Chapter 42 Xiaoyu, you still care about me, right...?

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In front of the rooftop of a high-end apartment building near the Academy of Fine Arts, Shen Jinhuai held Wen Yu's hand, looking down into the girl's eyes with undisguised nervous anticipation.

Even when he held Wen Yu's hand, he unconsciously tightened his grip.

Wen Yu lowered her head and glanced at Shen Jinhuai's hand holding hers. She looked around at the new space that would soon belong to the two of them, and everything in sight was warm and bright.

She nodded, a bright smile spreading across her lips, her eyes sparkling with anticipation for her new life: "Yes, I like it. I really like it."

The apartment that Shen Jinhuai chose is really good.

It's a quiet oasis in the heart of the city, with a serene environment, especially the top floor which offers excellent views. At night, you can take in all the twinkling lights of the city.

The interior design style is also Wen Yu's favorite modern minimalist style, with warm beige and natural wood tones as the main colors. It is completely different from the heavy and oppressive atmosphere of the Zhou family's old house, and it exudes a refreshing and comfortable feeling everywhere.

The interior decorations were all things Wen Yu liked.

The spacious and bright sunroom studio features floor-to-ceiling windows that cover an entire wall, allowing sunlight to stream in during the day and starlight to be seen at night.

The studio also has brand-new easels and a full range of art supplies.

Next door is a small tea room separated by glass, where several pots of jasmine flowers are blooming with fragrant blossoms. As soon as you open the door, a delicate fragrance wafts into your nostrils.

Although the space is slightly more compact compared to the spacious terraces and studios of villas on the island, it is much warmer, filled with the intimacy of home and a carefully nurtured romance.

Wen Yu released Shen Jinhuai's hand, went to the easel, stretched out her fingers, and brushed her fingertips across the blank canvas. A long-lost creative impulse stirred in her heart.

"Get a good rest tonight. After we get our luggage from the Zhou family's old house tomorrow, I'll paint with you."

Shen Jinhuai approached Wen Yu from behind, wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

He held Wen Yu's hands in his own, rested his chin on the top of her soft hair, and said in a voice full of joy, "Xiao Yu, thank you for choosing me and for choosing to come back here."

The meeting with my advisor today to discuss resuming my studies was a lie; Shen Jinhuai had already taken care of all the resuming procedures through his connections.

Moreover, today is the second day of the Lunar New Year. Why should the professor sacrifice his holiday to come out and work?

Wen Yu's statement was simply a reasonable excuse that wouldn't embarrass the Zhou brothers on the spot, so she wouldn't return to the old house.

But this seemingly casual lie actually signifies that Wen Yu truly chose to stay with Shen Jinhuai, both in her actions and in her heart.

"fool,"

Wen Yu turned around in Shen Jinhuai's arms, tilted her head back, and reflected the man's image in her clear eyes. Her tone was playful and coquettish: "This is our home, you are my husband, if I don't choose you, who will I choose? If we don't come back here, where will we go?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Jinhuai's breath hitched, and his deep eyes seemed to be filled with the light and heat of a deep sea of ​​sparks.

The man gazed into the girl's eyes, which held no gloom and whose trust in him was complete, and his heart was filled with a great warmth.

A moment later, Shen Jinhuai bent down, cupped Wen Yu's cheeks in his hands, stroked her delicate skin with his thumbs, and kissed her lips almost reverently.

The man's kiss was gentle and lingering, gradually deepening.

On the living room sofa, Wen Yu's phone screen lit up briefly; it was a text message from an unknown number.

The text message contained detailed application guidelines for a highly anticipated scholarship program at the Academy of Fine Arts, and the sender's signature was Chen Xu.

Then, the same number sent detailed addresses and contact information for several top-tier art supply stores in the vicinity, as well as information about a VIP membership card labeled "Wen Yu Exclusive".

Hearing her phone beep with text message notifications, Wen Yu stirred slightly amidst Shen Jinhuai's kisses and patted his back.

Shen Jinhuai reluctantly stepped back slightly and saw Wen Yu walk to the sofa with a slightly flushed face and pick up her phone.

He raised his hand and touched the lips he had kissed Wen Yu, his ears turning bright red.

Wen Yu frowned when she saw the content on her phone screen.

Chen Xu is Zhou Yingchen's special assistant, so it's natural that he sent these messages at Zhou Yingchen's behest.

Thinking of this, a look of confusion and displeasure at being disturbed flashed in Wen Yu's eyes.

Seeing this, Shen Jinhuai followed Wen Yu over.

