Chapter 42 — Impressive!
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"Don't think I'll cave just because you dangle a pair of big breasts in front of my eyes. I'd rather go home and watch *porn*." Wei Zhao curled his lip. "First, you were the one pressing on my wound—if you hadn't pressed, would I have yelled? Don't play the thief crying 'stop thief.' Second, use your head: what makes you think that just because you're a woman, you're unfit to be seen? All are equal before the law—does being a woman make you unequal? You say you're unfit to be seen, but what about me? How am I supposed to be seen?"
Qiu Lingshan was stunned; she hadn't expected Wei Zhao to have so many arguments. She wanted to say, can a girl and a boy really be the same? But Wei Zhao's phrase "all are equal" stopped her mouth dead.
After all, she was a legal worker herself. If she spoke of inequality, wouldn't that be lifting a stone only to drop it on her own foot?
Qiu Lingshan was so furious she pointed at Wei Zhao for a long while, then finally let her hand fall in defeat. What was wrong with her today? Qiu Lingshan drew a deep breath. Was this really the usual her?
The usual Qiu Lingshan was always calm and almost never lost her temper over anything, yet today, in front of Wei Zhao, she had repeatedly lost her composure. It was all that wretched Wei Zhao's fault—always dredging up her shortcomings; otherwise she wouldn't have been this angry.
At that thought, Qiu Lingshan's head cleared considerably. Indeed, Wei Zhao was right: if she hadn't wanted to play a trick and touch his wound, he wouldn't have cried out. If he hadn't cried out, and she hadn't touched his wound, then naturally no one would have misunderstood anything.
Everything today could be said to be entirely her own doing, and Wei Zhao was not to blame at all. Though deeply unhappy about it, Qiu Lingshan still lowered her proud head. "I lost my composure. Shall we take your statement now?"
"All right." Wei Zhao hadn't expected this Miss Song to change into a different person all at once, and marveled inwardly.
"Your name?" Qiu Lingshan had recovered her usual cold-faced manner, as if the girl who had been so angry a moment ago were not her at all.
"Wei Zhao." Wei Zhao answered cooperatively. He didn't want to make things hard for Qiu Lingshan either; what he'd said just now was only to get back at her for hurting his wound. In truth, a girl suffering such a misunderstanding was far more wronged than a boy would be. It was just like how Shen Yushu had misunderstood him this morning—though that hadn't affected Wei Zhao's normal life in the slightest, and that girl Shen Yushu hadn't really looked down on him for it.
"Age?" Qiu Lingshan continued.
"Eighteen—just come of age." Wei Zhao smiled.
Qiu Lingshan's face flushed at once. She felt that Wei Zhao's words and smile carried some hidden meaning, as if implying that when she'd helped him with that just now, he was already of age, and she wasn't molesting an underage boy… Ah, no, she was going mad. Qiu Lingshan felt her head swelling up. At this rate, there was no way she could work with any focus.
It seemed her mindset still hadn't been adjusted properly. Once Brother Yang Huaijun came back, Qiu Lingshan planned to ask him for some proper guidance. Because she had never once seen Yang Huaijun show joy or anger on his face—Captain Yang seemed always calm and steady, which Qiu Lingshan admired immensely.
"Tell me about the situation at the bank," Qiu Lingshan sighed and said to Wei Zhao.
After finishing Wei Zhao's statement, Qiu Lingshan hurried out of the hospital under the flickering, suspicious, and contemptuous gazes of Uncle Qing, Gu Mengyao, and Shen Yushu. Qiu Lingshan felt her face was like a great fireball, hot and red.
"Mr. Lin, you're all right now?" Seeing that Wei Zhao could already get out of bed, Uncle Qing was somewhat surprised. A gunshot wound should take at least a few days, shouldn't it?
"I'm fine." Wei Zhao shook his head.