Chapter 15 Rain Boots (1/2)

Chapter 15 Rain boots

Zhao Lingjun had always been short of cash, and couldn’t bear to flush the 50 yuan. Therefore he had planned use it after was.h.i.+ng and drying it.

Previously, because there was no water, he placed it on the windowsill to air dry.

Even though it had aired for so long that it had dried up, but on the surface of it, there had to be some remnants. Zhao Lingjun just couldn’t figure out how Qin Ye didn’t notice it and immediately placed it into his wallet.

While lying on his bed, Zhao Lingjun finally came to a conclusion. At that moment, in Qin Ye’s eyes, other than that 50 yuan note, nothing else could be seen.

If he was already like this with 50 yuan, what if it was changed to 100, what would happen?

Imagining Qin Ye’s expression when he notices his faeces filled wallet, Zhao Lingjun couldn’t help but to laugh out loud.

After laughing his heart out, Zhao Lingjun was finally at ease, and his murderous mood finally rescinded.

Sadly, his state of ease only lasted for a few seconds. After a few minutes, Zhao Lingjun could only mournfully take a towel and walk towards his bathroom.

Although he had already showered three times, he still felt like he smelled like stinky tofu, as if it had infused into his bones and only by was.h.i.+ng off his skin could it be removed.

Just as he took a step into the bathroom, Zhao Lingjun wondered if he continued was.h.i.+ng, would a certain part on his body also be washed off?

Deep in his thoughts, he had already walked to the bathroom door and placed one foot on the door’s threshold.

At which point, a tremendous pain shot up from his feet straight to his head.

“AHHH….” Zhao Lingjun involuntarily let out a dreadful cry, crouched, and grabbed his left foot.

That kind of pain, caused even his mind to explode.

Zhao Lingjun’s first look was clearly at that loathsome door’s threshold.

But that marble threshold was as glossy and as ever, as if nothing had happened.

He then turned to look at his left foot, that had a sharp searing pain.

Zhao Lingjun just about fainted from what he saw.

He saw an enormous purple bruise, with pale white flesh visible from an open wound in the middle. Although the wound wasn’t too big, it was very deep, and at first glance, it seemed like someone had vehemently pierced his foot with an ice pick.

Even though the blood was no longer gus.h.i.+ng out, Zhao Lingjun was still muddleheaded from seeing the visible white flesh in his wounded foot.

Moments later, he finally sighed and snapped out of it, just thankful that he didn’t bleed to death,

“But why is there such a large wound on my foot?” He mumbled.

Completely stumped, Zhao Lingjun looked around the house, and to his dismay, his gaze stopped on a utterly repulsive pair of rain boots jutting out of the dustbin. He had an epiphany and knew why his foot would have such a horrifying wound.