Chapter 62: Sharing a Bed
Just when Cui Junji was about to give up hope, he heard Wen Youqing sigh, "Well, this Dongxue is really weird, you..."
Before she could finish her words, Wen Youqing felt dizzy and her vision went dark. Then Cui Junji carried her to the bed and held her in his arms until she couldn't move.
"It hurts." Wen Youqing was hugged so tightly that she couldn't breathe, so she could only lie and say that the pressure on the wound on her chest was applied.
Cui Junji panicked when he heard this. He let go of her in a hurry and tried to pull open her clothes to see the wound.
Seeing that his clothes were half torn off, Wen Youqing pushed him away and shouted angrily: "Cui Junji!"
Cui Junji finally came to his senses, looking at the woman in front of him, her clothes slightly open, her shoulders half exposed, the blush on her face, the playful glint in her eyes. He panicked, suppressing the throbbing in his heart. While wrapping her in the quilt, he turned his head away and said, "That's not what I meant. I just wanted to see your injury..."
"Blow out the lights and go to sleep!" Wen Youqing seemed embarrassed and annoyed, covering her face with the quilt. This ordinary play made Cui Junji feel itchy inside. He washed up, blew out the lights, and quietly got into the same quilt.
He missed such days for five years.
Thinking of this, Cui Junji put his arms around Wen Youqing's waist from behind and pulled her towards him, holding her close. "Aqing...sister..."
Even though she was disgusted, Wen Youqing still forced herself to pretend to be shy. She pushed Cui Junji's hand away fiercely and said, "Don't be dishonest, or I'll chop off your hands and feet."
After plucking a few times, Wen Youqing felt a strange touch on his hand - it was the burn mark, the hand burned while saving Shen Zijie. Wen Youqing had no strength to pry it away, so she gently placed her hand on the back of his hand and whispered: "I heard that you are a superb pianist before, but I don't think I have seen you playing the piano in recent years."
"I can't use my left hand to exert strength... It's okay. If you want to listen, I can play it for you with my feet." Cui Junji joked.
"Don't talk in bed! Go to sleep!" Wen Youqing directly shut his mouth.
That night, Cui Junji slept soundly. When he was woken in the morning, he stopped the servant's voice and tucked Wen Youqing in. After thinking for a while, he resisted the urge to kiss Wen Youqing.
The blizzard outside gradually subsided. As the door closed, Wen Youqing opened her eyes instantly, and a determined light gradually emerged in her bloodshot eyes.
No matter what the future holds, she will never let anyone manipulate her. Shen Zijie's schemes and Cui Junji's obsessions will become her weapons.
She wants to live well so that more people can survive.
And the first step is to make good use of Cui Junji.
The snow had been falling for days, and the fine snowflakes were beating against the window frames of the study in the courtyard. Cui Junji sat at his desk, his fingertips occasionally turning over a medical manual.
Sharing the same bed at night, Wen Youqing's hands and feet were very cold, a result of an illness she'd contracted after giving birth in Xunyang that year, though she didn't care. He still had to read more books on the subject to help her recover.
The flickering candlelight made Cui Junji's figure look slender.
Suddenly, a maid's scream was heard outside the door, followed by the sound of swords clashing.
Cui Junji went out quickly and saw more than ten masked men fighting with the guards, and blood was already visible on the snow.
He glanced around coldly and soon noticed a dark figure heading towards Bai Wangwen Youqing's room not far away.
not good.
Concerned and confused, Cui Junji chased after him. When the long sword came through the air, it pointed directly at the window next to Wen Youqing's bed.
At this hour, she was probably still asleep, and from this angle, she could be nailed to the bed.
Cui Junji flew over, hastily blocking the blow with his right shoulder. The sound of steel piercing flesh was especially clear in the snowy night, and blood instantly stained his moon-white brocade robes.
The guard exclaimed at the right moment, and when he arrived, he had a panicked look on his face: "Sir!"
Cui Junji's face was pale, but he still forced a smile: "Shh..." Before he finished speaking, his body swayed and he fell forward at the right time.
Wen Youqing heard the sound and stood up. As soon as she walked out of the room, she saw Cui Junji lying on the ground.
It seemed like every time they saw him, he was injured. The guards were panicked and at a loss for words. Wen Youqing reached out to help him, and her touch was wet and warm. She lowered her eyes to hide the coldness in them, but her voice trembled with just the right amount of intensity: "Quick! Seal the news and get a doctor from the back!"
The west wing of Cui's mansion was brightly lit with candles.
Before the doctor arrived, Wen Youqing personally cleaned and bandaged Cui Junji's wound. The knife wound was deep, right where the shoulder blade met the arm. A little further away would have damaged the tendons and bones.
But Wen Youqing didn't quite understand. She only knew that there was a lot of blood flowing, and tying the proximal end was of no use.
"Don't be afraid." Cui Junji's voice was weak, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.
"Shut up! The doctor will be here soon." The words were harsh, but Wen Youqing's tone was unusually gentle, and her hands were constantly moving. She carefully cut away the fabric stuck to the wound with silver scissors, wiped away the blood with warm water, then took the golden wound medicine and carefully sprinkled it on the wound.
