“What are you two standing there for?” Ye Shuyun gave Lu Yi and Lu Jin a look. “Go to work. Do your stuff. I’ll be fine with the nanny taking care of me.”
“And…” she squinted threateningly.
“I’ll have my revenge. She can run, but she can’t hide. Still, it would be amusing to see them try. Doesn’t the Old Master love defending them? I would like to see him justify her actions this time. I’ll kick her face till it swells up and pluck her hair till she’s bald. I won’t let this slide.”
She tucked herself in and shut her eyes, but her mind remained alert. She had to come up with a plan to deal with that shameless Qin Xiaoyue.
Lu Yi gave Lu Jin a slight nod before walking out and leaving Ye Shuyun to his care. Lu Yi had to take care his little woman, who was still unconscious.
She hated pain. Who knows how much she would cry from the pain.
It was almost night when Yan Huan woke up. As she opened her eyes sluggishly, white walls and white ceilings came into sight. Light-green curtains fluttered when the occasional breeze swept past it, and she could catch whiffs of disinfectant.
She was woken up by hunger as well as pain.
Out of habit, she tried to lift up her right arm, but her entire arm hurt so much that she broke out into a cold sweat.
“Stay still.” A large hand pressed down on her shoulder. “Your right arm is broken. Stay still.”
Yan Huan gave a helpless smile. She couldn’t move it even if she wanted to. She learned as much when she tried lifting it earlier.
Around her arm was a thick cast, and no one could say when they would go off.
Lu Yi wiped off her sweat with a towel. Her face was pale, but she smiled with crescent eyes.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked as he put down the towel carefully, making sure to not touch Yan Huan’s injured arm.
Yan Huan shook her head.
“It’s not very painful,” she lied. In truth, the pain was enough to make her cry, but she chose to smile to put him at ease.
“How’s Mom doing?” asked Yan Huan. She figured she should be alright, but she couldn’t be rest assured until she heard his confirmation.
“She’s fine. She’s already awake, and only has light bruises. But you…” he caressed her face. “Tell me. What happened?”
“Frankly, I’m not so sure myself.” Even now, Yan Huan wasn’t quite sure what had gone down during that time. She squinted in remembrance, but still couldn’t make sense out of things.
“We ran out of cat food, so I went out to get some. When I got home, I saw Mom rolling down the stairs, and I had to catch her so that her head wouldn’t hit the ground.”
Lu Yi’s dark pupils were terrifying sullen. Without moving her hands, Yan Huan gently head-butted his arm.
“Relax. I was once a soldier, and I know how to minimize risk during emergencies.”
Yes, this was as low as the risk could’ve gotten. A broken arm wasn’t as bad as a broken head, since a broken arm can recover in due time, but not even medical science could do much to fix a damaged brain.
Therefore, she doesn’t regret her decision despite having received a broken arm.
“I’m hungry,” she said, head-butting Lu Yi’s arm again. She had to eat something.
“The nanny will bring food over later,” said Lu Yi, sitting down. He carefully lifted Yan Huan’s left hand and put it in his. Her hand was icy. Cold liquid had flowed into her body through the injection tube, which brought her discomfort and made her feel chilly.
“I want to eat meat,” said Yan Huan, moving her finger slightly to tap against Lu Yi’s. His finger was warm, through which he transferred his warmth to her.
“Okay,” promised Lu Yi. “But only a little. You shouldn’t eat too much meat in your state.”
“Alright,” agreed Yan Huan, eyelids drooping. Soon, she fell asleep again.
“Why is she asleep again?” asked Lu Yi anxiously when the doctor came in. “She woke up just now, and we were talking for a bit, and she suddenly fell asleep again.”
“It’s the anesthetics,” said the doctor. He examined Yan Huan’s wound for some time, before leafing through the medical report and giving Lu Yi an explanation. “Let her sleep. It will be very painful after the anesthetic wears off, but she would have to bear with it. We couldn’t administer painkiller injections or give her too many painkillers at this stage. Sleep is good. Sleep will take away the pain.
The doctor took another glance at Yan Huan. She was very pretty indeed, but how did she end up with a broken arm? Terrible things do happen in a wealthy household after all.
Lu Yi sat there ruminating on the doctor’s words. It will be very painful in the future, and she would have to bear with it. For how long? He did not know. But there was nothing he could do about it.
Meanwhile, Qin Xiaoyue had trouble sitting still too. She had been pacing back and forth for nearly the entire day. Since returning from Ye Shuyun’s place, she hadn’t had a moment of peace.
“Tell me the truth, Mei Zhi, do you think Ye Shuyun’s going to die?”
“Don’t worry, Madam. I don’t think that would happen.”
Mei Zhi dipped her head and curled her lips. You had the guts to do it, she thought, but not the guts to own up to it. What a spineless loser.
Suddenly, Qin Xiaoyue stopped, turned, and studied Mei Zhi.
“Is something the matter, Madam?” Mei Zhi’s heart tightened. She had a bad feeling about this.
“Nothing,” said Qin Xiaoyue, sitting down. She felt as though something had pricked her butt right as she sat down.
“Mei Zhi. Don’t you think you should go into hiding for a while?” advised Qin Xiaoyue kindly. Anyway, she was set on pushing all the blame on Mei Zhi if they questioned her. Mei Zhi pushed her down the stairs. Whether she was dead or alive had nothing to do with her.
Hide? It didn’t smell like goodwill to Mei Zhi.
