Liu Ming's confident demeanor vanished instantly, and a look of panic suddenly appeared on his face.
Liu Qin knew him well enough to understand immediately. She bowed and apologized.
"I'm sorry, it seems that my brother did indeed do this. I will not do that job again, and please do not hold my brother responsible."
Qi Ying didn't want to let the two go, but Ma Cungen breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Alright, let's just leave it at that."
The two left decisively. Qi Ying wanted to say something, but Ma Cungen stopped her.
He chuckled and said, "One should be lenient when one can."
Qi Ying recalled the panic and distress of the past few days and suddenly thought of Wen Jiaojiao. She muttered to herself:
"Brother Gen, I think I've done something wrong too."
Ma Cungen led her by the hand as they left the restaurant, saying:
"What's wrong?"
"Because of jealousy, he always picks on someone."
In fact, recently, Qi Ying has seen Wen Jiaojiao's life becoming increasingly smooth thanks to the Jiang family, and her jealousy has surged. But it is under these circumstances that she misses Ma Cungen even more.
Because Wen Jiaojiao has someone protecting her, and she's no less capable; Ma Cungen is good-looking, knows her well, and has remained devoted to her for many years.
Even though they had been living apart for years, he hadn't changed his mind about finding another woman, and in this respect, she firmly believed that Wen Jiaojiao's woman was definitely not as good as him.
So naturally, my contact with Ma Cungen has become increasingly close recently.
“You’re still young, so you have to correct your mistakes, but I believe you’re not a bad person at heart.”
The reason Ma Cungen didn't ask Qi Ying what was wrong was because he firmly believed that a girl who hadn't broken off their engagement when he was down on his luck couldn't possibly have done something truly heinous.
However, life's direction is unpredictable, and sometimes it's not uncommon to go astray.
Although Qi Ying might do some malicious things when she's not thinking clearly, she's still just a young girl. She said with slightly delayed glances:
"So, in order for us both to make mistakes tonight, after I go back and finish filming those few days, I'll stay in Yuncheng and keep an eye on each other."
Ma Cungen chuckled and said:
"You're afraid you'll feel embarrassed when you see that person, aren't you?"
Qi Ying shrugged and said:
"Alright, alright, I guess you've figured it out. But she's been kidnapped. However, given how much my uncle cares about her, he'll definitely be willing to ransom her."
In the evening, after all the activities had ended.
Wen Jiaojiao glared angrily at the man beside her; she wished she could abandon her home and run away.
It's been three days, a full three days. Do you know how I've spent these three days?
Wen Zhaoye leaned against the headboard, one arm around the person in his arms, the other hand holding a cigarette to his lips. He looked at her with a wild and satisfied expression and said:
"Looks like you're not convinced, then let's go again."
The blanket was draped over their shoulders, revealing their necks covered in suggestive patterns.
Wen Jiaojiao averted her gaze in alarm and shrank back into the covers.
"How could I dare to disagree?"
Wen Zhaoye stubbed out his cigarette, wisps of smoke escaping from his lips, blurring his deep, handsome eyes. He turned and pulled the other into his arms again, saying with satisfaction:
"That's good, otherwise I would have thought I hadn't served you well again."
I hate myself for being so soft-hearted, and now I'm suffering physically.
Wen Jiaojiao pursed her lips and said:
"I'm really in a bit of pain. I'll try to get some peace and quiet for the next few days."
Wen Zhaoye grabbed some clothes from the side and put them on. He then lifted a corner of the blanket and said:
"I'll go buy you some medicine right now."
Wen Jiaojiao didn't refuse this time, mainly because it really hurt like hotcakes.
Wen Zhaoye stepped out of the room and happened to see Li Zhu sitting in the car, looking around. He walked up to him and said:
"What's wrong?"
Since Wen Zhaoye arrived, Li Zhu has been assigned to be Jiang Peitian's assistant. He reported:
"President Wang has invited you to a cocktail party. It just so happens that some important business partners will be there that day. I know you don't like these kinds of things, but I think you still can't turn it down this time."
Wen Zhaoye hadn't inquired about company matters for several days, so he naturally knew he couldn't refuse:
"Okay, when?"
Li Zhu said, "I'll come pick you up tomorrow night."
Wen Zhaoye nodded. When he arrived at the hospital and saw the long queue outside the gynecology department, his ears turned red, but he did not hesitate to stand in line.
He stood out as an oddity among the women.
One of the older women said cheerfully:
"Hey young man, are you queuing up for your wife?"
Wen Zhaoye said in an unnatural voice:
"Um."
"Is your wife pregnant?"
"No, she's just feeling a little... a little unwell, so she asked me to get some medicine."
His cheeks grew redder as he spoke, causing those around him to cover their mouths and chuckle.
Wen Zhaoye stared intently at the door, his back tense. He had finally finished queuing and was just inside when the female doctor said:
"Let your wife in."
Wen Zhaoye closed the door, not even sitting down on a stool, and said:
"She didn't come, so I'm getting her some medicine."
The doctor didn't even lift his eyelids and said:
"What medicine?"
Wen Zhaoye stammered:
"She's injured down there, it's best to apply some ointment."
The doctor then raised his eyelids and glanced at him, before writing out a prescription for him:
"Since you know you're injured, you should abstain from sexual activity."
Wen Zhaoye took the order, nodded hurriedly, and went to the pharmacy to get the medicine.
When he returned, Wen Jiaojiao was already fast asleep. He looked at the medicine in his hand, sat on the edge of the bed, opened the cap, squeezed some onto his finger, and then lifted the blanket to wipe it on her.
A cool breeze spread through her, and Wen Jiaojiao slightly closed her beautiful eyes. She then realized what he had done, and her face flushed red with embarrassment. Her voice was unnatural as she said:
"Go out, I can do it myself."
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face also flushed red, and he refused:
"It's almost all applied."
For a moment, neither of them spoke, and the room was so quiet that the rustling of leaves outside the window was clearly audible.
The blanket was pulled up to her abdomen, and the sheets were covered with crisscrossing white stains. After wiping them clean, he covered her with the blanket again and said:
"Why don't you get up for a moment, and I'll change the sheets?"
Wen Jiaojiao got out of bed, clutching the blanket, without even glancing at the blush-inducing sheets, and urged:
"Hurry up."
After changing the sheets, Wen Zhaoye put the dirty clothes from the past few days into the washing machine, while washing his underwear by hand.
Just then, Wen Jiaojiao's phone rang, and Qi Meijing's voice came from the other end:
"Jiaojiao, how about I take you to a cocktail party tomorrow night?"
Wen Jiaojiao was eager to escape Wen Zhaoye for a moment of peace, so she readily agreed:
"go."
The washing machine in the bathroom was humming, and Wen Zhaoye didn't hear the two talking at all.
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