Chapter 232 Does it still hurt?
The wound had not yet healed; the hole from which the bullet had passed was still tinged with red.
It's especially noticeable after being rinsed with hot water.
Momo stared at it, recalling the scene from that time once again.
That breathtaking scene, one that I couldn't forget even after I got back.
She couldn't even imagine how deep the bullet had penetrated.
If the position had been just a little bit off... or if my actions to stop them hadn't been so forceful.
She didn't even have the courage to imagine what the consequences would be.
Momo looked at it and unconsciously reached out and covered it.
The moment the cool, smooth fingertips touched that chest, Fu Yungui suddenly stiffened. He immediately grabbed the towel he was using to dry his hair and looked down.
"Does it still hurt?"
Momo gently touched the edge of the wound, then looked up at him.
The girl's fingertips, which were touching her chest, trembled slightly as she was suddenly drawn into the man's burning gaze.
The man chuckled, reached out and grabbed her finger, deliberately saying, "It hurts..."
After he finished speaking, the kitten's eyes suddenly darkened.
Immediately, her little face was filled with guilt, and she lowered her eyes.
Her thick eyelashes trembled, as if she were about to shed tears again.
"What are you doing, Huang Momo?"
Fu Yungui frowned upon seeing this, and instantly regretted the joke he had just made.
It wasn't exactly a joke; it was a fact. After all, the wound hadn't fully healed, and since he didn't seem to care much, he showered frequently, keeping the wound constantly wet, so the pain was still there.
However, it's not that exaggerated.
But the kitten took it seriously.
Thinking about it, the man bent down slightly to look at her. "I was just kidding. It doesn't hurt anymore."
The man spoke in a languid tone, and as he spoke, he couldn't help but reach out and pinch her cheek.
"Besides, what's a little injury to a man?"
He didn't take it seriously at all.
He has had injuries far more serious than this.
What does it matter if the bullet didn't hit the heart?
At that time, what I felt most distressed about was my heart.
Seeing that she was determined to leave his side, and even looked at him with disgust, the feeling of being torn apart was even more profound than the pain of a bloody wound.
But now it seems that being able to win her heart with just one bullet, and even seeing her genuine concern, makes the injury all the more worthwhile.
Momo stared at him blankly, without saying a word.
Fu Yungui looked at him and immediately pulled him into his arms.
"It's all in the past, don't dwell on it, and don't feel guilty."
That's what he deserved, and he doesn't regret it.
Leaning against his warm chest, Momo reached out and hugged his waist for the first time, then nodded blankly.
The firm, muscular lines made its hardness and warmth even more apparent when pressed against the skin. The steam from the bathroom hadn't completely dissipated, and a faint scent of shower gel lingered around the girl's nose.
“Fu Yungui…”
She called out softly.
"Hmm," the man responded, then waited for her to continue.
"Thank you."
"What are you thanking me for?" the man raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance.
"Thank you for risking your life to save me and my mom."
"Thank you for letting Anu go back with Mom."
The girl's voice was soft as she spoke against his chest, her chest muscles trembling with each breath.
Fu Yungui's breathing became slightly heavy. He then released the person in his arms, sat on the bed, looked at her, and curled his lips into a teasing tone, "Huang Momo, is that all you're going to say, just these two 'thank yous'?"
"Does it have to be so perfunctory?"
The man was clearly dissatisfied with her expression of gratitude.
Touch your upper lip to your lower lip, say thank you, and you've got your business done without any effort.
They saved two lives, and they acted like they were dealing with stray dogs on the street.
Fu Yungui leaned back, propped himself up on the bed, and looked at her lazily.
"Do you mean that from childhood to adulthood, whenever someone helps you, all you do is say thank you and that's it?"
Momo stood there for a moment, then frowned.
"Of course not." The girl didn't understand what the man meant, or rather, the obvious intention in his eyes.
“When I was in school, if my friends or classmates helped me, I would buy them some gifts or treat them to something delicious.”
How can simply saying thank you be enough? Regardless of how much money it costs, you must at least show genuine sincerity so that people feel your gratitude is heartfelt.
As Momo thought this, she couldn't help but look up at the man on the bed, her eyes sparkling, with obvious hesitation and unease in them.
But Fu Yungui wasn't one of her classmates or friends, so he wouldn't deign to receive those small gifts, much less try to appease her with a good meal.
After all, he's so rich, he doesn't care about anything.
However, just in case, she asked directly.
"Then, what do you want?"
The girl's voice was timid, "You can speak first, but I don't have any money right now..."
"If you want anything, I have to wait for my mom to come back."
She has a sum of money saved with her mother; it's all the New Year's money she's received since she was a child, and it's estimated to be around 100,000 yuan.
She felt that even if Fu Yungui wanted to buy something expensive, it should be enough. If not, she could borrow some more from her mother.
After all, he had done them a favor this time, and Mom would definitely support him.
As Momo was thinking this, her gaze suddenly fell on the man's neck.
I was so focused on the wound that I didn't even look at anything else.
A thin silver necklace hung above. Momo's gaze followed the chain down, and when she saw the pendant below, she was momentarily dazed.
Upon seeing clearly, the girl froze slightly.
It was the silver ring she had thrown away in front of him before.
It was also the worthless ring that the man had been searching for for a long time in the heavy rain.
He actually wore it around his neck.
Do you like this ring that much?
She remembered that when she bought it in Bangsalai, it wasn't worth much, and he paid for it himself, but later he insisted that she go back and pay him back.
Did he use a ring as a necklace, or did he not have any other necklaces?
If there really isn't one, then she could give him a better one.
"This ring of yours?" Momo pursed her lips and asked, "Why are you using it as a necklace?"
The man, whose gaze had been fixed on the girl's face, now followed her gaze downwards.
Upon seeing the ring pressed against his chest, he couldn't help but reach out and lift it up.
I've been out of the bathroom for so long, and she's finally seen me.
Fu Yungui smiled; it seemed it was time to return the ring to its owner.
As the man lowered his eyes, just as he was about to reach out and remove the thing from his neck, he heard a soft, gentle voice from above.
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