Chapter 550 - A Sprained Ankle
Chapter 550: A Sprained Ankle
Translator: Tuiwen Editor: Tuiwen
Yang Nian notified the servants and led Yao Ran upstairs.
He opened the door to the guest room, but didn’t step inside. “Ranran, there’s a bathroom in here. You can find the bathrobe and the hair dryer in the drawer. You can stay here and wait for Weiwei. I’ll leave you to it.”
Yao Ran nodded and walked into the room. As she passed byYang Nian, she suddenly fell forward and landed on the floor with a loud thump.
At the same time, she grabbed her ankle in a vise grip and squeezed. Her face twisted into a grimace.
She tried to stand up, only to moan in pain.
“Are you okay, Ranran?”
Yang Nian immediately walked over to help her up, his face filled with concern.
They stood close to each other, so close that Yao Rancould feel his breath against her cheek and smell his cologne.
“I’m sorry for being so careless, Young Master Yang. It looks like I sprained my ankle. Oh no, I’m even dirtying your clothes.”
The wine stain on her dress had effectively rubbed onto Yang Nian’s clothes.
Yao Ran whimpered, her eyes wide with guilt.
Thankfully, Yang Nianshook his head and didn’t seem bothered by this at all. “You fell pretty hard,Ranran. How does your ankle feel now?”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine in a while. Go ahead and attend to your guests. You shouldn’t leave them by themselves.”
Yao Ran plastered a tight smile on her face, as if she was only forcing herself through the pain.
She got out of his arms and leaned against the wall, but without his support, she looked like she was about to crumple to the floor yet again.
As expected, Yang Nianreached out and hoisted her up again.
“You sprained your ankle, right? Maybe you shouldn’t be on your feet for now.”
Yao Ran seemed hesitant at first, but she finally gave him another smile. “It’s okay, I can take care of myself. Hurry and see to your guests.”
“Don’t worry about it. We’re all schoolmates here. They wouldn’t mind if I took care of you first.”
Yang Nian looked down to find her ankle all red and swollen. His brows furrowed.
“Please excuse me,” he said tentatively before carrying Yao Ranin his arms.
She cried out in surprise, but her arms were quick to snake around his neck. She looked up at him, her eyes red and watery.
“Please let me down, Young Master Yang. I can walk on my own.”
“No. You’ve sprained your ankle. You shouldn’t be walking around. I’ll carry you inside and call a doctor over to check on you.”
He carefully maneuvered them through the doorway, but just before they fully entered the room, he saw a familiar figure in his peripheral vision.
Wait.
Was that Yao Tang?
His first instinct was to drop Yao Ranand declare his innocence, but he had been raised better than that. It wouldn’t be the right thing to do.
When he looked again, the figure was gone. It was almost as if it had been a mere figment of his imagination.
Sensing his reluctance, Yao Rantightened her hold aroundYang Nian’s necked. She peeked in the direction that he was staring, but no one was there.
Who could he have seen just now?
“What is it, Young Master Yang?” she asked with a frown.
He blinked and slowly came back to his senses. He looked up and down the corridor again, but he still saw no one. Finally, he took a deep breath and carried Yao Raninto the room.
“Sit here and stay still while I get the doctor.”
He set her down on the sofa and turned to leave, but Yao Rangrabbed his sleeve.
“Young Master Yang,” she said coquettishly, her face all flushed. “Can you… maybe carry me to the bathroom? I’m a little comfortable in these wet clothes. I’d like to take a shower before the doctor arrives.”
She glanced at him through her lashes, looking small and timid.
Yao Ran was indeed soaked, and the air conditioning in the entire villa had been set to a low temperature. It was understandable that she wanted to shower first.
Yang Nian sighed helplessly. “It’s my mistake. I should have brought a towel and wrapped you in it first.”