Wen Yanxi was slightly stunned. It turned out that her worries were unnecessary.
She shrugged and hummed, "Of course I know. We have an ironclad friendship."
"That's right. My goal is to inherit the family business and then live a happy life every day." Mu Yanchen said with a smile.
His eyes were fixed on Wen Yanxi's back. For a moment, his chest ached, as if something huge was pressing on him, as if he was deprived of his breath.
Mu Yanchen controlled his emotions, his charming eyes regaining their usual casualness and uninhibitedness. "I've changed. I want to sleep now. My whole body aches."
Wen Yanxi turned around and looked back, seeing him leaning lazily on the pillow. His forehead was scraped and red blood remained at the corner of his lips. He looked as enchanting and dazzling as a red spider lily heading to hell.
He had a large piece of gauze wrapped around his head, but with his handsome face, he didn't look down and out. Instead, he had a touch of violent aesthetics.
Wen Yanxi nodded, "Then you should have a good rest. I will come to change the medicine for you tomorrow."
She walked over, opened the door, and after walking out, she did not return to the room, but went downstairs and drove out of the villa.
Wen Yanxi went all the way to the place she was most familiar with, Qi Sihan's villa.
It was late at night, and the lights on the second floor were still on.
Wen Yanxi took out a bottle of anti-inflammatory and analgesic medicine from her bag, then got out of the car and walked to the door. She hesitated whether to knock on the door.
Qi Sihan took three stab wounds for her and even went against his family. This love made her feel uneasy.
"Ma'am, are you back?"
A voice came.
Wen Yanxi raised her eyes and saw Aunt Qing walking out of the door.
She casually put the medicine bottle in the mailbox at the door of the villa, then turned and left.
"Madam, is that you? Madam!"
Aunt Qing chased out, only to see the back of the car leaving. She muttered softly, "Is that the Madam? Why did you leave without saying hello?"
She turned around and saw the medicine on the mailbox, so she took it back to the house.
Qi Sihan was reading documents in the study. His injured arm was aching slightly. He frowned impatiently, "Get me some painkillers."
Zhou Quan, standing nearby, noticed the chilly atmosphere and became cautious in everything he did. "Master, you've taken three painkillers today. You can't take too much of this medicine."
Eating too much is harmful to the body. Besides, the young master doesn't care about the wound and doesn't control his diet. It would be strange if the wound could heal.
"Stop talking nonsense. I told you to take it, so just go ahead." Qi Sihan snorted coldly. His powerful aura made the air around them tense.
There was a knock on the door, and Aunt Qing came in with a medicine bottle and put it on the desk. "Master, this seems to be sent by the Madam."
Qi Sihan's gloomy eyes suddenly brightened up, "Where is she?"
"Madam put down the medicine and left." Aunt Qing said.
Qi Sihan asked, "Did she say anything?"
"No." Aunt Qing said truthfully.
Zhou Quan glanced at the medicine bottle and quickly said, "This is a prescription medicine from the hospital, for pain relief and anti-inflammation. Madam must be concerned about the young master's injury, so she is still reluctant to give it away."
Qi Sihan's stern face suddenly brightened up. Looking at the medicine in his hand, his chest instantly felt a lot more comfortable.
Just drop the medicine and leave?
Is she rescuing stray kittens and puppies?
Qi Sihan opened the medicine bottle, took out two pills, and swallowed them with water.
On the other side, in the private room of the underground club.
Mu Yanming drank heavily and was in a bad mood.
He was just scolded by Mu Yi in the hospital, telling him not to treat Mu Yanchen differently just because he was not his biological brother.
The image he had built up in his father's mind was destroyed by Wen Yanxi.
"What's wrong with you? You can't even handle a mere Mu Yanchen?" The man who was speaking was wearing a scorpion-shaped leather bracelet and holding a cigarette in his hand, and questioned with a cold look in his eyes.
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