"Too many people want to kill me, how can I manage without bringing more men?" he said with a helpless smile.
Shen Qing continued feeding him porridge: "You don't have to live this kind of life."
He didn't say anything, but raised his hand to stop the porridge she offered him: "I don't want to eat it."
Shen Qing glanced down at the bowl of white porridge and said, "I'll make you another bowl. You rest for now."
She got up and walked towards the door, and He Fei immediately followed.
Shen Qing went to the kitchen on the first-class floor, asked the head chef for some lean pork, chicken and apples, and personally prepared a nutritious meal for Cheng Zhiwen.
Mince lean pork and chicken, add soy sauce and steam to make meat patties that go well with rice. Peel and chop apples to provide dietary fiber.
After quickly preparing it, Shen Qing carried it back to her room.
Cheng Zhiwen leaned against the headboard reading the newspaper, with a thick blanket behind her back to relieve the pressure pain from her wound.
Shen Qing took the plate over, scooped out a small spoonful of soy sauce meat, mixed it with porridge, and fed it to him.
"It has carbohydrates, animal protein, and dietary fiber, so you can eat it without worry!"
Cheng Zhiwen glanced at it, then opened her mouth and put the spoon in her mouth.
Seeing how much he enjoyed his meal, Shen Qing laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll poison you?"
He stared at the newspaper and laughed, “You won’t kill me in front of them, you won’t be able to escape. You’ll only kill me secretly when we’re alone. Because you don’t want to pay with your life, you still want to go back to Jiangzhou.”
Shen Qing was surprised.
She never imagined that Cheng Zhiwen could interpret her psychology so clearly and sharply.
As the newspaper turned to the next page, Cheng Zhiwen said calmly, "You're very smart, but you're lacking a bit of wisdom."
Shen Qing snapped out of her reverie, looked down at the plate, and scooped up a spoonful of soy sauce-braised pork with the tip of a spoon: "Wisdom? Tell me about it."
"Have you ever considered that sometimes, what you hear might just be something someone intentionally makes you hear?"
Shen Qing paused, her spoon in her hand, and looked up at him.
She knew he was referring to—the things she had overheard him say at the tea party that day.
She chuckled and continued to scoop the meat patty with her spoon: "Just because someone wanted me to hear it doesn't mean it's not true!"
She knew how to verify whether Cheng Zhiwen was a traitor.
Just by observing whether General Wang Debang and the Minister of Opium Suppression were assassinated, one can know whether Cheng Zhiwen was a traitor!
The spoon was brought to Cheng Zhiwen's lips, and she said defiantly, "I'm not as naive as you think. I have my own judgment, and you don't need to brainwash me!"
Cheng Zhiwen looked at her and said with a faint smile, "I hope so."
After feeding Cheng Zhiwen dinner, Shen Qing asked He Fei to fetch a basin of hot water.
He instructed He Fei on how to wipe Cheng Zhiwen's body: "Wring out a towel with hot water, wipe his body once, then change the water and wipe him again."
He Fei lowered his head, not daring to look at Cheng Zhiwen, and pleaded, "Boss Shen, please help Mr. Cheng wipe it. We'll help him wipe it, he..."
I bet they wanted to kill me.
Shen Qing turned to look at Cheng Zhiwen, who was leaning against the headboard, and deliberately said loudly, "That won't do. I'm a widow. If word gets out that a widow is wiping his body, it will ruin his reputation!"
He Fei kept his face down: "Then...then if word gets out that I'm a man, it will also..."
Shen Qing waved his hand: "Then let him hold on until he disembarks!"
After saying that, he was already preparing to leave Cheng Zhiwen's room.
Behind him, the man said in a restrained tone, "One thousand taels. One thousand taels for each body wipe."
Upon hearing this, Shen Qing's eyes lit up, and she stopped and turned around: "Wipe it three times a day?"
"Aren't you afraid of ruining your reputation?"
Shen Qing smiled, picked up a towel, and soaked it in warm water: "Making money doesn't distinguish between high and low status, good reputation or bad reputation."
He wrung out the hot towel, sat on the edge of the bed, and began to unbutton Cheng Zhiwen's shirt.
Cheng Zhiwen coughed lightly and turned her face away.
Shen Qing also felt a little awkward, and kept reminding herself in her heart—
This is just work! This is just work!
Behind him, He Fei quietly closed the door.
Jiang Shen happened to enter at that moment and, seeing the door closed, asked anxiously, "What's going on inside? Why is the door locked?"
He Fei raised his hand to make a "shh" gesture and whispered, "Boss Shen is helping Mr. Cheng wipe himself down, so don't make a sound."
Jiang Shen walked to the door, pressed his ear against the door panel, and heard no movement inside before standing next to He Fei.
“Mr. Cheng is currently in poor health. If Boss Shen tries to kill him again, he might…”
He Fei rolled his eyes at him: "Miss Shen doesn't have a knife, how can she kill her?"
Jiang Shen pondered seriously, "For example—pinching with your hand?"
He Fei: "..."
inside the house.
Shen Qing took off Cheng Zhiwen's shirt, revealing his strong upper body.
Looking at the muscles on his back and his firm, smooth skin, Shen Qing was a little surprised.
Normally, when he's dressed, he looks thin and pale, but he actually has all the muscles he should have.
Shen Qing recalled a senior from the physical education department she had dated during her university years, who also had a similarly fair and slender physique.
In the sweltering summer, his muscles seem to radiate an icy aura; every time you touch them, they feel cool and smooth.
Shen Qing liked this kind of fair and strong physique.
She had a slight urge to touch Cheng Zhiwen's muscles, but she restrained herself.
The towel was slung down his back, avoiding the wound, and continued downwards.
Seeing the obvious curve below the coccyx, she guessed that Cheng Zhiwen's buttocks were also quite firm.
Let's just guess for now; we'll be able to verify it soon anyway.
Shen Qing carefully wiped his back with a hot towel and whispered, "Turn around."
Cheng Zhiwen obediently turned around.
She wrung out a hot towel again and wiped her neck down to her collarbone, finally reaching her chest.
Below the bulging pectoral muscles, two pink nipples were visible.
She thought to herself: This color looks like it hasn't been touched.
My gaze quietly fell on Cheng Zhiwen's dry yet pale pink lips.
Shen Qing thought: Is it because he hasn't experienced it or because he hasn't experienced enough?
She carefully avoided those two sensitive spots and wiped around them.
I glanced up at him casually and saw that he was also looking down at me.
She quickly lowered her eyes and continued wiping.
The towel was brought to the abdomen.
He has a low-key but solid four-pack, with a clear outline and two V-lines on either side of his navel.
This incredible physique would absolutely crush any man in the Qing Dynasty.
Shen Qing carefully wiped the skin on his abdomen, quickly moving down to below his navel.
Seeing the waistband of his dress pants tightly fastened around his waist, he asked, "Should you take them off yourself, or should I?"
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