.

Picking up his chopsticks, Bai Mu Ning grabbed another slice of fatty beef and was about to put it into his mouth when his wrist was suddenly grabbed. The beef slipped back into his bowl, and an angry voice sounded above him, “Still eating? Let’s go.”

Scratching at the corner of his mouth, Bai Mu Ning asked, “Where are we going?”

Wen Jing replied irritably, “Hospital.”

Wen Jing looked a bit fierce, and Bai Mu Ning obediently began putting on his jacket. He thought it was no big deal, a simple allergic reaction. He could just take some medicine; there was no need to make a huge fuss and go to the hospital.

If you go to the hospital, your wallet won’t be able to handle it ah!

Wen Jing said, “I didn’t drink, so I’ll drive him to the hospital for an injection. You guys take your time eating.”

Chen Haonan stood up and said, “Alright, go ahead. Remember to check for the allergen. Call me if anything happens.”

Bai Mu Ning waved goodbye to his coworkers, then quickly followed after Wen Jing like a little tail.

Wen Jing drove him to the nearest hospital, where they ran a blood test to check for allergens. Then it was time for injections and medicine.

Hospitals were always crowded, no matter what time it was, so Bai Mu Ning ended up getting his IV drip while sitting in the hallway.

Meanwhile, Wen Jing stood to the side, reading over the test results. After a moment, he said in a low voice, “You didn’t know you’re allergic to mango?”

Bai Mu Ning thought back. Today, he had drunk mango juice, but honestly, he had no idea he was allergic to mango.

“So I’m allergic to mango.”

Before, he had always ordered sour plum juice with hotpot. This was his first time drinking mango juice, and he ended up like this.

Wen Jing asked, “You’ve never eaten mango or drunk mango juice before?”

“Never. This was my first time drinking mango juice, and I’ve never eaten mango either.”

“Not even as a child?”

“Nope.”

An overwhelming sense of helplessness washed over Wen Jing, and for a moment, he didn’t know what to say.

Then he suddenly remembered something Chen Haonan had mentioned to him.

When they had joined the company, everyone had to fill out their personal information. Bai Mu Ning had listed Wen Jing as his emergency contact. Chen Haonan had asked why he hadn’t listed his parents.
Bai Mu Ning had simply said that his parents had been gone for a long time.

“Then remember, don’t eat mango. You’re allergic.” Wen Jing said, his voice much softer now, without that previous sharpness.

Bai Mu Ning obediently nodded. “Got it.”

He truly took it to heart: no more mango, ever again.

His lips were still itchy. Bai Mu Ning scratched at them with the hand that wasn’t hooked up to the IV, but it didn’t help.

Wen Jing couldn’t stand it anymore and stopped his hand, “Don’t scratch. Just put some medicine on. It’ll get better.”

Bai Mu Ning obediently lowered his hand and watched as Wen Jing rummaged through the plastic bag of medicines and pulled out a tube of ointment.

“You can just…” Wen Jing’s gaze landed on Bai Mu Ning’s hand with the IV, he sighed and said, ”Forget it, it’s better for me to do it!”

The cool ointment spread across the area around his lips, and the refreshing sensation soothed the numb skin. The itchiness lessened too.

Wen Jing was being especially gentle this time, tapping and spreading the ointment carefully with his fingertips, without applying any pressure.

Bai Mu Ning narrowed his eyes and let out a contented sigh, “Thank you, Doctor Wen. You’re so nice.”

Wen Jing suddenly froze for a moment, then clenched his fingers tightly and said, “I’m going to wash my hands.”

He shoved the messy pile of test results and receipts into Bai Mu Ning’s hands and turned to leave,

His walk was rather urgent.

With the ointment soothing his lips, Bai Mu Ning sat there with nothing to do. Out of curiosity, he looked through the paperwork.

One glance and he nearly jumped out of his skin. Tonight’s visit had cost over 2,000 yuan.

Oh my god, how could this hospital be even more ruthless than Wen Jing?!

When Wen Jing returned, Bai Mu Ning immediately brought up the money, but Wen Jing didn’t even look at him, simply saying in a flat tone, “It’ll be deducted from your salary.”

Bai Mu Ning: “…!”

It’s over. Half a month’s paycheck, gone just like that.

Because of those 2,000 yuan, Bai Mu Ning was depressed. Even after finishing the IV drip, he felt listless.

Following Wen Jing out of the hospital, he kept calculating in his head about installment payments.

“2,000 deducted all at once is too much.”

“Dr. Wen, how about this, 500 yuan a month, and I’ll pay it off in four months?”

When they reached the hospital entrance and were stepping down the stairs, Wen Jing suddenly turned to look at him, “Your thinking sure is beautiful.”

Wen Jing was standing at the bottom of the steps, while Bai Mu Ning was still standing above him, finally getting the rare chance to look down on Wen Jing.

Bai Mu Ning grinned cheekily, “Well, of course, If you dare to dream, you dare to do. Dr. Wen, can we make that deal?”

“I’m really broke, please have mercy!” Bai Mu Ning said earnestly, putting his hands together in a pleading gesture.

Wen Jing stared at him for a moment, his gaze darkening slightly, before saying, “Forget it. You don’t have to pay me back.”

“Really?”

“Or do you want to keep talking about your installment plan?”

Bai Mu Ning: “…”

“Thank you, Rich Man Wen!”

Bai Mu Ning took a step forward, wanting to bow to Rich Man Wen to express his gratitude, but accidentally stepped on the edge of the stairs and lost his balance, falling straight into Rich Man Wen Jing’s arms.

Thinking of how he had accidentally drunk Wen Jing’s juice earlier today, Bai Mu Ning quickly steadied himself and rushed to explain, “I’m really not throwing myself at you.”