After walking a considerable distance, the man finally pulled out his phone and had An Ruo, nestled in his arms, call Han Chong.
When the latter arrived hastily, since An Ruo was injured and needed immediate treatment, they didn't head straight to the Yage but returned to the man's former residence.
As soon as they reached the living room, An Ruo instinctively jumped down from his lap, only to aggravate her wound with this playful move, wincing in pain.
Shen Xiaoxing glanced at her and called for Han Chong to fetch the medical kit.
On his way back, Han Chong kindly asked, "Young Madam, can you manage on your own?"
Not knowing what injury An Ruo had sustained, but out of a subordinate's concern for his master, he thought they could call a doctor if it was serious.
Shen Xiaoxing pressed his lips tightly. "You, leave."
"Yes."
Han Chong was a bit baffled. What exactly had happened to the young master? He'd returned with such a heavy fury on his face, and the young madam was injured too...
Despite his confusion, he still withdrew from the room.
An Ruo didn't want anyone else's help either. It was too embarrassing to have tripped and bruised herself like this while walking. She silently took out the ointment and dabbed it on her wounds.
The room was quiet, save for the sound of the girl sucking in cold air whenever she accidentally touched a sore spot.
Shen Xiaoxing slowly turned his gaze toward her. The girl wasn't just injured on her knees, but also on her palms and elbows. How could she be so clumsy as to bruise herself like this?
As he marveled at her injuries, he suddenly recalled his own strange behavior earlier. For years, he had never shown his emotions, yet for the first time, he had lost his temper in the face of Shen Tingfeng's provocation.
When he saw Shen Tingfeng touch An Ruo, only one thought crossed his mind: kill him!
Shen Xiaoxing looked at An Ruo, whose face was scrunched up in pain as she applied the medicine, and couldn't believe this woman could stir up such possessiveness in him.
Did this also mean he was in danger?
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Around mealtime, instead of a summoned servant, it was the dissolute Shen Tingfeng who appeared at the door.
He raised the medical kit in his hand. "Sister-in-law, I specially brought you some medicine for your injuries. Want me to bandage you up?"
Bandage her up?
A weasel paying a New Year's visit to a chicken—no good intentions!
An Ruo kept a safe distance from him. "Thank you for your kindness, Second Young Master Shen, but just now, Shen—my husband already took care of it for me."
In her haste, she made up an excuse, but after thinking it over, she realized, did Shen Xiaoxing have the ability to help her with that?
Shen Tingfeng sneered. "Sister-in-law, I understand you don't want to trouble me, but how could my blind brother help you?" He suddenly stepped forward with a lecherous grin, leaning in close to whisper, "I doubt he could even appreciate your graceful figure on your wedding night."
Despicable!
An Ruo shoved him away abruptly and said coldly, "Second Young Master Shen, please show some respect!"
"Respect?" Shen Tingfeng put his hands in his pockets and hunched slightly, trying to belittle her. "Sister-in-law, a beauty as stunning as you shouldn't waste your whole life on a useless man. He can't satisfy you, but I can."
"..."
"Come with me, and everything you want will be yours."
An Ruo's heart jolted. She was his sister-in-law, and this bastard could utter such obscene words!
"How about it?" Shen Tingfeng cornered her against the wall, exuding the unruly air of a lecher, reaching out to lift her chin and leaning in. "Won't you consider me? Hmm?"
Utterly shameless!
Just then, the man in the room suddenly shouted, "An Qing!"
An Ruo hastily pushed Shen Tingfeng away and ran toward the room. "I'm here."
"Who's here?" Faced with Shen Tingfeng's malicious harassment of his woman, Shen Xiaoxing had to pretend he couldn't see, acting oblivious.
His fists were clenched, but he kept restraining himself!
"It's..." An Ruo grabbed the armrest of his wheelchair, her voice a bit flustered. "It's Second Young Master Shen."
Shen Xiaoxing noticed her hand trembling slightly.
"Brother, I just came to call you for dinner and cracked a little joke with my sister-in-law at the door. I didn't expect it to scare her this much."
What a bastard. Was that even human speech?
Could you call that a joke?
"Sister-in-law, you're too timid." Shen Tingfeng winked at An Ruo, a downright seductive fiend.
An Ruo quickly turned her face away, her small hand instinctively gripping the man's hand. Thankfully, he couldn't see, otherwise... a younger brother openly flirting with his own wife in front of him—anyone would lose it, right?
"She is indeed timid, so you'd better cut back on the jokes with her from now on."
"Fine, I'll listen to my brother." Shen Tingfeng's gaze kept drifting toward An Ruo, making the girl both embarrassed and angry.
"I'll push you to dinner."
Shen Tingfeng walked over and pressed down on her hand that was about to push the wheelchair, the touch so hot that An Ruo instinctively pulled back. But he acted as if nothing had happened, taking over her task and pushing Shen Xiaoxing.
"Sister-in-law, you go ahead first. My brother and I haven't seen each other in a while, and we have some things to discuss."
An Ruo couldn't wait to get away from him. Hearing this, she nodded with relief, then turned to the man. "I'll go ahead?"
The man pressed his thin lips together and gave a slight nod.
Once An Ruo was far off, Shen Tingfeng pushed the wheelchair slowly, a sinister smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "Big brother, you're really lucky in love. Even in your state, you managed to marry such a beautiful woman."
"This marriage was arranged by Grandfather. I'm just following his wishes, not wanting to defy him."
Shen Tingfeng snorted. "But I don't see much intimacy between you two. Could it be that she doesn't fancy you, and nothing happened on your wedding night?"