"Yes." Ahan looked obedient and compliant.
Mr. Shu was particularly pleased with his appearance and patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Remember not to let Miss get close to any men. Report any unusual behavior to me immediately. I will have someone come and treat your wounds later."
"Yes, thank you, sir." Ahan said in a cold voice, his words of thanks sounding like those of an emotionless robot, coldly reading out a single line.
Mr. Shu was used to this behavior, so he never bothered by it. If he were to fuss over such trivial matters, he would have far too many things to worry about.
Ahan watched Mr. Shu leave his room, a slight smile playing on his lips. Before he smashed the ornament over his head, he had received a message that Mr. Shu was in his room at the time.
If he had returned to his room unharmed, the man would have inevitably had some doubts and questions, but it would have been different if he had returned injured.
But... Ah Han glanced at her wound in the mirror. What should she say if Wan Ge saw it?
Ahan sighed deeply. Wouldn't she be unhappy? But there was no other way; this was the only way to dispel Mr. Shu's suspicions. It seemed she would have to avoid appearing in front of her for the next few days.
…
However, not long after Wan Ge woke up, she noticed something was wrong.
Looking at the person who seemed to be avoiding her, Wan Ge felt a little strange. Before, the other person's hair was always neatly combed, just like everyone else's. If it weren't for his handsome face, this hairstyle would have made him look at least ten years older.
But now it's different. His bangs are a bit messy, combed down. His hair no longer has that meticulous look; it's like he just washed and dried it, or like he just woke up, instantly making him look much younger. At first glance, he looks just like a teenager who has just come of age.
Wan Ge walked closer to him, reaching out to brush his hair aside, but before she could touch him, A Han grabbed her wrist, a teasing look on his face: "What are you doing, Miss?"
"When did you get injured?" Wan Ge didn't continue touching his forehead, but asked this question directly.
Realizing she couldn't hide it any longer, Ahan answered directly: "Last night."
"When you opened it from my room?" Wan Ge said, still unable to help but lower her voice.
Ahan gave a soft "hmm".
"Why? Are you afraid my father will find out something?" Wan Ge knew he wasn't someone who would easily let himself get hurt, and after thinking it over, it seemed that this was the only reason.
Ahan nodded again, acknowledging that the truth could not be hidden.
Wan Ge took a deep breath and couldn't resist brushing his bangs aside. The wound had been treated, but probably to avoid her noticing anything amiss, it hadn't been clearly bandaged.
Wan Ge glared at him and said, "You can be so ruthless to yourself. If you're disfigured, I won't want you anymore."
"You dare!" Ahan pulled the person into her arms and warned in a low voice.
…
Wan Ge's expression suddenly turned serious, and she whispered in his ear, "Ahan, out of a sense of morality, I won't help you find evidence, but this might be useful to you."
Wan Ge took out a piece of paper with some rather unusual numbers on it.
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