Stepping into Wang Jinyu's bedroom, Wen Lu was shocked. She couldn't help but admire how much Wang Jinyu knew how to enjoy life. The bedroom alone was about 40 or 50 square meters. Although the decoration wasn't luxurious, the minimalist style exuded an air of wealth.

I must say, this man has great taste.

At this moment, another door in the bedroom opened, and Wang Jinyu came out wearing a pair of pajama bottoms. The bandages on his body were soaked with blood, especially the wound on his abdomen, which looked even more serious.

"Tsk, you really have a great figure..."

Looking at the muscles exposed through the gaps in the gauze, Wen Lu couldn't help but sigh softly. Although she had seen it before, this was the first time she had seen such a hormonally charged scene, and she couldn't help but marvel.

Upon hearing Wen Lu's teasing words, Wang Jinyu looked at Wen Lu's tender face and snorted coldly, "You're not old, but you've got a lot of lust in you!"

"Although we are young, we have the right to pursue beautiful things."

Looking at Wang Jinyu's handsome face, Wen Lu didn't feel ashamed at all. She had to admit that Wang Jinyu was not only good-looking, but also had a great physique. She felt that he was a darling of God.

Wen Lu casually put her suitcase aside and retorted in a gentle tone, "Everyone loves beauty, and besides, beauty is right in front of you, why should she wrong herself?"

Wang Jinyu couldn't win an argument with Wen Lu, and he was also completely exhausted. He clutched his aching wound, frowned, and lay down on the bed.

Hearing Wang Jinyu's heavy breathing, Wen Lu knew that his injury was probably not very good. She couldn't understand Wang Jinyu's thinking. He was already so badly injured, so why wasn't he resting in the hospital and instead running around everywhere?

"Your injuries are so severe, why don't you rest and recuperate in the hospital instead of being discharged?"

Wen Lu lowered her head to inspect the contents of the medicine kit and began to disinfect the tools inside.

"I'm not used to living here..."

Wang Jinyu spoke with his eyes closed and his tone was indifferent.

He didn't really know why he insisted on being discharged from the hospital. He just felt bad staying there, so he told Ling He that he wanted to go back to Beijing, and the two of them left the hospital together.

"Okay, you really are being willful!"

As Wen Lu spoke, she took the sterilized tools and walked to Wang Jinyu's side. She cut the bandage with scissors and began to treat Wang Jinyu's wound.

Unwrapping the gauze, Wen Lu looked at the bleeding wound. Her brows furrowed involuntarily. She glanced up at Wang Jinyu's cold expression and asked in a low voice.

"Don't you have pain receptors?"

Upon hearing Wen Lu's words, Wang Jinyu, who had been keeping his eyes closed, slowly opened them. When he met Wen Lu's large, bright black eyes, he raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of a smile in his dark eyes.

"Who doesn't feel pain? Ouch, be gentle!"

As he spoke, Wang Jinyu couldn't help but cry out in pain. He frowned as he looked at Wen Lu's hand, which was cleaning his wound. He was certain that Wen Lu had done it on purpose.

Looking at Wang Jinyu's increasingly pale face from the pain, Wen Lu withdrew her gaze with satisfaction and spoke in a somewhat casual tone.

"If you know it hurts, then take good care of it. If you keep torturing yourself, forget about healing the wound. It would be a miracle if you could even survive. A wound that's not too big or too small has been reopened three times. People who don't know better would think you enjoy this self-torture."

As she spoke, Wen Lu unconsciously softened her movements and treated Wang Jinyu's wounds more carefully.

After Wen Lu finished treating the wound, she stood up, walked to the medicine box, found the hemostatic medicine, returned to Wang Jinyu's side, and gently sprinkled the medicine on it, her movements somewhat like sprinkling black pepper on a grilled steak.

Thinking of this scene, Wen Lu couldn't help but chuckle. Wang Jinyu looked at Wen Lu's happy smile and was a little puzzled. He wondered what he had done to please this living ancestor.

After Wen Lu treated Wang Jinyu's wound, she bandaged it up. Wang Jinyu cooperated very well while she was bandaging him.

On the last lap, Wang Jinyu suddenly grabbed Wen Lu's hand.

"Now that you're homeless, are you still going to run away?"

Looking at Wen Lu's fair and radiant face, Wang Jinyu couldn't help but ask this question.

He didn't know why he asked that question; it was just an instinctive thought. He didn't want to let Wen Lu leave.

Wen Lu withdrew her hand from Wang Jinyu's, tied the last knot in Wang Jinyu's bandage, and then sat down by Wang Jinyu's bedside, looking at him with a smile.

"What? You don't want me to leave? Let me reiterate, I'm not homeless now, I've just left the Wen family! And if you want me to stay, you can find another way..."

Looking at Wang Jinyu's expression, Wen Lu's first thought was that Wang Jinyu wanted to offer her money. She thought that if Wang Jinyu were so materialistic, she would definitely leave now.

"Let me take care of you. You're still young, and it's too dangerous for you to be out there alone. I'll protect you from now on."

Wang Jinyu looked at Wen Lu and spoke earnestly. He was really worried about letting her live alone outside. The outside world was too complicated, and he wanted to bring her into his protective circle.

When she didn't hear Wang Jinyu mention money, Wen Lu unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't know why, but she was really afraid that Wang Jinyu would treat their contact as a transaction. If that were the case, there would be no need for the two of them to continue their contact.

But there's no need for him to protect her. He can't even protect himself, let alone her... Forget it.

“I refuse. I don’t need anyone to take care of me. The fact that I was able to leave the Wen family means that I am capable of living on my own. More importantly, I have already made a lot of money from you, so there is no need for me to find another living father.”

As she spoke, Wen Lu stood up, pulled over the blanket from the side, and covered Wang Jinyu with it.

"I won't leave you this time until your wounds heal. I will take care of you until you are fully recovered."

As Wen Lu finished speaking, she seemed to remember something. She frowned and looked at Wang Jinyu with a puzzled expression. "Tell me, how did Ling He manage to have such a good reputation when his medical skills are so poor? He's quite remarkable that he could drag out your injury for so long."

Hearing Wen Lu's disdainful tone, Wang Jinyu recalled what Wen Lu had said to Ling He by the roadside earlier, "That girl is already dead..."

His dark, deep eyes were fixed on Wen Lu, as if he wanted to see right through her.

But the next second he looked away. The answer was already right in front of him. He really didn't need to delve into it, but he still couldn't believe that such a bizarre thing could happen.