Chapter 1 Revenge Three months ago, I hadn't heard of him having stomach pains...
Qin Lingchuan has gone blind.
She wanted to get revenge on him, but she never intended to hurt him to this extent.
In a dark alley during a thunderstorm, a shop owner was surrounded and beaten by more than a dozen men in black, while a debt collector was chasing after him.
Xia Youzhen stood at the alley entrance, holding an umbrella, looking at his face, and couldn't help but recall her first impression of him.
This man was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. At first glance, he had a fair and gentle appearance, but his deep-set eyebrows and thin lips inexplicably exuded an air of arrogance and coldness. The combination of these two different qualities in one person made him even more mysterious and charming.
She later realized that she had misjudged him; Qin Lingchuan was cold-blooded, ruthless, and unscrupulous, not at all like the gentlemanly and noble young master he appeared to be.
At this moment, he was being punched hard, lying on the ground, one hand firmly protecting his stomach, like the rolled-up belly of a ferocious beast, which was his only weakness.
When did this young master, raised in the Black Castle, end up on the streets, being trampled on by those he could once easily trample on?
Where are all his men? Did they get lost because he went blind?
Unable to contain her impulse, Youzhen stepped forward, pushed through the crowd, and paid for him.
The man in black recognized her and retreated knowingly.
Amidst thunder and lightning, and with excruciating abdominal pain, Qin Lingchuan was too weak to care who had kindly taken him in as a homeless man. He was helped to a rooftop.
The man was tall and strong, with a muscular back and waist. He had initially approached her as a male model.
His black shirt was soaked by the rain, the collar wide open, clinging tightly to his body, which only accentuated his sexy muscles.
It took Youzhen quite a bit of effort to help him.
When they arrived at the newly rented house, Youzhen could see by the light that his shoulder was bleeding.
Shujuan Jun also had several small wounds on his face.
Qin Lingchuan heard footsteps and went into a room next door, then quickly came out again, followed by the sounds of bottles and jars clattering against metal.
Youzhen, familiar with the task, reached out to tear open his shirt, but Qin Lingchuan seized the opportunity and grabbed her.
Water was still dripping from his hair. Qin Lingchuan asked warily, "Who are you?"
The woman broke free of his hand and continued to tear the collar of her shirt up to her shoulder. She first stopped the bleeding, then cleaned the area around the wound, and finally stitched it up.
She didn't speak, and Qin Lingchuan didn't press her. His heart raced faster and faster with her every move.
His stitch-gathering technique was a true inheritance from Aunt Xia. When he was young, he often got injured while practicing martial arts, and Aunt Xia would sew up his stitches with great dexterity.
This unique skill is only passed down within the family.
When he first lost his sight, he didn't feel this disheartened or distressed. The doctor said it was temporary blindness caused by medication, and he was patient. But now, he doesn't want to wait even a second longer; he's eager to see what the person in front of him looks like.
Qin Lingchuan pressed her hand down again: "Where is this?"
Youzhen had no choice but to stop what she was doing, pick up her phone, type a few words, and then read them aloud:
It's safe here; they won't come looking for you. Stay here for now.
The emotionless human-machine voice echoed in the empty room, with a slight reverberation, as cold as her hands.
Qin Lingchuan: "Why aren't you saying anything?"
Human-machine interface: [My throat is damaged; I can't speak.]
Why did you save me?
He waited for a long time, but no sound came out.
It seems she doesn't want to answer questions, and she won't even type them out.
As Youzhen continued stitching, Qin Lingchuan suddenly turned his head, their breaths mingling, and whispered in her ear, "Are you from the Xia family?"
He was testing her, but Youzhen ignored him and forcefully pierced the last needle.
Qin Lingchuan grunted, but didn't take it to heart. He then relaxed his brows and said with a faint smile, "You're a lot like someone. If I do something to offend her, she'll definitely take revenge."
After a pause, Youzhen still asked through her phone: "Who is that person?"
Qin Lingchuan's smile deepened: "She is my lover."
Youzhen's phone almost slipped from her hand.
Neither of them spoke again. To be precise, Qin Lingchuan stopped asking questions. He slumped against the bed, one hand pressed tightly against his abdomen.
Youzhen also noticed something was wrong, and the human-machine voice sounded: [Where else does it hurt? Is your abdomen injured too?]
Qin Lingchuan slowly shook his head: "It's nothing. There are no other external injuries besides my shoulder. The abdominal pain is an old problem; it happens every time there's a thunderstorm."
Youzhen frowned; she hadn't heard of him having this problem three months ago.
Qin Lingchuan was somewhat disappointed when he heard that she hadn't taken any further action. She had been very interested in traditional Chinese medicine since she was in school and had taught herself a lot of knowledge.
Just by taking his pulse, I can tell why he has abdominal pain.
Youzhen lowered her gaze, her eyes lingering on his other hand hanging by his side.
When we used to hold hands, I remember his finger bones were beautiful, his palms were large and warm, and he liked to hold her whole hand tightly in his palm with a little force, which gave me a great sense of security.
It's rare for a man to have such smooth and delicate skin, but now, the fine scars resemble thorns on sea rocks, and the thick calluses on his palms seem to be the result of heavy labor.
Youzhen turned her gaze away without showing any emotion, packed up her medical kit, and went to the next room.
