"Did you have a change of heart and realize you treated me too badly the past two days?"
The woman's pleasant voice carried a strong hint of teasing.
Fu Jingchen heard this and his expression faltered slightly.
"No," he denied, his tone as indifferent as ever.
Rong Shang glanced at him and gave a meaningful "Oh".
The streets were deserted in the afternoon, with only one or two rickshaws occasionally seen on the streets and alleys.
At this moment, no one was present at the construction site next door, and a wooden stake was teetering on the ground atop a wooden building that was seven or eight meters high.
Rong Shang slightly raised her head to shield herself from the scorching sun, her deep, dark gaze slowly falling on the wooden stake above.
"It just so happens that I have some free time."
Perhaps fearing she might misunderstand, the man was now trying to explain (or conceal) something for himself.
Just as the cold voice finished speaking, a wooden stake on the building above suddenly creaked, as if it had broken.
With his delicate brows furrowed, Fu Jingchen looked up at the construction site next to him, and saw a broken wooden stake falling straight down on Rong Shang from high above.
"careful!"
His expression changed drastically, and Fu Jingchen quickly reached out and put his arm around Rong Shang's back, pushing her away.
Almost a second off, the wooden stake fell with a "crack," crashing down from above just as Rong Shang was pushed away by the man.
With a loud "bang," dust flew up from the ground.
Fu Jingchen was still shaken. He quickly put his arm around Rong Shang's shoulder and looked her up and down. "Are you alright?"
Are you hurt anywhere?
In times of crisis, it is easy to see whether one person truly cares for another.
And at that moment, he unknowingly gripped her shoulder so tightly it hurt.
Instead of being angry, Rong Shang smiled. As the man anxiously inquired about her again and again, she raised her head, her shimmering peach blossom eyes filled with a gentle smile.
"Fourth Master, are you worried about me?" She slightly curled the corners of her lips, her smile carrying a hint of teasing. "I'm fine, but your hand is hurting my shoulder."
"..." His expression froze, and Fu Jingchen quickly let go.
"Sorry." Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, the man quickly took a few steps back.
*
Although the wooden stake did not hit Rong Shang's body, it did hit her ankle as it fell. Fu Jingchen only found out about this later when he said he wanted to go back.
Fortunately, the injury was to the skin and flesh, not to the bones or muscles.
But my ankle was swollen and it hurt terribly.
Upon returning to the Fu family home, Fu Jingchen immediately instructed his servants to bring him medicinal wine.
At first, the maid applied the medicinal wine to Rong Shang while the man watched from the side. But after she cried out in pain once or twice, Fu Jingchen couldn't bear to watch any longer and took the things from the maid's hands.
"Get out!"
Anyone could see that the maid was pressing down hard when she was applying the medicinal wine to Rong Shang.
Fu Jingchen was somewhat annoyed, but Rong Shang was not, because she had already seen through the other party's ill intentions.
At that time, a group of servants were punished with ten strokes of the cane, and this maid glared at her fiercely when she came out.
With a faint smile on her lips, Rong Shang glanced down at Fu Jingchen as he half-squatted down. She noticed that his ankle, which had been slightly swollen just moments before, was now swollen considerably.
Tsk, women.
Raising her eyes, Rong Shang lazily glanced at the maid who had been chased away. Just then, the maid turned around, and their eyes met. She spat inwardly.
However, Fu Jingchen had his back to the maid and was focused on Rong Shang's ankle injury, so he didn't notice.
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