Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
Zhou Yao and Leng Zhiyuan were cleaning up the mess. Lu Shaoming and Ning Qing were staying in the local hospital in Miao Jiang. Ou Luoxi had been pushed into the intensive care unit.
Jian Han took a small medicine box and treated Ning Qing’s wounds.
Ning Qing’s right cheek was extremely swollen, with bright palm marks on it. The corners of her mouth were injured, and residual bloodstains remained. A black suit that she had gotten along the way was draped on her body, and the beauty of chaos and frailty shone through her miserable state.
Jian Han held the cotton ball with pliers to clean the wounds on Ning Qing’s face. Ning Qing furrowed her eyebrows and painfully screamed, “Sister Jian, it hurts! Lighter.”
Lu Shaoming stuffed both hands into his pockets and leaned against the wall of the corridor. He heard the unending sounds of the woman’s grief and pettiness. He looked sideways at her.
A few strands of her wavy hair was stuck to her little face. Her face was like an abandoned kitten’s. Bloodstains and tears were everywhere. The big black suit made her body seem petite. Those autumn pupils were beautiful, black, and moist as if water would flow out of them.
It was no wonder Tang Xueli liked her.
The beauty of a woman can be considered a sin.
He stepped forward, took his big hand out of his pocket, and went to pick up the pliers in Jian Han’s hand. “I’ll do it,” he said in a low, rich voice.
Jian Han looked at Lu Shaoming and wanted to pass it to him.
But then Ning Qing pouted her pink lips and said, “No! Sister Jian, just help me deal with it.”
On hearing this, Lu Shaoming’s deep black eyes swept over the woman’s small face, like a cold and fierce wind in winter.
Ning Qing ignored him and hummed.
“Young Master Lu, forget it, let me do it. Ning Qing is afraid of pain. I’m sure I’ll handle it lightly,” Jian Han said with a laugh.
Lu Shaoming pressed his thin lips together and stopped talking.
Jian Han cleaned the wounds on Ning Qing’s face for her. She softly asked, “Ning Qing, besides the pain on your face, is there any pain on your body?”
Ning Qing hesitated. She was probably feeling guilty. Her autumn pupils turned to look at Lu Shaoming, who was standing tall in front of her.
Lu Shaoming met her gaze. He half-narrowed his eyes and glanced at her tender neck. A few strands of her wavy hair had twisted over her neck. His eyes were sharp and he could see some kiss marks through the twisted hair.
He had no expression, but his firm face was cold to the extreme.
As soon as Jian Han saw the couple exchanging looks, she made a few guesses. Ning Qing had been at the Han Palace for so long. What happened between her and Tang Xueli?
This was a very sensitive topic.
Especially for men like Lu Shaoming.
Jian Han stood up and laughed. “Ning Qing, let’s go. Let’s go to the infirmary. You have a lot of blood on your body. I’ll get some warm water to wash you.”
Ning Qing gave Jian Han a thankful look. She got up and went into the infirmary with Jian Han.
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In the infirmary
Jian Han pulled up the curtains. She rolled up her white sleeves and went to the bathroom for a basin of warm water and a towel. “Ning Qing, wash your face and hands. I’ll go and find clean clothes for you to change into.”
Ning Qing lifted her lips and smiled sweetly. “Thank you, Sister Jian.”
“For what?” Jian Han walked out of the infirmary.
The room was quiet. Ning Qing wrung the towel dry and came to a mirror. She wiped the bloodstains on her face with the towel.
After cleaning up, she put the towel in the basin, turned around, and took off her black suit.
The collar of her white T-shirt had been torn, and her state was somewhat uncovered as soon as her suit was taken off.
Looking down at the kiss marks on her body, Tang Xueli hadn’t taken much advantage of her, but he did touch her.
That psychopath had been rough with her, and her skin was fair and supple, so all the places he touched were covered with bruises and some pain.
Ning Qing touched her supple shoulder with a small hand. He had slapped her so hard she hit the wall, and her shoulders felt as if they were falling apart.
“Tss.” She couldn’t help but hiss in pain.
Then, she heard a door open and close behind her. Ning Qing asked, “Sister Jian, are you back?”
No one answered behind her, but her little petite waist was held, and a warm and strong body came up behind her, accompanied by a soft, enticing voice. “Does it hurt?”
Ning Qing knew who it was just by the clean and pleasant smell on his body. “Why are you here? Who allowed you to break into someone else’s room?”
Ning Qing stretched out her hand to pull on her suit, trying to hide herself.
But it was no use. When the man’s arm pulled her back, she couldn’t even budge. The man’s amused voice didn’t reveal his mood as he asked, “Are you addicted to wearing other men’s suits?”
Ning Qing was speechless.
She was not concerned about whose suit it was but about the fact that she had to be exposed without it.
The focus of the man’s thinking was different from hers. They couldn’t talk together.
“Let me go!” She struggled.
At that moment, her small body was turned over to face him. Her buttocks were against the table. In front of her was the man’s iron-cast body; she was trapped.
Her small hand barely covered her body with the shredded cloth while another small hand pushed at him. An embarrassed flush appeared on her face. “Lu Shaoming, what are you doing?”