He glanced at the contents of his phone screen, his previously gentle gaze turning cold.

A moment later, Shen Jinhuai reached out and took Wen Yu's phone, decisively deleted the few text messages, and then put the phone back on the coffee table.

He turned around and embraced Wen Yu again.

Ignore these things.

Shen Jinhuai's voice was deep and resonant: "Do what you want to do, paint what you want to paint. Leave the rest to me."

Wen Yu leaned against the man's strong, warm embrace and nodded.

She buried her face in Shen Jinhuai's chest, taking a deep breath of the familiar and reassuring scent emanating from the man, and her restless emotions gradually calmed down.

She thought that by leaving the Zhou family's old house and moving into her own little world with Shen Jinhuai, she could be completely free and escape the suffocating attention and control.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Yingchen and his group started on the very first night.

Fortunately, with Shen Jinhuai by her side and in their own home, Wen Yu slept quite well.

To her surprise, the very next morning, Wen Yu rubbed her eyes and found that the seat next to her was empty.

Turning around, she saw Shen Jinhuai standing on the balcony of her bedroom.

The tall, imposing man looked down at the building, seemingly observing something.

Wen Yu was puzzled. She threw off the covers, got out of bed, and went to the balcony.

Following Shen Jinhuai's gaze, I looked down at the building and my heart clenched.

A strikingly colored and stylish sports car was parked downstairs.

Wen Yu had seen the color and cool design of that sports car at the Zhou family's old house; it belonged to Zhou Shiye.

The car had been parked there for who knows how long, yet it cast a discordant shadow on the sunlight of their new life.

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Wen Yu's thoughts.

Chen Jinhuai's eyes darkened slightly.

When their eyes met, he concealed his emotions and said, "I'll go see who it is."

Shen Jinhuai walked to the smart monitoring screen by the door and looked at the scene on the screen: in the corridor outside the door, a row of well-trained staff members in uniform stood neatly.

Each of them carried an exquisite tray lined with velvet.

The tray was filled with a dazzling array of items: sets of top-tier jewelry, the latest haute couture clothing and bags, as well as adorable plush toys and precious indoor plants.

It was practically a small, luxurious mobile department store exhibition.

Shen Jinhuai's gaze gradually turned cold.

His jawline was taut, and he exuded a restrained chill.

At this moment, Wen Yu, who had come to Shen Jinhuai's side, also saw the scene on the monitor screen.

She paused for a moment, frowned, and looked at Shen Jinhuai beside her in confusion.

The phone rang at that moment.

Wen Yu glanced at the number on the screen, hesitated for a moment, and then answered the call.

Then, Zhou Shiye's hoarse, tired voice, yet forcefully suppressing his excitement, came from the other end of the phone:

"Xiaoyu, good morning. The things in the old house are probably quite worn out, so I bought you some clothes and jewelry from the latest season, as well as some little trinkets that girls might like. I had them delivered to your door. Do you like them?"

Zhou Shiye spoke quickly, his words tinged with a barely concealed eagerness to please and a fear of rejection: "If you don't like it, I'll go and find something else, until you like it, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yu tightened her grip on her phone.

She turned around again, quickly went to the balcony, and peered down.

Sure enough, Zhou Shiye was leaning against the door of that cool sports car, looking up to catch a glimpse of Wen Yu on the balcony upstairs.

Their eyes met from a distance, and Zhou Shiye's previously dim and confused eyes suddenly lit up.

The next moment, Zhou Shiye heard Wen Yu's indifferent voice, almost devoid of emotion, coming through the receiver.

"So, how did Attorney Zhou know I lived here?"

Wen Yu's voice was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing the light that had just ignited in Zhou Shiye's eyes.

In an instant, the smile on Zhou Shiye's face froze.

His eyes darted around, and his voice trembled with panic: "I, I..."

Zhou Shiye dared not say that he couldn't wait for Wen Yu to return to the old house today, so he sent people to investigate here, because saying so would only make Wen Yu more disgusted.

But apart from this reason, all other reasons are too childish, and Wen Yu wouldn't be foolish enough to believe them.

Most importantly, Wen Yu did not give Zhou Shiye more time to fabricate excuses.

“Attorney Zhou, there’s no need for you to go to such trouble. Jin Huai will prepare whatever I want. Thank you for your kindness, but please have everyone outside leave now.”

"Oh, by the way, the things in the old house are indeed old. I would appreciate it if Attorney Zhou could help me throw them all away."

"Xiaoyu".

Zhou Shiye's anxious voice was tinged with pleading.

