Chapter 24: Reform

Wen Shuang was almost half-supported and half-carried by Xuan Zhe into the car.

President Xuan looked so unhappy that Cao Nanyu did not dare to let Yu Feng go and directly ordered the guard to detain him.

Yu Feng looked at the car that was driving away, his expression was dazed for a moment.

It took Wen Shuang a while to put his brain back together after Yu Feng's punch. When he regained consciousness, he realized that his posture with Xuan Zhe was too ambiguous. To be more precise, he was clinging to Xuan Zhe's arms. The big man sat calmly, without any intention of forcing him. Wen Shuang was immediately embarrassed and tried to move away. Unexpectedly, Xuan Zhe suddenly lowered his head, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Are you uncomfortable again?"

In fact, he had been feeling uncomfortable. Wen Shuang was quite afraid of pain, but no one had ever asked him that. Something in his heart sank, and he nodded as if possessed by his own will: "Yeah."

"Lean back and take a nap, we're almost there." Xuan Zhe looked at the road ahead. His gaze was always firm, and even the strongest wind and rain could not shake him in the slightest. Wen Shuang thought that such a person should not have the miserable and sad ending in the original novel.

Xuanzhe had made arrangements in advance, so it was very convenient for him to see a doctor. Half of Wen Shuang's face had become swollen recently, and his pronunciation was not as clear as before. The doctor first cleaned his mouth, and after making sure there was no skin breakage, he disinfected and reduced the swelling. Xuanzhe was waiting at the door, and was about to make a phone call when he heard a scream. His eyebrows jumped, and he immediately pushed the door in.

Wen Shuang tried to run for the door, but unfortunately, one of her arms was held down by the doctor, so she couldn't escape. She reached out her hand as soon as she saw Xuan Zhe, whimpering in frustration. Her face, half swollen with medicated oil, was truly horrific!

Xuanzhe was almost unable to bear to watch it.

"Why are you making a fuss instead of applying the medicine properly?" Xuanzhe said in a deep voice.

"I'll take care of it... No, I won't rub it..." Wen Shuang tried her best to express her meaning clearly.

Xuanzhe snorted lightly, revealing the ugly face of a capitalist. "Go back and take care of it slowly." As if he didn't see Wen Shuang nod vigorously, he continued: "What if it doesn't heal before the recording of the show next week? You will bear the losses caused."

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Shuang instantly became quiet. He slowly sat back, closed his eyes and waited for the doctor to work on his face.

Xuanzhe felt uncomfortable after he did this. After a few seconds of silence, he wiped his hands with the alcohol cotton beside him and then took the external application medicine.

The doctor inexplicably felt that he was redundant, and when he saw that Mr. Xuan's technique was okay, he withdrew.

Wen Shuang smelled a familiar scent and felt that the palm of her hand that was massaging her was much gentler this time. When she opened her eyes, she saw Xuan Zhe's handsome face. This man was really handsome, with black pupils and thick eyelashes. He was worthy of being the ceiling of appearance in the original novel, and it was impossible to find any fault with him. He was so engrossed in watching that the pain was relieved a lot. Until the massage was over, both of them maintained this weird and tacit posture.

"Does it look good?" Xuanzhe looked indifferent.

Wen Shuang said sincerely: "It looks good." There was no flattery or fawning in her tone. It was like appreciating a unique work of art, and she felt that it was beautiful from the bottom of her heart.

Xuanzhe: “…”

"Tell me, how did you come up with the idea of ​​helping Yu Feng?" Xuan Zhe gently placed the remaining medicine on the table, and the waves in his heart gradually began to rise. He was close at the time and heard what Yu Feng said. He knew that Wen Shuang had persuaded Lei Wenxu and had also visited Yu Feng's mother.

Wen Shuang gently pressed her burning cheeks. After a moment, she saw Xuan Zhe still listening attentively, so she sighed, "I have to... make up for something." Otherwise, according to the nature of this world against him, sooner or later his soul would be torn apart.

Xuanzhe said with a half-smile: "I want to be a good person"

"You can understand it this way." Wen Shuang said softly: "I think that as long as we are alive, we will always have a chance to reform ourselves."

Xuanzhe nodded, not knowing whether he believed it or not. "Yu Feng is still being held at the company. According to you, he should be released."

"Let him go." Wen Shuang didn't hesitate: "I won't pursue anything against him." Compared to what the original body did to Yu Feng, one punch was a light blow. Besides, doesn't he have Xuanzhe as his golden thigh? Just hold on tight and he'll be fine!

Xuanzhe gave the order over the phone, and Wen Shuang went for a full body check-up.

No one may believe it if I say this, but Wen Shuang suffered a mild concussion from a punch. Looking at the medical report, Xuan Zhe didn't know what to say. He even gasped for breath when he said he was so fragile.

"Rest well, take medicine on time, and you will recover in a week." The doctor advised before leaving.

Wen Shuang looked "well-behaved and sensible", but in fact, what he was thinking was to throw the medicine into the trash can. It was not that he was being naughty, but it really hurt when he applied it, the kind of pain that made him unable to control his tears. He couldn't always use Xuan Zhe as a "painkiller". Wen Shuang calculated that the swelling would go away in four or five days at most, and the mark could be covered with foundation, and it would be perfect.

Unexpectedly, the medicine bag in her hand was suddenly taken away. Wen Shuang turned her head and looked at Xuan Zhe in a daze.

Xuanzhe weighed it and said lightly, "I want to throw it away."

Wen Shuang: "..." Did this person install a bug in his brain?

"I saved you again today." Xuanzhe said to himself, "A drop of water is a spring of gratitude. Wen Shuang, you know what to do, right?"

Wen Shuang suddenly realized and responded: "I'll bring you food."

"Yes." Xuanzhe responded, "After I deliver the meal, I will personally see you apply the medicine."

Wen Shuang: “…”

So, for the next few days, Cao Nanyu would witness a very novel scene: Wen Shuang would go in with her lunch box, looking dusty and dusty, and when she came out, her eyes were filled with tears. Through the crack in the door, she could even catch a glimpse of President Xuan wiping his mouth with a tissue, somewhat contentedly...

Ah this...

What on earth were they doing? Cao Nanyu was so anxious that he scratched his head and started to build a building with everyone on the forum.

A few days ago, President Xuan "rescued the beauty" with his figure and protective desire. A group of people on the forum cried out "I can do it!" Even the brothers who previously thought that President Xuan was just a temporary interest suddenly changed their minds and shouted that it was true love.

It seems that except for the two parties involved, the entire company, whether sincerely or just for fun, has joined the ranks of supporting the couple.

Wen Shuang came to deliver food today. I was thinking about whether I should have a discussion with President Xuan later. The mark is almost gone, so I won't apply medicine. It just hurts a little when I press it. Unexpectedly, Cao Nanyu suddenly flashed in front of me, and his tone was unusually serious: "Go in and keep silent if you can. Don't provoke President Xuan."

Wen Shuang was stunned: "Mr. Xuan is in a bad mood"

There were some things Cao Nanyu was not comfortable talking about, so he just pushed Wen Shuang's shoulder and said, "Anyway, remember this."

Wen Shuang said "Oh", and after entering, she found that Xuan Zhe's face was indeed gloomy, and the surroundings were depressing, as if he could squeeze out all the oxygen in people's alveoli in the next second.

"Boss Xuan." Wen Shuang gently placed the lunch box on the table. "Today I made your favorite sweet and sour pork. I made an extra portion. Please try it."

Xuanzhe doesn't like others to make noises when he is in a bad mood. Wen Shuang arrived ten minutes early today, otherwise he would have planned to send her a message telling her not to come. But Wen Shuang spoke so softly, and the anger in his heart seemed to have encountered cold dew, not only was it extinguished, but a hint of coolness spread.

Xuanzhe actually hoped that he could say a few more words.

"Apart from sweet and sour pork, what else is there?" Xuanzhe asked.

"Grilled fish!" Wen Shuang took it out to him like she was presenting a treasure. It was a small sea bass, its skin basted in broth and sprinkled with chopped green onions, making it quite appetizing. "And there's stir-fried choy sum. This choy sum is the freshest I bought after get off work last night. Try it."

Xuanzhe picked up the chopsticks and started eating quietly. He forgot who had said that delicious food can heal the soul. Xuanzhe thought it was an exaggeration, but he did feel a little more relaxed at the moment.

Seeing him like this, Wen Shuang didn't dare to mention the problem of not having medicine anymore. She took the initiative to move in front of the mirror and started to grin.

Xuanzhe looked at his various expressions and smiled silently.

At this moment, he finally believed that all these things meant that Wen Shuang really wanted to turn back.