"I'll never dare to do it again! Not even if the King of Hell comes! Absolutely not!"
The mother and daughter answered, crying and shouting, their eyes filled with fear.
Their once arrogant demeanor has now been completely shattered.
Just then, the sound of two children's light footsteps came from the doorway. It was Shen Mingyu and Shen Xingxing returning home from school with their schoolbags on their backs.
The brother and sister froze as soon as they reached the door.
He saw two people kneeling on the ground in the courtyard, their faces bruised and swollen, and Su Qingzhi standing to the side holding a whip.
They were instantly terrified and froze at the doorway, their faces turning deathly pale, none of them daring to step inside.
The scene before them shocked them to the core.
Su Qingzhi glanced at the mother and child lying on the ground like mud, and her brows furrowed even more.
After a moment, he finally flicked the whip in his hand and turned to leave without hesitation.
She turned around and gently helped the weak and powerless Shen Cunpu to his feet, leading him little by little into the house.
Although Shen Cunpu was tall and strong, he looked upright and powerful.
However, he was badly injured at this moment, yet he felt lightheaded.
With each step he took, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain.
"Honey, hang in there."
She comforted him softly, putting his arm around her shoulder to help him balance, while encouraging him in a low voice.
Once inside the house, Su Qingzhi carefully settled her injured husband on the kang (a heated brick bed).
To reduce the risk of his wounds tearing when he moves around.
She adjusted his position very carefully.
Lying on the kang (a heated brick bed), Shen Cunpu struggled to open his heavy eyelids. His face was contorted with pain, and he managed to squeeze out a few words: "Cough... Qingzhi, I'm fine... really... I'm really fine, don't worry."
Seeing her husband's weak state, Su Qingzhi was so heartbroken that she couldn't speak.
"Close your eyes and rest for a while, I'll go get your medicine."
She stood up after saying that.
Time is of the essence; not a single second can be wasted.
Therefore, Su Qingzhi hardly hesitated at all.
With her back to her husband, who lay weakly on the bed, she quickly slipped away and disappeared without a trace.
She had already left the house using the space she carried with her.
He filled a bottle with water, grabbed a few bottles of ointment and liquid for treating external injuries, and hurriedly slipped out of the house.
"Here, have some water first."
As she spoke, she gently helped the weak Shen Cunpu to his feet.
Shen Cunpu obediently listened and drank it down.
After drinking a few mouthfuls of spiritual spring water, his complexion indeed improved considerably.
The color gradually returned to her originally pale cheeks.
Seeing such immediate results, Su Qingzhi finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She then took out a bottle of iodine and found some cotton swabs.
After carefully wetting it, I began to clean his wound meticulously.
When he touched the broken skin, Shen Cunpu couldn't help but gasp, his body instinctively trembling slightly.
For some reason, he suddenly noticed a faint smell of alcohol wafting through the room.
His brows furrowed unconsciously.
He looked at the medicine and bottle in Su Qingzhi's hand with a questioning gaze, his tone hesitant:
"Wife, where did you get all this stuff?"
The Shen family was destitute and couldn't even afford ordinary medicinal herbs, let alone these obviously imported ones.
Moreover, the labels on those bottles were printed in foreign languages, making them seem completely unlike locally produced products.
Faced with this series of questions, Su Qingzhi didn't even look up, and simply replied casually.
"It was brought back by my dad when he was working abroad many years ago, and I've never been willing to use it."
She paused, then added.
"They say it's a really good wound ointment that not only kills bacteria but also reduces inflammation. It's much more effective than the folk remedies from our hometown."
After hearing this explanation, Shen Cunpu did not pursue the matter further.
Instead, he quietly closed his eyes and let her continue.
He turned his head slightly, looking at Su Qingzhi who was focused on bandaging him, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Wife."
"Um?"
Upon hearing this, Su Qingzhi frowned slightly, a hint of doubt appearing in her eyes.
"I'm so lucky to have married you."
"Of course."
Su Qingzhi raised her chin and responded to his words without any modesty.
"You have good taste."
After carefully cleaning the wound, she gently applied the medicine and finally bandaged it properly.
A moment later, she stood up, straightened her clothes, and walked out of the house.
"Wait for me, I'll be right back."
The entire courtyard was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
There was no smoke rising from the chimney, nor any sound of activity from the stove.
No one prepared dinner, nor did anyone offer to make arrangements or urge anyone to hurry up.
They probably felt that now was not a good time to join in the fun.
Zhu Xiuqin and Shen Zhiyu should have already retreated to their rooms.
The sound of footsteps on the bluestone slabs rang out, and the two children immediately reacted, peeking their little heads out from behind the door.
Upon seeing that it was Su Qingzhi walking over...
The two couldn't help but quietly crane their necks.
"Sister-in-law."
They called out softly.
Are you hungry?
Su Qingzhi turned around and saw them peeking around, so she waved to them gently, signaling them to follow.
"Come with me."
Upon hearing this, the two children's expressions instantly turned to great joy.
He practically skipped out of the room and followed her into the kitchen.
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