Chapter 49 Wounded
"..."
His eyes blinked in the dim light, and Shen Jingsi, drawing the girl back, pressed his lips against the girl's soft, downy neck.
"Tell me who made our baby unhappy, and I'll teach them a lesson for you."
The more Lu Zhenyu listened to that voice, the more agitated she became. However, she was no match for the strength to fight back, so she struggled haphazardly and sat up.
Shen Jingsi stood there dumbfounded, staring at the angry eyes glaring at him from the darkness.
"Are your ears stuffed with donkey hair? I told you to get out, so get out now!"
Why... why are you suddenly so angry?
The monk, Shen Jingsi, was completely bewildered. After a long pause, he asked, "What's wrong with you?"
What happened?
She's just so annoyed by this man right now, he's annoying her in every way, inside and out!
"You're not leaving, are you?"
Seeing that no one was moving, Lu Zhenyu got up and walked outside.
This was truly a desperate move; Shen Jingsi turned around and chased after him.
"Lu Zhenyu, come back here!"
The third-floor corridor was deserted. Lu Zhenyu, who was running barefoot in a loose-fitting sundress, was caught by Shen Jingsi and carried back by the waist.
As soon as the door closed, she was pinned against it, her cold, soft feet pressing against her firm insteps.
Shen Jingsi was also a little angry, and his breathing became heavier. "Why are you angry? Can't you talk properly?"
She was very angry, and she did have a reason to find the source, but Lu Zhenyu didn't want to talk about it, and she didn't want to confront the emotions she had hidden away.
He turned his head away, his chest heaving violently.
When the man stopped talking, Shen Jingsi became a little confused, and his attitude visibly softened. "Don't want to talk to me?"
Still not speaking.
After staring at him for a while, he reached out and gently turned his puffed-up cheeks back, then lowered his head and gave him a light kiss. "Still don't want to talk to me?"
Lu Zhenyu pursed her lips tightly, and when she couldn't move her head, she turned her eyes away, ignoring you completely.
Her stubborn, huffy expression was so adorable that it made Shen Jingsi's heart itch, and he kissed her again.
This kiss, however, gave Lu Zhenyu an opening, and she bit down hard with her pearly teeth, which still tasted of toothpaste.
"hiss!"
After struggling for a long time, Shen Jingsi tasted blood in his mouth the moment his lips were pulled out, indicating that his mouth was broken inside.
He licked the wound with the tip of his tongue, and gave a bitter smile, expressing his helplessness at the thought of "What am I supposed to do with you?"
"Dogs bite?"
"Then get out of here. I don't want to dream about you tonight."
The girl turned her face away angrily, and Shen Jingsi tilted his head to follow her gaze.
The two heads swayed left and right, and just as Lu Zhenyu was about to curse, the man forcefully kissed her as soon as she opened her mouth.
The teeth and tongue were fighting inside, one trying to entangle the other and the other trying to push it away, having a great time.
Only when he sensed that the girl was tired did Shen Jingsi step back, cup her face in his hands, and gently part his swollen lips, "So you're angry with me, aren't you?"
Lu Zhenyu's main point is that if I'm angry, I won't say it. Shen Jingsi is also patient, and the gentleness in his eyes penetrates the darkness, landing on his indignant face.
He actually liked seeing her puffed-up face; it was especially endearing, given her slightly chubby cheeks.
But he couldn't bear to let her spend the night with gas in her stomach.
"Why is that? Tell me."
Lu Zhenyu closed her eyes helplessly. "I don't want to see you, and I don't want to talk to you."
"So you're still angry with me? When and what happened? Was it around dinner time tonight?"
The man didn't speak, so he continued, "Didn't I peel shrimp for you?"
"That snowman by the door?"
"Are you sitting too close to Duan Xi'er?"
Lu Zhenyu suddenly said, "You won all ninety-eight and fifty cents of my money."
Shen Jingsi was taken aback.
I thought about Duan Xier, I thought about Zheng Yaozong, I thought about the snowman that my own mother moved to the door without my consent, but I never thought it would cost 98 yuan and 50 cents.
The girl's expression was particularly serious, and laughing at this moment would obviously be inappropriate, but Shen Jingsi really couldn't help it.
How can she be so cute?
"It's just about ninety-eight yuan?"
that is?
In his opinion, this is a very small matter, right?
See? She knew it.
Lu Zhenyu turned her head away, determined not to say another word no matter what the man said next.
Just thinking about how I painstakingly saved up 100 yuan by playing mahjong all night with my own two hands...
He attacked everything without thinking, his chest pounding with resentment, and tears inexplicably welled up in his eyes.
A drop or two landed on the arm in front of the collarbone. Shen Jingsi paused for a moment, then bent down to get a closer look at the person.
"You cried? You really cried?"
Lu Zhenyu was really annoyed with this person. She suppressed a sob and said, "Can you please disappear from my sight right now? I told you I don't want to see you."