Her fingertips were slightly cold. Even though she was so calm, her hands were shaking. When they occasionally brushed against his skin, Cui Junji couldn't help but shudder slightly.
Due to excessive blood loss, Cui Junji suddenly fainted.
Fortunately, when the doctor arrived, Wen Youqing was pulled outside the screen. Xiaoping helped her wipe the blood off her body. Wen Youqing just lowered her eyes and remained silent, looking dazed.
Xiao Ping quickly noticed that something was wrong with Wen Youqing. She hadn't put on her clothes properly and her shoes were slipping on. Xiao Ping hurried to help her put them on and said softly, "Don't worry, Miss. The young master will turn the danger into safety."
"Yeah." Wen Youqing had no strength left. The warm blood seemed to still be on her hands. She felt very weak and panicked.
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In the following days, Wen Youqing personally took care of Cui Junji every day.
She always arrived at noon, carrying a decoction of medicine she had personally prepared. She would first examine the patient's pulse and complexion, then change the dressing and bandage. Every movement was meticulous, gentle, and impeccable.
When she changed the dressing that day, she found that the wound was healing slower than expected and couldn't help but frown: "Your injury seems to be healing a little slower."
Cui Junji smiled bitterly, and the smile pulled at the wound, causing it to hiss in pain. "Perhaps it was because of the cold weather that snowy night, so it's taking so long to heal."
Wen Youqing's eyes flickered slightly, and she said no more. She just handed the copper hand warmer she brought to Cui Junji.
The carefully formulated warming and tonic herbs inside were also placed there by Cui Junji's order.
When Cui Junji took the hand warmer, he felt the coolness of her fingertips, and his heart moved slightly. In the past few days together, Wen Youqing's gentleness and thoughtfulness far exceeded his expectations. Sometimes he even felt that this was how they were supposed to be, that they were husband and wife.
But he was also worried. Wen Youqing was so smart. Did she really not see through his self-torture trick, or did she deliberately fall into his trap?
As expected, Wen Youqing asked, "Who wants to kill me? The Wang family? Or your Cui family?"
Who should I talk about?
The Wang family was shattered like fireworks, with no one of them remaining a significant force. How could they possibly have the strength to uncover such a private matter without Cui Junji's knowledge?
Cui's family? His own family.
Indeed, the entire mansion knew he had been away from home for days, and Li Wenqin had only expressed concern but hadn't interfered. As for Wang Ruoti, she didn't care where he went in the first place. Now, she was only slightly lower than a common wife, so besides taking care of some of the mansion's trivial matters, she was also helping him cover up.
Then there is grandpa. Cui Junji is now on the rise outside, and he will not and dare not stay at home to cause trouble at this critical juncture. Even if he knows, he will definitely turn a blind eye.
That's fine, just say it's your own home, it's more believable.
The moment she looked up, her eyes were clear: "Cui Junji, go back and recuperate."
"Okay, I'll go back." Cui Junji's eyes were firm and determined, "You have to go back with me too. The new identity has been prepared, and I will accept you in.
"I won't go back with you." Wen Youqing said coldly.
"Why?! These days, we sleep on the same bed, we are so compatible..."
"What do you want to say? You want to say that you have slept with me, so where else can I go?" Wen Youqing's eyes suddenly turned cold. He put down the medicine, stood up and was about to leave.
Cui Junji suddenly coughed softly, and the gauze on his shoulder immediately seeped out blood.
"Sir, don't move!" The maid hurried forward and saw that his wound had burst open and his clothes were stained with blood. She had to get the medicine box again.
Unable to bear it any longer, Wen Youqing paused and turned to look at Cui Junji, whose eyes were red and he looked extremely weak. "Sometimes I think, if you were faking all this, you're quite capable, fooling us all."
"I didn't... ahem... mean that, and I didn't... lie to you." Cui Junji's eyes were so sincere that Wen Youqing couldn't move. "It's just that I thought... you liked me too. Things at home... were ultimately my fault, ahem. I just want to be with you."
Wen Youqing sat back down. She took the medicine from the maid and cleaned and applied the medicine to him very gently, hardly hurting him at all.
The wound was so painful that she trembled, but Cui Junji stared at her intently without blinking, and asked carefully, "Don't be angry, I will find out who did it."
"Okay." Wen Youqing tied the bandage and was about to pull away, but he gently held her wrist.
Wen Youqing didn't struggle, she just looked down at him and said, "Let go."
"Please forgive me first."
"Then let's just stay here!" Wen Youqing is also stubborn and refuses to give in.
Only when Cui Junji's shoulder began to bleed again did Wen Youqing sigh and say, "If it really is your family member, then my injury is due to your incompetence and inaction. You should reflect on this yourself!"
"Well, Aqing taught me that."
"Let go, I have soup simmering on the stove."
Cui Junji was like a wife-watching stone, watching Wen Youqing's back as she left. Even though he could no longer see her, he was still looking in the direction where she finally disappeared.
But he didn't know that as Wen Youqing turned and left, a hint of sneer appeared on the corner of her lips. What a cruel scheme, even a beauty trap was staged, just to force her to return to the Cui Mansion.
It's a pity that she is no longer a young girl in love and will not be tempted by such tricks.
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