Chapter 33
Two hours had passed since she returned to Wenming Cuiyuan from Huaiyuan. She rubbed her brows. All the things that happened today were piled up together, causing her head to hurt.
After my grandfather found out that my third uncle was reported by Mu Niang, he was silent for a while, scolded my third uncle and said he deserved it, but finally he couldn't bear it and sent people to Changming Street to look for him.
Fortunately, her grandfather said that she didn't need to worry about her third uncle's matter and he could handle it. Jiang Zhaoli was happy and at ease.
Although Third Uncle was not my grandfather's biological son, my grandfather treated him no differently than his own son. Now that his son had made a mistake, it was the father who should be in charge and punish him. As a junior, she couldn't have a say, so it was most appropriate for her grandfather to handle it.
After putting her worries to rest, she just sat down and poured herself a glass of water. Before she brought it to her lips, she suddenly remembered the scene where Yin Su took the knife for her. The shocking knife edge lingered in her mind. Jiang Zhaoli's eyes sank slightly and she clenched the cup.
There was something she felt could not be delayed any longer and it was time to deal with it.
She wanted to ignore it and give her more time to live, but someone just didn't appreciate it and came out to disgust her from time to time, as if she really thought she wouldn't lose her temper.
She immediately ordered Madam Hong to take two strong servants to lock up Wen Qiu Shui and Wang Tie Zhu. They were to be given three meals a day as usual, but no one could let them out without her order, and no one was allowed to visit them.
Since Yin Su was injured, the two of them slept in separate courtyards. Yin Su went back to Fengchun Hall to recuperate. In the past ten days, they met no more than three times.
Every time he spoke, his words were conveyed through the servants.
Jiang Zhaoli seldom visited him, and he only learned about his situation from the servants.
Ever since the relationship broke, Jiang Zhaoli no longer treated Yin Su the same way as before. Whenever she saw him, she would remember the time when she expressed her feelings to him but was rejected. Over time, she wanted to avoid him.
At this time, the servant ran out of Fengchun Hall in a panic and passed by the gate of Wenmingcuiyuan. His forehead was covered with sweat and he held a bloody white cloth in his hand.
Jiang Zhaoli was startled and shouted, "Stop." She stood up and walked over, looking the boy up and down, but saw nothing unusual. She asked, "Why are you running?"
The servant knelt on the ground with a plop, his hands pressed against the ground, his head bowed very low, holding the cloth in his hands, not daring to let it touch the ground, and answered tremblingly: "Second Miss, it's the wound of the son-in-law that is bleeding again. Let me get a new piece of cloth."
What does that mean? Does it mean that Yin Su's wound is bleeding frequently? Jiang Zhaoli looked at the strip of cloth and asked, "Go ahead and take the strip of cloth. What are you going to do with this?"
If someone else saw such a large pool of blood, they would mistakenly think something had happened.
The servant lowered his brows and glanced at it: "Yes...it was the son-in-law who asked me to throw this away."
Jiang Zhaoli hummed, then frowned and asked, "Why are you shaking?"
The servant was about to cry when she asked him, "I... I saw the wound on your back. It was the first time I saw such a big knife wound. I was frightened for a moment. I beg you to spare my life, Miss."
Jiang Zhaoli waved his hand. Yin Su's wound was indeed scary. Thinking of this, he stopped asking him: "Go get the cloth strips."
Jiang Zhaoli glanced sideways at Feng Chuntang and hesitated for a moment. For a moment, she seemed to hear Yin Su's muffled groan.
Fearing that something might happen to him, she didn't care about anything else and pushed the door open and walked into Fengchun Hall.
"Yin Su...you..."
At first glance, one could see Yin Su, lying on the couch with his upper body naked. He had strong and muscular body, fair skin, and black hair that hung naturally on both sides as his limbs moved.
The two-inch long knife wound was exposed in front of her, bloody, like a cliff that suddenly appeared on the vast grassland, as if it had been ruthlessly torn apart, and even a bloody gap could be seen in the middle.
Jiang Zhaoli didn’t know whether he was shocked by the scene or scared by it, but his heart suddenly tightened, as if he was pricked by a needle and it hurt.
There was no trace of blood on Yin Su's lips. He tilted his head to look at her, raised his eyelids slightly, pulled his lower lip, and said weakly, "Why is Madam Jiang here?"