After saying that, he crawled out from under his arm, opened the door, and kicked the man out.
She locked the door, ran back to bed, wiped away her tears and snot, and stayed inside, refusing to come out.
I was in a daze and didn't remember when I fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again, it was already broad daylight.
After washing her face, she looked at her two puffy eyes in the mirror, sighed helplessly, went back to her bedroom, poured out two pills and swallowed them.
Now Lu Zhenyu understands: when you really hate someone, you don't want to dream about them at all.
The Shen family was unusually lively today, probably because the Duan family had sent people over in the afternoon.
When Lu Zhenyu came downstairs, the servants were running around busily.
Duan Xi'er was directing her subordinates to hang the paintings in front of the display case, occasionally taking a few steps back.
Just then, a maid came by carrying freshly brewed tea. The two people, coming from different directions, bumped into each other.
"Ah!" Duan Xi'er screamed as hot water splashed on her arm.
The servants swarmed around her, asking, "Young Madam, are you alright?"
"Oh dear, it's all red from the heat! Quickly, call for Madam."
Upon receiving the news, Shen's mother rushed out of the kitchen, as if the hot water had been poured over her heart. She hurriedly pulled Duan Xi'er into the kitchen to rinse her with water and cool her down.
As the crowd gradually dispersed, Xiaomeng, who had gone downstairs to look for someone, saw Lu Zhenyu standing alone at the bottom of the stairs.
Just as she was about to drape the shawl over the other person's shoulders, her gaze swept over Lu Zhenyu's hand hanging by her side.
The still-steaming tea flowed down his sleeve, finally passing through his fingertips and hitting the floor.
Her already soft and delicate fair skin quickly turned bright red.
This is only what's visible to the naked eye; it's unimaginable what's underneath the sleeves still soaked in hot water.
"Young Madam, what happened to your hand?"
Xiao Meng, in her haste, raised her voice a little, attracting the attention of several servants nearby. They glanced at the arm that had been lifted up, then walked away as if nothing had happened.
Lu Zhenyu remained calm, as if she had no sense of pain, and withdrew her hand. "It's nothing, just warm it up with some cool water."
Just now, the servant's tray had a large teapot and teacups on it.
Duan Xi'er, who was backing away, suddenly bumped into something, and the water in the teacup spilled onto her arm. The teapot on the other side was also splashed onto Lu Zhenyu, who was half a meter away.
Lu Zhenyu didn't take it seriously, but Xiaomeng couldn't just sit idly by.
While she was cooling off with the cold water, he inquired about going to the small building.
"Doctor, my young mistress has been scalded by hot water. Could you please prescribe some burn ointment?"
The male doctor, who looked to be around sixty, adjusted his glasses and glanced at another servant who had just picked up the medicine and walked to the door.
"It just so happens that there's only one box left. She also said she was picking up medicine for the young mistress. Did you two bump into each other?"
Before Xiaomeng could speak, the person at the door sneered, "Dr. Zhang, you're wrong. This medicine is for the young mistress of the Shen family. She serves the young mistress of the Zheng family."
Dr. Zhang: "..."
Xiao Meng frowned and turned around, "Our young mistress also has the surname Shen, so how come she's not a member of the Shen family?"
The maid looked down at Xiaomeng with her single-lidded eyes, a hint of disdain in her pursed lips.
"The Shen family? I doubt it. This Madam Zheng, besides eating and using the Shen family's food since childhood, eventually used the Shen family to make enemies. Have she made any other contributions to the Shen family?"
Xiao Meng was speechless, her brows furrowed as she stared blankly. She took a few steps over and said, "Sister, although we each serve our own masters, we are just servants who get paid to do our jobs. It's not our place to comment on our masters' affairs."
The maid glanced at her from head to toe, then rolled her eyes back to the sky. "Then let's each rely on our own abilities. Anyway, I brought this medicine to Young Madam Shen as instructed by Madam. If you're so capable, go ask Madam for it."
After saying that, the person turned around, swayed their hips, and walked away arrogantly.
Xiao Meng, who remained where she was, was so angry that the veins on both sides of her forehead bulged.
Who exactly are the people in the Shen family?!
She noticed this as soon as she arrived yesterday: these people either hated the Zheng family or looked down on Lu Zhenyu, and they would secretly belittle her whenever they had the chance.
She could almost recite those idle gossips by heart after just one night of listening to them.
Seeing how devoted the young woman was to her master, the elderly Dr. Li quietly reminded her, "There's a clinic a kilometer east of the Shen residence; you can buy medicine there too."
That's all we can do.
Xiaomeng nodded, "Then I'll go take a look. It's not far to the left or right."
Doctor, "You can have the Shen family's butler send someone to buy it. They wouldn't dare delay their master's business."
"Forget it." Xiaomeng shook her head. "Our young mistress is badly injured. If they reluctantly buy it back, there's no need to keep the arm."
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