He wanted to say something more, but before he could finish, Wen Yu hung up the phone.

Zhou Shiye's hand holding the phone froze in mid-air, and the color drained from his face little by little.

He kept his head tilted back, staring at the now empty balcony. After a long while, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he slumped down, his arm holding the phone hanging limply.

Zhou Shiye took a deep breath, raised his hand to cover his chest which was aching, then picked up his phone and made a call, weakly ordering, "Withdraw everything."

Meanwhile, in the apartment upstairs.

Wen Yu watched as the staff carrying trays left one by one on the monitor screen, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's alright now."

Shen Jinhuai pulled Wen Yu into his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her, his voice low and gentle: "From now on, no one who is not related to you will appear outside the door to disturb you."

But from an angle that Wen Yu couldn't see, the man's gaze as he looked out the window was icy cold.

In the following days, no one or anything sent by Zhou Shiye appeared outside the apartment.

But not far from the entrance, there was a young man in a black suit, with a capable and composed demeanor, standing guard there.

"This is Xu Ying; he will stay here from now on."

Shen Jinhuai introduced the person guarding the door to Wen Yu: "With him here, no one will be able to easily get close and disturb you."

Wen Yu glanced at the young man outside the door who was respectfully nodding to her, then at Shen Jinhuai beside her who had a calm expression, and nodded, acknowledging Xu Ying's presence.

Compared to Zhou Shiye's reckless and almost harassing advances, having a reliable person guarding the door to keep unnecessary trouble away is not a bad thing for Wen Yu.

However, even with such protection, Zhou Yingchen's chance encounter was still impossible to prevent.

That evening, Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai went to a well-reviewed restaurant nearby for dinner.

The environment here is elegant and the atmosphere is harmonious.

Just as the food was served, Wen Yu glanced up and saw someone sitting in a secluded corner not far away.

It was Zhou Yingchen.

Zhou Yingchen did not take the initiative to approach.

He was sitting in a corner not far away. When he saw Wen Yu appear, he raised his hand to summon a waiter and whispered a few instructions.

Soon after, the restaurant lights were dimmed slightly, and the background music was changed to a more soothing tune that Wen Yu liked.

Wen Yu tightened her grip on the knife and fork.

She pursed her lips, a mixture of discomfort and faint aversion welling up inside her.

Zhou Yingchen always did this, using a seemingly considerate but actually controlling approach to remind everyone of his presence and influence.

Fortunately, the meal was not disturbed further.

Zhou Yingchen quickly paid the bill and left, as if his presence was merely a coincidence.

In the apartment that belonged to Wen Yu and Shen Jinhuai, Wen Yu could be free and at ease.

That evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the French windows of the studio, casting a warm, fuzzy glow on everything inside.

After finishing the last few strokes of a painting, Wen Yu let out a long sigh of relief. She put down her brush, took two steps back, and gazed at the newly completed work on the canvas.

On the canvas, a vast expanse of tranquil and deep blue unfolds, representing the sea at dusk on an island in her memory—vast and healing.

But deep within the surging waves, near the bottom of the image, there are several tangled and twisted dark lines, like hidden seaweed or some kind of invisible chain, trying to break free from the calm sea, or quietly wrapping around it.

Seeing these lines, Wen Yu sighed and rubbed her temples.

Ultimately, she was still affected by the various actions of Zhou Shiye and Zhou Yingchen during this period.

A moment later, Wen Yu walked to the washbasin next to her, turned on the tap, and carefully washed the paint off her hands with warm water and soap.

He then dried his hands and tiptoed to the study door.

The study door was ajar, and Shen Jinhuai was facing the computer screen, conducting a transnational video conference in fluent French.

The warm light in the study fell on Shen Jinhuai's face, outlining the man's clear jawline and straight nose.

Shen Jinhuai's brows furrowed slightly, his expression serious, and he looked incredibly handsome.

Perhaps it was a meeting of minds, but Shen Jinhuai seemed to sense something and looked up, meeting Wen Yu's gaze.

The next moment, the man's originally cold and hard features softened.

After giving a brief explanation to the person on the other end of the screen, Shen Jinhuai ended the meeting, closed his laptop, and walked towards Wen Yu.

"Finished drawing?"

Shen Jinhuai took Wen Yu's hand and stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips: "Are you hungry? I'll go cook now."

Wen Yu shook her head, raised her clear eyes, and looked at the man in front of her.

Her voice held a coquettish tone that she herself didn't even realize: "You haven't kissed me for an hour."