After saying this, he struggled to get up.
Jiang Zhaoli called out, "Yin Su."
Yin Su paused.
Jiang Zhaoli approached: "Don't move, your wound is bleeding."
Jiang Zhaoli poured him a glass of water and handed it to him: "Drink some, your lips are cracked."
Yin Su lowered his eyebrows, glanced at himself, and shook his head weakly.
Jiang Zhaoli was silent for a moment, then handed the cup to his lips: "Drink."
The cold touch against the corner of his lips stirred ripples in his heart. Yin Su frowned, raised his neck slightly, and took a few sips.
Jiang Zhaoli placed the cups on the table, then immediately picked up the towel on the rack and wiped the water stains from the corners of his lips, his movements moving smoothly.
Yin Su was startled, staring blankly. She was wiping carefully with her brows lowered, her delicate hands waving in front of his eyes, her delicate eyes staring straight at the corners of his lips. Yin Su's Adam's apple couldn't help but roll, and the tenderness in his eyes was about to overflow, as if to wrap her up completely.
Jiang Zhaoli took back the towel, soaked it in water, and wrung it dry.
"I'll rub your back for you. If it hurts, remember to tell me."
Yin Su hummed, and stared at the wall in front of him.
Jiang Zhaoli touched the edge of his wound with a slight tremor, and wiped the blood that overflowed around it bit by bit. Every time she moved, she raised her arm slightly, for fear of being too heavy-handed.
Just after wiping it clean, blood began to flow out again. Jiang Zhaoli was startled and hurriedly blocked it with a towel: "Where is the medicine? Why haven't you brought the cloth strip yet?" She herself didn't realize that her tone was anxious.
Yin Su smiled faintly: "Thank you, Madam Jiang. I have sent a servant to get the cloth strips. The medicine is on the table."
Jiang Zhaoli had just taken the medicine bottle in his palm when the servant came back in a hurry with a brand new cloth strip in his hand. Seeing Jiang Zhaoli was there, he bowed and stepped aside.
Jiang Zhaoli rubbed the surface of the medicine bottles for a while, and finally put the two medicine bottles back on the table, and ordered the servant: "Come and apply medicine to my son-in-law."
The servant was stunned for a moment, then hurried forward and said, "Yes."
It was not known whether it was because the servant had not hit him hard enough, or because his bleeding wound had split open again, but under the influence of the drugs, Yin Su had a frown on his face and could hear gasping sounds from time to time.
Jiang Zhaoli naturally took the bandage that the servant was about to use and said, "Let me do it. You go down."
The servant heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been released from prison: "Yes."
Jiang Zhaoli's mind raced as to how he was going to bandage his wound later, and he made a rough idea in his mind: "You might want to sit up, so that it will be easier for me to bandage him."
Yin Su raised his arm with difficulty, and his head dropped back onto the couch: "My wound hurts, and I have no strength."
Jiang Zhaoli hesitated and said, "Then bear with it. I'm afraid I might touch your wound. If I do, remember to tell me."
The strip of cloth has to be wrapped around his body front and back to have a fixed point for tying.
Yin Su nodded, his lips slightly raised: "Then I'll have to trouble Madam Jiang."
Jiang Zhaoli unfolded the cloth strip, gently covered the wound, and then began to wrap it with one side of the cloth strip.
Yin Su was pressed on the couch, and Jiang Zhaoli had no way to pass under him. She took a breath and patiently asked, "Why don't you lift yourself up?"
Yin Su said dejectedly: "I can't lift it up. The wound hurts when I exert force."
Jiang Zhaoli closed his eyes resignedly, supported himself with one hand, leaned forward slightly, and with the other hand passed the cloth strip handed to him from under his body. After going around it twice, it was wrapped around his shoulders diagonally. This inevitably touched his skin, but both of them chose to remain silent tacitly.
After the whole process, Jiang Zhaoli felt sweating all over and his mouth was dry.
Just as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw Yin Su's face resting on the back of his hands, looking at her with his head tilted.
Jiang Zhaoli coughed and said, "Your knife wound has been there for more than ten days, and the wound has not healed yet. Is it because the medicine is not working well?"
Yin Su thought for a moment and replied, "There's nothing wrong with the medicine, maybe the person is not right."
