"Buy another ten pounds of melon seeds."

Soon, the bodyguard bought all the walnuts and melon seeds, two big bags in total.

Without Feng Yi saying anything, Cheng Weiwei took the initiative to show her courtesy.

"Master Feng wants to eat it, so I'll peel it for you."

What Cheng Weiwei didn't know was that Feng Yi had exactly the same intention.

"You said that yourself. I didn't force you."

"Call me when you're done peeling."

"Huh? There are so many, do I have to peel them all?"

Walnuts are okay.

But that bag of melon seeds looked to weigh more than ten pounds. How long would it take her to peel them all by herself?

Cheng Weiwei's heart sank and she felt a little resistant.

"If you don't want to, you can leave. I won't force you." Feng Yi said coldly.

"I am willing, very willing, I will peel it right away, as long as you like it, Master Feng."

Cheng Weiwei found a plate, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and began to peel them carefully.

The melon seeds are neither too hard nor too soft.

For someone like Cheng Weiwei, who has never touched water since childhood, it is still a bit difficult to peel the shells with her hands that have manicures.

After trying several times, she decided to cut off the troublesome nail polish on her thumb and index finger.

People who work regularly have strong nails.

People who don't work often have relatively soft nails.

Cheng Weiwei is the latter.

After peeling for a short time, her nails were destroyed beyond recognition.

Several times, the tiny, sharp shells of melon seeds pierced her nails, and the excruciating pain made her shed tears.

She wanted to stop, but Feng Yi was watching TV and would ask her from time to time how much she had peeled.

She didn't dare stop at all.

She was tortured for the entire morning.

It was not until lunch time when Feng Yi left the ward that Cheng Weiwei dared to rest.

She quickly ran downstairs to find Cheng Mo, and as soon as she entered the door, she started complaining about her grievance.

"Brother... my hand... hurts so much... oooh..."

Cheng Shizhong had already left, and Cheng Mo still had an IV tube in his arm.

He looked at Cheng Weiwei and her messy fingers with concern.

"Weiwei, what happened to your hand? It looked fine this morning, how did it become like this?"

Cheng Weiwei told Cheng Mo about her experience while crying.

"Dad asked me to take care of Feng Yi for my sister. He said he wanted to eat some melon seeds, so I spent the whole morning peeling them, and now my hand is like this."

"Brother, is my hand going to be crippled?"

"Don't worry, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Regardless of the fact that he was still receiving an IV drip, Cheng Mo immediately pulled out the IV tube and took Cheng Weiwei to see a doctor.

The doctor disinfected Cheng Weiwei's hand, wrapped it with several bandages, and told her to pay attention to her recovery and move her hand as little as possible.

Cheng Weiwei looked at her bandaged hand and said worriedly.

"My hands have become like this. I can no longer help my sister take care of Master Feng. What if Dad blames me?"

Cheng Mo frowned, his anger growing.

"Cheng Yun caused this trouble. I really don't understand why Dad wants you to clean up Cheng Yun's mess."

"My sister plans to invest in Chengshi. Dad is on her side for the sake of the company and the family."

"Do I have to let you suffer for the sake of the company and family?"

"But this is Dad's decision..."

The more I think about this incident, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more furious I get.

"Weiwei, take a break first and go out to make a phone call."

Cheng Mo came to the corridor and called Cheng Yun using another number.

"Cheng Yun, you caused this yourself, so you should clean up the mess yourself. Don't involve Wei Wei. She even hurt her hands peeling melon seeds, you know?"

He got injured so quickly that Cheng Yun had to give Feng Yi a thumbs up.

When it comes to bullying, he's really good.

"Cheng Weiwei wanted to go on her own. I didn't force her." Cheng Yun said lightly.

"Don't think I don't know. It was you who threatened Dad with the investment, so Dad had no choice but to let Weiwei clean up the mess for you."

With this train of thought, it’s a shame he doesn’t write political intrigue novels.

"First of all, I didn't ask Cheng Weiwei to clean up the mess for me. Mr. Cheng didn't force her to do anything either."

"But since you said that, then I suggest you persuade Cheng Weiwei to go home. It's up to her whether she wants to go back or not."

"Cheng Yun, you..."

"roll!"

With an angry roar, the call ended.

Cheng Mo was very angry.

Cheng Weiwei's hands were already in that condition, and no matter what he said, he would not let Cheng Weiwei take care of Feng Yi anymore.

This is simply torture and a deliberate attempt to make things difficult for me.

Back in the ward, Cheng Mo couldn't wait to let Cheng Weiwei go home.

If you can't afford to offend Feng Yi, can you afford to hide away?

"Weiwei, don't worry about Cheng Yun's mess. Go home."

Cheng Weiwei shook his head and refused.

Moreover, there was a hint of worry on his face.

"Brother, if I go back like this, Dad will blame me."

"I asked you to go back. Dad won't blame you. And I believe that if Dad knew that your hand was injured, he would not let you continue to take care of Feng Yi." Cheng Mo said.

"But...if I leave, Young Master Feng gets angry and implicates our family, that would be bad."

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Cheng Mo had not expected Cheng Weiwei's unexpected stubbornness.

"Weiwei, I've already told you that you don't need to do anything about this. Just be obedient and go home."

Cheng Weiwei still shook her head.

"No, I am a member of the Cheng family. I can't back down at this time."

"Your hands are like this, why are you so stubborn?"

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