Shen Jinhuai was taken aback, then chuckled softly.

Then, the man leaned down and kissed the girl's lips.

The kiss started gently and tenderly, but quickly turned passionate with Wen Yu's clumsy yet proactive response.

The man's arm around Wen Yu's waist tightened.

In the throes of passion, between breaths mingling, Wen Yu vaguely heard the man's lips close to her ear, whispering earnestly in a slightly panting tone.

"Your twentieth birthday is in three months and ten days."

Shen Jinhuai stepped back slightly, his deep eyes fixed on the girl in front of him: "What are your plans? How about going back to the island for your birthday?"

"Twentieth birthday?"

For some unknown reason, Wen Yu's heart skipped a beat.

She wrapped her arms around Shen Jinhuai's neck, blinking her clear, bright eyes playfully: "Before we go back to the island to celebrate my birthday, there's something even more important."

Wen Yu kissed the man on the corner of his mouth: "Guess what it is?"

Shen Jinhuai shook his head: "I don't know, is there any hint?"

"A hint? Yes..."

Wen Yu deliberately dragged out her words, deliberately keeping everyone in suspense, before sweetly saying, word by word, "It's a major life event for you and me."

"A major event in life?"

Shen Jinhuai took a breath, his eyes shining brightly and intensely.

In a daze, the man understood something, but he wasn't entirely sure, his voice tense: "You mean..."

Wen Yu nodded vigorously, a soft yet firm smile spreading across her lips.

"Yes. I checked, it was a Monday, the Civil Affairs Bureau is open."

Wen Yu looked up at Shen Jinhuai, her eyes filled with longing for the future and unreserved love: "So Mr. Shen Jinhuai, would you be willing to go with me on that day to write our names on the same legally binding piece of paper? Let me truly and completely become your Mrs. Shen."

The moment the words left his mouth, Shen Jinhuai's eyes flickered slightly.

Overwhelmed by immense joy and surging love, the man lost all reason and restraint.

Shen Jinhuai hugged Wen Yu tightly.

He lowered his head and, with almost pious excitement and boundless passion, kissed Wen Yu's lips deeply.

The man lingered on the girl's lips, his tongue exploring and intertwining intimately with hers, their breaths hot and disordered.

Wen Yu wrapped her arms around Shen Jinhuai's neck, completely immersed in the kiss.

Only when both of them were panting heavily did Shen Jinhuai separate from Wen Yu slightly.

Their foreheads touched, their noses brushed lightly, exchanging each other's hot breath.

"I'm willing, a hundred times, a thousand times willing. Xiaoyu, my Xiaoyu..."

The man's hoarse voice trembled in Wen Yu's ear.

Then came a new round of even more tender kisses.

·

Winter break flew by, and soon it was time for school to start again.

Shen Jinhuai is very busy every day, but he always makes time to spend with Wen Yu.

He would quietly handle his official duties while Wen Yu was painting, occasionally glancing up to meet her gaze, and exchanging a knowing smile.

Shen Jinhuai would prepare a sumptuous breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day, watching Wen Yu eat each bite with a satisfied smile.

At night, the two embraced in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the city lights and feeling each other's breath and heartbeat.

"There's a charity gala tomorrow night, would you like to come with me?"

Shen Jinhuai put his arm around Wen Yu's shoulder and asked softly.

He knew that Wen Yu disliked crowded places, the scrutinizing gazes of strangers, and the insincere social interactions.

As expected, Wen Yu shook her head.

She disliked those kinds of occasions; just imagining the scene made Wen Yu feel suffocated.

Shen Jinhuai did not insist.

"Okay, I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Xu Ying will be waiting outside the door. You can contact me or ask him to do anything if you need anything."

"Um."

Wen Yu felt a warmth in her heart. She gave Shen Jinhuai a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth, her eyes crinkling with joy. "I'll wait for you to come home. I won't go anywhere. You don't need to worry about me. Just focus on your own business."

"good."

Looking at Wen Yu's obedient yet slightly playful appearance, Shen Jinhuai felt his heart melt completely.

The following evening, Shen Jinhuai changed into a perfectly tailored dark suit, kissed Wen Yu's forehead, and couldn't help but kiss her lips again before reluctantly leaving at Wen Yu's urging.

The apartment fell silent, leaving Wen Yu alone.

Wen Yu actually really enjoys spending short periods of time alone in a space that is absolutely safe and completely free.

She brewed herself a cup of flower tea, drank it for a while, read a book, and then went to the easel to continue the painting she hadn't finished yesterday.

