"Qingqing, you... go see my third brother later."
"Han Yichen? What happened to him?"
"He...he seems a little unwell...Just now when I got up to go to the bathroom, I saw the light in his room was still on..."
Although he really wanted to have Hua Qingcheng all to himself, Mu Lige felt a little reluctant when he thought of the sad and soul-stirring red figure walking alone under the moonlight.
Hua Qingcheng nodded slightly upon hearing this. When she thought of that arrogant and awkward man, she became a little curious about what made him stay awake at night thinking about life.
"Okay, I'll go take a look now."
Hua Qingcheng stood up and sat at the head of the bed, hugged Mu Lige beside her, then took his hands and gently stroked the thin calluses on his palms. With a look of gratitude and guilt, she kissed the side of his face tenderly.
"Brother Li, thank you for your tolerance!"
After all, in this land where women reign supreme, she, already married four men and one soon-to-be, was bound to feel guilty towards each of them. And as the head husband, Mu Lige must have felt bad watching his wife's successive consorts. She couldn't split herself into five parts, so the only thing she could do was treat each of them with genuine sincerity.
Watching Hua Qingcheng get dressed, get up from the bed, and leave, Mu Lige felt a trace of bitterness in his heart. If he could, why would he, Su Mu Lige, want to push the person he loved into the arms of another person?
Around the hour of Yin, Hua Qingcheng left the main room and headed towards the western wing. Sure enough, the light in Han Yichen's room was still on, and the window reflected a lonely figure sitting on the bed.
"Han Yichen?"
Hua Qingcheng wanted to knock on the door, but found that the door was not locked at all. It opened with a light push. After Hua Qingcheng went in, she closed the door casually.
"Sanlang?"
Under the dim and flickering candlelight, Han Yichen, dressed in red with long, smooth hair, was lying sideways with his head lowered and resting on his bent knees. He sat quietly at the head of the bed without saying a word.
This was the first time Hua Qingcheng had seen Han Yichen in bright red. She felt as if the color was created specifically for him, perfectly complementing the man's alluring charm. But was he usually so lively whenever she came, now he was being a little too obedient?
"Sanlang?"
Hua Qingcheng walked closer and found that Han Yichen's clothes were slightly wrinkled and dirty, and his hair was slightly messy. Is this still the Han Yichen with mysophobia?
"Sanlang, what's wrong with you?"
Hua Qingcheng quickly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, looking at the silent man in front of her with confusion. But when Hua Qingcheng lifted the man's chin, she saw his red eyes and the swollen left side of his face.
"Who hit me?"
Hua Qingcheng's gentle eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, her gaze seemed to be as cold as ice, and her clenched fists suddenly made a "creaking" sound.
Could it be that others, seeing how gentle she was to her husbands, had mistaken her for a good-tempered person? Hua Qingcheng could lower herself to pamper her husband, but how could she allow someone she cherished, cherished and unwilling to hurt, to be treated so humiliatingly?
"Han Yichen! Who hit you?"
Looking at the silent Sanfulang, Hua Qingcheng felt a pang of sadness. She didn't know what had happened to this man. Why did he suddenly become so depressed and sad? It was as if he had been abandoned by the whole world. He exuded a huge loneliness, helplessness, desolation, and even despair...
As if he had finally spotted Hua Qingcheng, Han Yichen gazed at her with his narrow, almond-shaped eyes. Unlike their usual alluring charm, they were now filled with loneliness, desolation, grievance, weakness, and helplessness... The tears in his eyes, the moment he realized it was Hua Qingcheng, fell like pearls from a broken string...
"Sanlang~"
Hua Qingcheng quickly held Han Yichen's head in her arms, holding him close to her, letting his tears soak through her clothes. At this moment, she was everything to this man, his wife who stood tall and firm for him, and his safe haven from wind and rain.
Hua Qingcheng gently stroked the hair of the person in her arms, then carefully touched the swollen left cheek, and gave him a heartbroken kiss on the forehead.
"Tell me, who hurt you? I'll avenge you! No one can hurt my Hua Qingcheng's man without paying the price!"
Deep anger burst out from Hua Qingcheng's watery eyes.
“Don’t go…”
The man in Hua Qingcheng's arms suddenly put his arms around her waist and buried his head in her arms. Looking at his lonely and helpless appearance, Hua Qingcheng felt extremely distressed.
"Okay, I won't leave~"
Hua Qingcheng just stood in front of the bed, letting the man in her arms cry and vent his emotions, until an hour later he was exhausted and fell asleep in a daze.
Looking at the man sleeping soundly in her arms, Hua Qingcheng carefully removed his red coat and laid him back on the bed. She then left the room, fetched a basin of water, and, after wetting a handkerchief, gently wiped the tears and dirt from his face. She then retrieved an ice pack from the space villa, wrapped it in a soft towel, and gently applied it to his red and swollen left cheek. For the beauty-conscious man, she also placed a cooling eye patch on his eyelids.
By the time the swelling on Han Yichen's left face and eyes subsided, it was around four quarters past five in the morning. