"To hit a snake, hit it at its weakest point. To dig up a tree, dig up its roots first." Yan Shaoxiang's face was sinister and cruel. "It was precisely because Meng Mingxuan was his weak spot that I touched Meng Mingxuan."

Xu Yuhe was stunned.

"I was careless for a moment. I didn't expect the kid from the Song family to be able to do this. Next time, she won't be so lucky. A girl with the surname of Dong who has no relationship with the Yan family, even if I sleep with her, Yan Mojiu can only beat me up at most." Yan Shaoxiang sneered.

Just like this time, what if he really hurt Meng Mingxuan?

Yan Mojiu couldn't kill him.

Yan Shaoxiang's wound hurt, and he closed his eyes. "She just came to Kyoto and has never tasted my strength. I will soon let her know that my blood is not so easy to take."

Xu Yuhe didn't say anything for a long time, but it was undeniable that she was a little shaken.

But in the end, she still said, "We should act according to the situation and not expose it openly to others."

"I know."

Xu Yuhe stayed with Yan Shaoxiang in the hospital until the early morning before returning to the villa.

Yan Zheng is reading in the study.

Xu Yuhe took a bath and changed into pajamas before knocking on the study door and walking in with the ginseng soup cooked by the servant.

"Hubby, have a bowl of ginseng soup. Don't be busy too late."

Yan Zheng looked up and saw Xu Yuhe wearing a pure white veil on her face. He asked casually, "Why are you covering your face?"

Xu Yuhe paused.

Did he forget that she was beaten by Yan Mo and nine others, and it was on her face that she was beaten?

When Xu Yuhe was quiet, Yan Zheng suddenly thought of 깊.

"I'm so busy." He said calmly.

Xu Yuhe felt indescribably sad.

After standing for a while, she walked forward and put the ginseng soup next to Yan Zheng.

"Go back to your room and sleep first." Yan Zheng glanced at her.

"Husband, do you still remember that day when you said you would protect me and Shaoxiang?" Xu Yuhe squatted down beside Yan Zheng and placed her well-maintained white fingers on Yan Zheng's legs.

Yan Zheng turned his head to look at Xu Yuhe, whose face was covered by white gauze. This was more like her.

However, it doesn't look like that.

That woman would never be as humble to him as Xu Yuhe.

"If I hadn't protected you, I wouldn't have gone to the hospital today." Yan Zheng patted Xu Yuhe's arm. "Mo Jiu has resentment in his heart. Just let him go and it will be over soon. It's a tit-for-tat situation. He has the old man's support behind him. You can't take advantage of him."

As he said this, Yan Zheng smiled faintly, "You wouldn't think that I would kill my own son, would you?"

Xu Yuhe's pupils shrank, "No, I didn't think so."

"It's good that you didn't think so." Yan Zheng took it back, "Now is not the time in the past. As long as you do it, it will leave traces."

Xu Yuhe's face felt burning and painful under her veil.

She always felt that the man's words had a hidden meaning.

"Go to sleep." Yan Zheng said again.

"Okay, don't be busy too late." Xu Yuhe didn't even have the courage to ask any more questions, so she got up and left.

Yan Zheng stared at her thin back, and in a trance, it overlapped with a scene in his memory.

Then he laughed at himself.

That woman never brought him soup.

…

Meng Mingxuan was carried back to Koi Garden and took a simple bath.

Change those dirty clothes.

When she came out, Yan Mojiu was wearing clean white pajamas, which had obviously been washed.

There is not a single flaw in his figure, and when he wears white, he is simply perfect and impeccable, like the prince charming that all girls imagine when they fall in love for the first time.

Meng Mingxuan was very satisfied with her own vision.

"Come here and apply the ointment." Yan Mojiu held the tube of ointment in his hand.

Meng Mingxuan put away her admiring gaze and walked over obediently.

She kicked off her slippers and sat on the bed.

Yan Mojiu half-knelt beside the bed and carefully applied another layer of ointment on Meng Mingxuan's face.

There was a faint smell of medicine, and the area was wiped gently. Meng Mingxuan didn't feel any pain on her face.

After Yan Mojiu put down the ointment, he wiped his fingers twice with a wet wipe.

"Are you feeling wronged?" He changed from half-kneeling to sitting and put his arms around Meng Mingxuan's waist.

Meng Mingxuan shook her head, "You've let me vent my anger before."

At first I found it unbelievable, after all, it was the first time I was slapped in my life.

But she couldn't say she was wronged. After he treated her so gently, she had already been coaxed into submission.

Moreover, compared with the three people in the previous life who suffered without his protection, this is nothing.

"No matter how you vent your anger afterwards, it's you who's suffering."

Yan Mojiu really wanted to kiss her, but there was no one around at the moment.

He held back.

"When I think about Xu Yuhe getting 10 slaps, each of which was heavier than what I got, I feel that the pain was worth it." Meng Mingxuan smiled.

This was a chance for Yan Mojiu to take revenge.

Who made Xu Yuhe hit her first?

"Not worth it." Yan Mojiu frowned, moved his fingers up to her neck, and gently supported her chin with his tiger's mouth. "The old man urged me to come, but I kept postponing my coming to Kyoto. Mingxuan, revenge comes after you, do you understand?"

He didn't need her to help him with his revenge.

Meng Mingxuan's heart trembled violently.

She opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.

"Nothing is more important than you." Yan Mojiu lowered his head and his eyes fell on her moist and red lips.

The phone rang at this time.

Yan Mojiu let her go, took out his cell phone, took a look at it, and answered it.

"Mo Jiu, come back to the old house. I have something to ask you." Old Master Yan's cold voice came through the phone.

"oh."

Yan Mojiu hung up the phone.

The warm atmosphere just now was broken. Meng Mingxuan remembered Mr. Yan's ruthless words because of his cold voice.

"My grandson owed the Meng family three lives, and he felt guilty, so he spoiled Mingxuan from childhood to adulthood."

Why did Mr. Yan say that Yan Mojiu owed the Meng family three lives?

Only my sister.

Meng Mingxuan realized this point belatedly.

"You go to sleep first. I'll go over." Yan Mojiu stuffed her into the quilt and touched her hair.

"Um."

Meng Mingxuan suppressed the doubts in her heart and nodded.

Yan Mojiu then turned off the light in the room, closed the door, and left quietly.

It was already early morning when we arrived at the Yan family's old house.

Mr. Yan didn't make this call. Yan Mojiu came here because of Song Han.

"Master, the old man is waiting for you in the study."

The old butler led Yan Mojiu into the study, made some tea, and then stood aside like a statue.

Yan Mojiu didn't sit down and didn't drink tea.

He walked around Grandpa Yan's study and his eyes fell on a few antique collections in the middle that looked quite valuable. "Grandpa, these collections are pretty good. I wonder which one you like best?"

Old Master Yan followed Yan Mojiu's line of sight and smiled, "The jade ruyi in the middle was a birthday gift your uncle gave me when he was still alive..."

"Snap!"

Yan Mojiu picked up the jade ruyi to look at it, but he lost his balance and the jade ruyi slipped from his palm.

Break it into several pieces.

Before Mr. Yan could even utter the last word, something unexpected happened.

His face changed drastically, and he stood up by supporting himself on the desk.