But just as the pen tip touched the canvas, a muffled and abrupt engine roar suddenly came from downstairs.

Wen Yu's hand holding the paintbrush trembled.

Her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

For some unknown reason, Wen Yu put down her paintbrush, quickly walked to the balcony, and leaned out to look in the direction from which the sound came from downstairs.

Then I saw Zhou Shiye's eye-catching sports car appear downstairs again.

The car was in an extremely dangerous and almost out-of-control position, its front end swung to the right, and without hesitation crashed into a thick tree on the side of the road.

With a loud bang, the front of the sports car dented slightly, the hood twisted and popped up, and the white airbags deployed with a thud.

Meanwhile, in the driver's seat, Zhou Shiye's forehead slammed heavily against the steering wheel.

A spurt of blood erupted from his forehead, quickly trickling down the man's pale cheek, a particularly gruesome sight in the dim twilight.

Zhou Shiye lay motionless on the deployed airbag and steering wheel, his fate unknown.

Wen Yu gasped in shock, her heart leaping into her throat. She gripped the railing tightly, her knuckles turning white.

What is Zhou Shiye doing?

Did he deliberately crash his car into a tree?

Why?

Wen Yu's mind went blank.

All the previous resistance, fear, and alienation were overwhelmed by the immense shock and astonishment brought about by this tragic and real scene.

Wen Yu didn't have time to think about anything; her body reacted before her reason could.

She turned around, not bothering to change her shoes, and stumbled out of the house in her slippers, running quickly towards the elevator.

My fingers trembled as I pressed the button for the first floor.

A few minutes later, Wen Yu, panting and unsteady on her feet, ran to Zhou Shiye's badly damaged sports car.

The front of the car was still emitting wisps of smoke, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.

In the driver's seat, Zhou Shiye, his forehead slammed heavily against the steering wheel, weakly raised his head.

The man had a deep wound on his forehead, and blood kept flowing down, even his eyelashes were stained with blood, making him look ferocious and terrifying.

Zhou Shiye's once unruly eyes looked unfocused and fragile against the backdrop of blood and pain.

When he saw Wen Yu's face outside the car window, filled with shock and worry, a faint, stubborn light shone in the depths of the man's unfocused eyes.

"Xiao, Xiaoyu..."

Zhou Shiye's voice was weak and feeble, as if he might lose consciousness at any moment.

He struggled to raise his blood-stained hand, trembling as he reached out towards Wen Yu through the car window. The sticky blood on his fingers was a shocking sight in the dim light.

"You, you still came. You still... care about me, right?"

The man's voice was extremely weak, yet it carried an almost frantic obsession.

"Are you crazy? You did this for..."

Wen Yu looked at the shocking wound on Zhou Shiye's forehead, which was still gushing blood, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.

"You've lost so much blood? I'll call an ambulance for you."

Wen Yu frantically tried to make a phone call.

"No, don't call an ambulance."

Zhou Shiye suddenly unleashed astonishing strength and grabbed Wen Yu's wrist as she was about to make a phone call.

The man's strength was terrifying; he squeezed Wen Yu's wrist until it ached, and the warm blood splattered onto her clean skin, making Wen Yu tremble.

"I'm fine... I won't die."

Zhou Shiye was panting heavily, his face as pale as paper, but his eyes were bright.

He stared intently at Wen Yu, his voice filled with obsessive pleading: "Xiao Yu, come with me, have a meal with me, okay? Just one meal?"

"I promise, after this meal, I'll bother you less often, and try my best not to disturb you, okay?"

Zhou Shiye spoke haltingly, catching his breath after every few words, looking extremely weak, but he never let go of Wen Yu's wrist.

As Wen Yu looked at Zhou Shiye's face, which was covered in blood and fragility, her heart was filled with complex emotions.

She knew this was likely a carefully orchestrated ruse by Zhou Shiye, a despicable trap that exploited her kindness and soft heart.

But……

How ruthless must a person be to set up a trap in such a brutal way?

The blood gushing from Zhou Shiye's face was so real, and the pain and humble pleading in his eyes pierced Wen Yu's chaotic heart like needles.

The words of refusal stuck in her throat; Wen Yu couldn't bring herself to say them.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu closed her eyes and took a deep breath of the cold air mixed with the smell of blood.

When she opened her eyes again, all that remained in Wen Yu's eyes was exhaustion and a sense of helpless compromise.

"Can."

Wen Yu nodded, her voice hoarse: "Take care of your wounds first."

"Okay, wait for me, it'll be ready soon, very soon."

Zhou Shiye breathed a sigh of relief, his face regaining some color from his excitement.

He couldn't wait to release Wen Yu's wrist and started rummaging around the car, forgetting even the excruciating pain from the wound on his forehead.

Soon, Zhou Shiye found a portable but fully equipped first aid kit and hurriedly stuffed it into Wen Yu's hands.

Zhou Shiye swayed, struggled to open the car door, and staggered as he tried to get out, but nearly fell due to blood loss and dizziness from the impact.

"Help me, Xiaoyu, I... I'm feeling a little dizzy, I can't see clearly..."

Zhou Shiye's voice grew weaker and weaker, and blood continued to seep from his forehead. He looked disheveled and pitiful.

The man leaned against the car door with difficulty, lowered his head, and approached Wen Yu, exposing his bloody wound to her.

Wen Yu looked at the wound so close to her face, and her face paled even more.

Reason reminded Wen Yu again that she could call Xu Ying, who had run down with her, to handle the situation.

But looking at the glaring blood on Zhou Shiye's forehead and his weak, pleading eyes due to blood loss, Wen Yu simply couldn't bear to ignore it, even though this person was Zhou Shiye, whom she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Wen Yu bit her lip, but still quickly opened the first aid kit.

She clumsily took out disinfectant swabs and iodine, and with trembling fingers began to help disinfect and stop the bleeding.

"Yes, it will hurt a lot."

Wen Yu's voice trembled; it was unclear whether she was reminding him or encouraging him.

"It's okay, Xiaoyu helped me stop the bleeding, it doesn't hurt at all."

Zhou Shiye stared intently at Wen Yu's face, watching her cool fingers occasionally and inevitably brush against the skin of his forehead. The gentle touch mixed with the stinging sensation from the disinfectant, and Zhou Shiye enjoyed it immensely.

For a moment, he actually wished the wound would be deeper and the bleeding would be more.

As long as it earns Wen Yu's undivided attention and touch, what does it matter if I bleed a little or suffer a little pain?

"Xiaoyu, you're so kind..."

Zhou Shiye murmured, his eyes glued to Wen Yu's face, a wildly twisted sense of satisfaction almost overflowing from them.

Wen Yu did not respond to Zhou Shiye's words and deliberately avoided his gaze.

She held her breath and cleaned the wound as quickly as possible with iodine swabs.

After a simple disinfection and cleaning, Wen Yu picked up gauze and medical tape and tried to bandage Zhou Shiye's forehead.

But perhaps because he was too nervous, the gauze was never applied evenly, and the tape was stuck on crookedly.

"I'll do it."

Zhou Shiye reached out and placed his palm over Wen Yu's helpless hand holding the tape.

Wen Yu froze, instinctively pulling her hand back forcefully and taking a small step back. Her face paled even more, and her eyes were filled with vigilance and unease.

"alright."

Wen Yu uttered two words in a low voice, then quickly looked away, no longer looking at Zhou Shiye.

Zhou Shiye raised his hand and touched the crooked bandage on his forehead, which Wen Yu had personally wrapped, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

Although the movement aggravated his wound, causing him to grimace and gasp in pain.

Zhou Shiye took out a pack of disinfectant wipes from his pocket, pulled out one, and handed it to Wen Yu.

Wen Yu silently took it and wiped the blood off her hands.

Just as she finished wiping, she saw Zhou Shiye reach out to her again.

Wen Yu was puzzled.

Zhou Shiye took the used, dirty wet wipe from her hand, tossed it aside without even looking at it, and the dirty wet wipe was thrown into a trash can some distance away.

"Shall we go then?"

Zhou Shiye said with all his might.

As he spoke, the man's deep gaze never left Wen Yu for even a second.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Shiye, as if afraid that Wen Yu would change her mind, turned around and walked towards a car that was already waiting nearby.

Wen Yu stared at the stubborn man with faltering steps before her, feeling a profound sense of absurdity.

Little did she know that the moment she got into Zhou Shiye's car, a black sedan slowly rolled down its window in the shadows in the distance.

Zhou Yingchen watched all of this with a cold gaze.

While Shen Jinhuai was exchanging pleasantries with his business partners at the dinner party, his phone vibrated. A message from Xu Ying appeared on the screen: [Zhou Shiye deliberately caused a car accident. Miss Wen came downstairs and left with Zhou Shiye in a car.]

In an instant, the polite and aloof smile on Shen Jinhuai's face froze, and his deep eyes, like those of a cold pool, revealed a deep chill.