Although Han Yuzhu has been gone for twenty years, her bedroom is still cleaned by Mei Lu every day.
The furnishings in the bedroom were all old items that Han Yuzhu used before she passed away.
Nie Zhao has a bedroom on the third floor, but he rarely goes there. Whenever he comes home, he stays in this bedroom.
He really couldn't hold on any longer. He staggered, leaning on Chen Rou's shoulder, and started tearing off his tie and taking off his suit jacket on the way into the bedroom.
He threw clothes all over the corridor, and before he even entered the bedroom, he was upside down, his eyes practically touching the ground.
Chen Rou hadn't seen Kuang Zai for several days, and he was actually in Han Yuzhu's bedroom.
Seeing that Chen Rou was struggling, he rushed over to help her up. The two of them, arm in arm, helped Nie Zhao lie down on the bed.
Kuang went out, and Chen Rou helped Nie Zhao unbutton his shirt and then turned around to unbuckle his belt.
But she had only undressed halfway when Nie Zhao nearly sat up abruptly, quickly pushing her hand away and covering his belt with his own.
The two looked at each other. Nie Zhao's eyes showed fear, but he didn't say anything. He just slowly lay back down after Chen Rou stopped.
His hand remained tightly gripping the belt.
Chen Rou was actually following a routine first aid procedure. When someone is unconscious, the procedure to save them is to loosen their collar and belt, take off their shoes, keep their mouth open, and give them artificial respiration if necessary.
Nie Zhao had definitely not been rescued before, and probably thought she was going to force herself on him, which scared him half to death.
Chen Rou didn't know how to explain for a moment, just then Kuang Zai brought in water and medicine: "Third Master, shall I help you up to take your medicine?"
Nie Zhao said, "I'll eat by myself. Go and bring up the things from the study downstairs."
He lay flat on the bed, taking deep breaths one after another, as if trying to fill his internal organs with air.
Chen Rou deeply understands this feeling.
She grew up without a mother, but she has a photo of her mother and a scarf from her mother, which she has always treasured. When she is tired, sad, or heartbroken, she smells the scarf and it makes her feel much better.
A mother can be the greatest source of psychological healing for her child.
Nie Zhao finally recovered and reached out his hand, so Chen Rou handed him the water glass and medicine box.
He sat up, put the medicine box in his mouth and swallowed the medicine, then took a sip of water. Just then, Kwong came in, carrying one of the suitcases that the foreign bodyguards had brought to the study earlier.
Nie Zhao said, "Put it there and get out."
When Kwong left, he considerately closed the door behind him.
He watched the door close, then slowly lay back down on the bed, placing one hand on his collarbone and pounding it gently.
New flesh is growing in that area, healing slowly. It's not only painful, but also extremely itchy. He's so uncomfortable from the itching that he has to pound it.
Chen Rou remained standing by the bed. After learning that Nie Zhao had been ambushed by Mei Lu not because of stupidity or underestimation of the enemy, but because she wanted her seniors to be able to travel to the Philippines smoothly, she felt much more respect for the old man. Her attitude towards him improved considerably. She guessed that he wanted the suitcase to open it, so she said, "Just lie down. I'll open the suitcase for you. I'll bring you anything you want to see."
Nie Zhao stared at the ceiling, closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again: "The box has a combination lock. Come closer, and I'll tell you."
Chen Rou leaned closer to him and bent down, but her cheap husband didn't say a word for a long time.
Because his face was pale, his breathing was weak, and his eyes were vacant, Chen Rou's first thought was that he was not feeling well. She hurriedly asked, "Are you alright? Where does it hurt? Should we call Kuang Zai or a doctor, or dial 999?"
Nie Zhao remained silent, only patting the edge of the bed. Chen Rou then sat on the edge of the bed and reached out her hand: "Shall I help you?"
She wanted to help him and make him feel better, but how could she do it?
To be honest, Chen Rou was quite flustered at this moment.
She thought Nie Zhao was speechless, but as soon as she reached out her hand, Nie Zhao took it: "Rest with me for a while. I'll go practice shooting with you tonight. We can look at those things later."
A sharpshooter must have exceptionally keen perception, so Chen Rou immediately realized that her cheap husband, who could barely walk, was trying to make contact with her in a way that went beyond friendship.
What's magical is that, in the original owner's memory, he was just as sinister, rigid, gloomy, taciturn yet authoritative as he appeared in front of outsiders, making him an extremely difficult person to approach.
But what he's doing to her now is nothing short of childish and shameless behavior.
He underwent minimally invasive surgery, where a section of his head was shaved off. When he stands, his hair can cover the area in front, but when he lies down and his hair partes, the strips of shaved hair and the dense stitches are visible.
Chen Rou and her comrades are already impressive, basically able to stay on the front lines even with minor injuries, but they can't compare to Nie Zhao. Not to mention that he can work while sick, he still finds time to flirt with girls even when seriously injured. With such vigorous vitality, no wonder he can become the richest man.
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