Jiang Zhaoli was surprised: "What?"
Yin Su's eyes flickered: "Well, nothing."
Yin Su chuckled: "Madam Jiang seems to be always busy these days." He emphasized the word "always".
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoli felt inexplicably guilty, but nodded as if nothing had happened: "Yes, a little bit. You know, Third Uncle got into trouble. Although I didn't intervene, I have to listen to Grandfather's orders every day these days."
Yin Su said, "Is Madam Jiang avoiding me?"
After hearing what he said, Jiang Zhaoli stood up suddenly and said, "How is that possible?" If you want to hide, you should hide from me.
Yin Su laughed softly: "Okay, if Madam Jiang says it's not, then it's not."
After that, he brought up the day she expressed her feelings to him: "I want to apologize to Madam Jiang. I was too harsh on her the other day."
When it was mentioned again, Jiang Zhaoli's heart tightened, but he pretended to be generous and waved his hands: "It's okay, I don't take it to heart. You can see how I have been these days. I didn't cry or make a fuss, and I didn't do anything extreme. I have always been able to let go of things."
"I will let it go when I say so. You can rest assured."
Yin Su stared at her closely and repeated one of the sentences: "Can you take it up and put it down? Can you put it down just like that?"
He laughed at himself: "That's not a nice thing to say."
At least for him.
He had noticed her alienation and indifference over the past few days. For some reason, he felt an empty feeling in his heart, as if he had lost something. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.
Jiang Zhaoli said nothing: "I'm going to check on Uncle San's condition. You take care of yourself first. I'll come back to see you another day."
Yin Su closed his eyes, stopped talking, and turned his head towards the wall.
As soon as Jiang Zhaoli turned to leave, Yin Su's head turned around instantly, his deep eyes fixed on the direction she left, with emotions that were about to burst out in his eyes.
I’m sorry, Mrs. Jiang.
"She is the second Miss Jiang?" Ruo Huai sat down at the table at some point, holding up the cup, and spoke softly.
Yin Su stood up quickly, and when he saw the person coming, his calm eyes suddenly turned gloomy: "What are you doing here?"
Ruo Huai poured himself a cup of tea, put it to his lips, and said with a smile: "If I hadn't come, I wouldn't have known that you were so shameless, pestering other girls to take advantage of you."
He touched his chin, thinking: "It's not that you can't lift your arm. I don't think you're okay."
"After listening to Zou Yuan's description, I always thought that the girl was attracted by your outstanding appearance and was devoted to you and refused to let you go. Now it seems that the opposite is true."
He sighed, "She's a good girl with personality, but it's a pity that you fell in love with her. She'll die sooner or later."
Yin Su said coldly: "I said, if you dare to touch her, I will not forgive you."
Ruo Huai paused: "If I don't kill her, won't she die?"
"Have you forgotten who your master is? Who took you in and kept you away from the madness, taught you martial arts, taught you to read, and taught you about human relationships? Don't tell me you've forgotten everything. If your master knew that the person she had carefully taught was now obsessed with a woman, do you think Miss Jiang would be safe?"
"You know the master's methods. There is nothing she can't do, even if you are in a foreign country."
Yin Su glanced at him calmly, and said indifferently, "Okay, let's give it a try. I want to see how capable she is."
"I have killed too many people for her and done too many evil things. I no longer owe her anything."
Ruo Huai snorted coldly, put the cup on the table with a bang, and said angrily: "Is this the first day you know the word "sin"? You have long been unable to wash away the sins on your body, but the world hates people with deep sins the most. No matter whether they are good or bad, once they are stained with the word "murder", they have committed the word "sin". If you don't believe it, you can ask the girl just now. For a person with countless blood on his hands, ask her if she can accept it?"
Ruo Huai said calmly: "I just came to remind you that your mission has not been completed yet. I will temporarily help you suppress the matter of Miss Jiang Er. You should think about it carefully in the next few days. Even if it is not for yourself, you should also think about the girl."
"You must find a way to attend the Flower Banquet in Los Angeles in a few days. I will try to sneak in then. Remember to cooperate with me."
"Then I can also plead for you in front of the master."
He did not report to the higher authorities that City Lord Luo had sent him the invitation, and he did not even tell Zou Yuan.
Yin Su responded nonchalantly: "Okay."
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