The man did not reply. His big hand came to her small face, gently touching her as his fingertips pulled her beautiful hair behind the ear, revealing her entire face.
Ning Qing’s body was burning. His big hand trailed down her tender neck and grasped her small hand that was covering herself with.
“Lu Shaoming, don’t…”
Before she could finish speaking, her little hand was caught, and with a casual pull from the man, her little hand was pulled away, and the torn fabric at was scattered.
Ning Qing’s small face was red, and her small hand, which rested against his chest, balled up into tender fist to hammer him, but it was no use. The man used three fingers to restrain her two small hands.
Ning Qing struggled fiercely to shake him off and cover herself. His shirt and trousers were priceless, while her clothes were torn and ragged. It was extremely shameful.
Looking up, she saw the man looking down at her body. Ning Qing fiercely turned her face away. She didn’t need to think to know that he was looking at where Tang Xueli had touched her.
Her jeans below were suddenly touched. Ning Qing bit her pink lower lip and looked pale with fear. “No, he didn’t touch me…”
He did not touch me below.
So please don’t look at it.
Lu Shaoming took his hand away and raised his eyes. He stared at the woman’s pale little face with eagle-like eyes, smiled, and said, “You feel ashamed now? Why didn’t you prepare yourself for the most shameful outcome when you went to the Han Palace?”
Ning Qing heard his tone. He was laughing at her.
Ning Qing’s nose was red, and her eyes were full of bright tears. Hadn’t she done all this for him?
He didn’t even speak a word of comfort to coax her.
“Lu Shaoming, go away, I don’t want to see you ever again. You take my kindness for granted and think that I have other intentions instead. You are a big, bad bully.
“If you would have agreed to let me enter the Han Palace in advance, I would not have contacted Luoxi to ask for his help. Now, Luoxi is injured and still unconscious. Do you know how much I blame myself? What if something happens to Luoxi? What should I do then? I won’t want to live anymore…”
Ning Qing’s heart was devastated. In her heart, she had regarded Luoxi as her younger brother — the beautiful young man with a sad life, who grew up with the wolves in the deep mountains at the age of 8. She hoped that he would recover.
If she would have known that Luoxi would be injured, she would rather have died than drag Luoxi down.
She was under such pressure, and instead of easing her worries, he satirized her.
All his attention was focused on whether she had been sullied by Tang Xueli.
Ning Qing’s tears fell like pearls of a broken necklace. Large drops of tears fell. She cried and complained, “Lu Shaoming, I see it clearly now. You just want to know what Tang Xueli had done to me. He touched me and kissed me. All the marks on my body were left by him. Are you satisfied? If you think I’m dirty, then don’t stay with me anymore. I don’t want you either.”
The woman cried so hard that she couldn’t catch her breath. Her weak, fragrant shoulders trembled fiercely. Her eyes and nose were red. Her fair, delicate face was swollen because of the slap, and her fair skin was covered with marks from being handled roughly.
Lu Shaoming’s eyes were full of heartache and pity. He put his hand on the back of the head and took her into his arms. He looked sideways and kissed her little face. He laughed and softly said, “You’re my wife. You’ve been touched by other men. I don’t even have the right to ask?”
Ning Qing ignored him and kicked him with both hands and feet.
Lu Shaoming tightened his arms and hugged her trembling body tight. “Alright, Ning Qing, stop crying. Luoxi will survive. He will be alright.”
Ning Qing stopped struggling. She looked at the man through blurry tears and asked, “Really?”
“Yes, really, I promise.” He touched her lips.
Ning Qing was comforted. This man had always been her sky. He would never lie to her.
Luoxi would be all right.
Lu Shaoming clasped her petite waist and carried her to the table. “What are you doing?” Ning Qing struggled to come down.
The man put his long leg against her and refused to let her move. He had a tube of ointment in his hand. “Don’t move. Doesn’t it hurt? I’ll apply some ointment for you.”
Ning Qing bit her lower lip and felt a sweetness in her heart. He had kept the ointment in his trousers pocket. Just now, he was probably checking her body to see where she was injured.
Can’t he just say it when he’s concerned about her?
She had thought that…he minded that she had been touched by Tang Xueli.
In her heart, she was a very traditional woman. In her life, she could only have one marriage, and only one man. If she had been sullied, she would feel dirty.
That was why she had been so nervous in the corridor just now.
Afraid that he was suspicious of her.
Afraid that he minded.
Lu Shaoming gently applied the ointment to her. Ning Qing’s eyes did not know where to land. Her small hands firmly clutched the shirt on his arm.
Suddenly, she felt the man’s big, rough hand going around behind her to unbutton her clothes. Ning Qing was anxious and pressed his hand down. “I’ll do it myself.”
The man pulled out his hand and smiled softly. “What are you thinking? I’m just applying the ointment. There’s a lot of work to be done outside. Luoxi is still in the ward. I’m not in the mood.”
Ning Qing’s blood rushed to her head. He hadn’t meant that, but her thoughts were unhealthy.
He unbuttoned her clothes. The man looked at her intently as he applied ointment to her. His heart ached for her so much. The girl he had held in his hands and pampered had suffered so much because of him.