Qin Lingchuan had excellent hearing. As the thunder faded into the distance, the room fell into a deathly silence.
She woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night.
She dreamt of her aunt and sister again, of their tragic deaths, but the figures standing in pools of blood were blurry and indistinct.
A strange noise came from the living room, and Youzhen immediately threw off the covers and went outside.
A chair was knocked over, and upon hearing the door open, Qin Lingchuan turned around apologetically in that direction: "Sorry, did I wake you?"
A voice message came through the phone: "What are you doing? Why aren't the lights on?"
He immediately realized that he couldn't see, so what difference did it make whether the light was on or off? A wave of guilt washed over him.
Qin Lingchuan, however, didn't seem to care: "I want to go to the restroom."
She turned on the light and went over to help him, only to see that his arms and thighs were bruised from the impact.
Youzhen helped him carefully avoid the tables and chairs. When they reached the bathroom door, Qin Lingchuan turned to her and said, "Go back to sleep. I remember the way. You can go back by yourself later."
Youzhen didn't say anything, she just let go.
The rain has stopped, and there is beautiful moonlight outside the window.
Youzhen sat in the living room waiting, expecting him to come out soon, but she heard him gagging.
What's wrong with him? Did he eat something unclean on the street yesterday?
Youzhen was getting sleepy when Qin Lingchuan slowly came out and groped along the wall.
Youzhen immediately stood up to support him. Qin Lingchuan hadn't expected her to still be there. He paused, unable to suppress his impulse any longer, and reached out to pull her into his arms.
The sudden closeness, filled with his scent, almost made Youzhen gasp in surprise.
The coldness of the human-machine interface brought the atmosphere to a freezing point once again: "What are you doing?"
Qin Lingchuan tensed up, unsure of what to do with his hands: "Xiao Qi! Was that you?"
The moment she appeared, he had this feeling: lovers can recognize each other simply by being close.
She is Youzhen!
But he couldn't believe that Youzhen was still alive.
Not only that, she returned to his side, and now, holding her hand, he couldn't help but tremble slightly.
Her hands were small, but her fingers were long and slender. He had held them so many times before, he wouldn't mistake her for someone else.
However, he was unsure how Youzhen felt about him now, and dared not rashly acknowledge her.
Moreover, Youzhen never wears perfume; she yearns for nature and refuses to use artificial fragrances. Yet now, the woman beside her exudes a strong perfume scent.
You've mistaken me for someone else! Let go of me!
What should have been an emotionally charged statement was read by the human-machine interface as if it were a reluctant acceptance.
Qin Lingchuan wouldn't let go; instead, he pulled his waist even closer: "Why did you save me, but you won't acknowledge me? Are you still angry with me?"
In the last few words, Youzhen detected a hint of grievance. She laughed at herself inwardly, thinking, "How could that be?"
Qin Lingchuan explained helplessly, "Even if it weren't for me, someone else would have been involved in the Xia family's affairs. Mergers and acquisitions aren't necessarily a bad thing. What's truly useful is ensuring the Xia family's products are passed down once the brand has developed."
Youzhen sneered. Qin Lingchuan was taking advantage of the Xia family's misfortune by acquiring their assets at a low price, and he still had the nerve to act so self-righteous.
He approached her as a male model, but in reality, he was the head of the Qin family.
After manipulating people and taking everything from them, he can still put on such a affectionate act. She truly admires his shamelessness.
Youzhen pushed him away forcefully. Qin Lingchuan didn't expect her to use fighting skills at this time. Caught off guard, he hit his side on the corner of the table and almost fell to the ground.
Youzhen instinctively reached out to help him, but after glancing at his abdomen, she stopped in her tracks.
"Youzhen, you still have feelings for me, don't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't care about me and take care of me..."
He addressed me by my title; was he testing me?
Youzhen looked at him calmly. Since she was going to risk her life today, she must have made thorough preparations. She had even changed her background and experiences. How could he possibly reveal her real name after just a few words?
I already told you you'd mistaken me for someone else.
The room was so quiet that it felt like you could hear each other's heartbeats.
Qin Lingchuan took something out of his pocket and held it out into the air: "Don't overthink it, I just wanted to say thank you for saving me."
Youzhen looked down and saw a delicate necklace.
It was a gift from Qin Lingchuan for her birthday.
Later, however, the two had a complete falling out, and she threw the necklace back.
He actually remembered it and always carried it with him?
Cellphone: [I'm not after these material possessions.]
She didn't answer, and Qin Lingchuan's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air.
After a while, he fumbled for it and placed it on the table: "You've always had a bad temper. I know you're not after these things, but please accept them."
Youzhen looked at him, her fingers flying across the keyboard: [Please don't compare me to that Miss Youzhen, don't treat me as her substitute. Miss Youzhen wouldn't be happy if she knew. Once your eyes are healed, you'll naturally see who I am.]
As soon as the sound was uttered, Youzhen ran back to her room and locked the door.
The helplessness of being blind was magnified infinitely at this moment. He didn't know where she was or what expression she had on her face. He had so much to say, but in the end, it all boiled down to two words: "...I'm sorry."
Qin Lingchuan stood there, the world shrouded in darkness, and felt a pang of jealousy for himself three months ago—they had once loved each other so deeply.
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