Siheyuan: Pushing Huairu, the Prime Minister admits defeat

Chapter 411: Transparent, Transparent, Life is Not Tired

The housekeeper seemed to have sensed Jiang Xifeng's panic and worry, and hurried forward to comfort her, saying, "Ms. Dawari, Comrade Li Weijun doesn't seem to have suffered any injuries. He is intact and alive and well. However, several of his entourage have bumps and bloody heads. They must be disinfected with gauze and iodine as soon as possible."

"You mean, Li Weijun is safe and sound?"

Jiang Xifeng, who was originally extremely anxious, immediately relaxed her brows and slowed down her pace when she heard about this situation.

She was originally a sophisticated egoist, spoiled since childhood, so naturally she didn't care about other people's feelings. In Jiang Xifeng's view, as long as Li Weijun didn't make any mistakes, no matter how many troubles happened to the rest of Zhang Yunzhen's entourage, it would have nothing to do with her.

The cook nodded after realizing it belatedly: "Ms. Dawari, Comrade Li Weijun helped a few people back. From what I've seen, they only had some superficial injuries on their heads. It's nothing serious. You can rest assured. Isn't there a saying in your country that goes 'too concerned to be confused'? We can't panic at this critical moment."

Jiang Xifeng walked briskly and responded nonchalantly, "Oh, comrade, I didn't care about anyone else until I knew Li Weijun was fine."

"what?"

It seemed that she had not expected Jiang Xifeng to speak so directly without even pretending. After being stunned for a few seconds, the cook and the housekeeper couldn't help but smile bitterly and asked tentatively.

"Dawali, aren't they all comrades who came here with you? Do you really not care about their safety?"

Jiang Xifeng nodded confidently: "There is a proverb in our country that goes, 'Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God. No one can predict what will happen first, tomorrow or an accident. If everyone is worrying about the future and thinking about unrealistic things, then everyone will be too tired. So I think as long as Li Weijun is fine, then there is nothing to worry about for me."

"Oh, I understand. This is none of my business. Just ignore it!"

When the cook and the housekeeper heard this, they immediately grasped the deep meaning behind it and expressed their deep agreement with the broad and profound culture. It is said that Jiang Xifeng is very insightful and knows clearly who are her close family members and who are outsiders.

He treated his family with warmth and kindness like a spring breeze, fearing that anything might happen to Li Weijun. He was so concerned about him.

But when it came to other outsiders, Jiang Xifeng was too lazy to even look at them. This is the philosophy of how to behave and deal with things, the ancient oriental wisdom, which once again makes people marvel.

Jiang Xifeng doesn't care about what others think of her. This has always been her character. She is straightforward and honest, and lives completely according to her own inner thoughts and rules. Her style of doing things has always been criticized.

I feel that she is too refined and selfish, without any spirit of dedication or willingness to help others.

But in Jiang Xifeng's view, these remarks are totally insignificant. No one speaks of others in front of them, and no one speaks of others behind their backs. No gold is pure, and no one is perfect.

Jiang Xifeng had long understood the profound meaning of this sentence. As long as she lived comfortably and happily, why bother about others nagging like flies?

So Jiang Xifeng walked slowly to the front hall. At this moment, Li Weijun was sitting on the sofa, watching the cooks disinfecting and bandaging the faces of Zhang Yunzhen and others.

The casualties caused by the sudden brake were minimal. Although everyone's faces were covered in blood, they actually didn't have any major wounds. They were just superficial injuries. After disinfecting them with some iodine, all that was left was for them to rest.

Zhang Yilei looked at Zhang Yunzhen, who had a gauze bandage on his face and a look of sorrow, and felt a little gloating. He became even more convinced that his decision to stay in the apartment and learn Russian with the cook was the right one.