"Yes, thank you for your hard work, Aunt Liu."

"It's not hard work at all. I'm happy that you all love my cooking."

Su Yinwan lost her appetite because Rong Jing wasn't coming back.

But in front of Aunt Liu, he still forced himself to eat a few more bites.

After dinner, she refused Aunt Liu's help and went back to the master bedroom alone.

Su Yinwan's knee was still a little sore, but she ignored it and didn't plan to change the dressing.

She took a quick shower and then lay down on the bed.

Having not slept all night and not rested much today, Su Yinwan is very sleepy right now.

Her eyelids finally gave way.

Gradually drifting off to sleep.

One o'clock in the morning.

The Maybach was parked at the entrance of Shallow Moon Bay.

Rong Jing is back.

He sat in the office all day today.

I have no interest in meetings or work.

The image of Su Yinwan lingered in his mind.

I gently pushed open the door to the master bedroom; the bedside lamp was still on.

Rong Jing stepped forward and looked at the woman on the bed, who was sleeping soundly.

Then I looked down at her knees.

The bloodstains had already seeped through, and a patch of gauze was already stained red.

Rong Jing frowned and reached out to touch her knee.

The gauze is wet.

Did she just ignore the wound after taking a shower?

They really don't take care of their bodies.

Rong Jing shook his head helplessly, thinking about how troublesome his wife was.

You can't hit them or scold them.

He gently sat down on the chair beside the bed.

Carefully unwrap the soaked gauze.

The bloody, mangled wound on his knee instantly came into his view.

How serious and painful must this be?

Why wasn't he by her side at that time?

His wife must have cried in pain at that time.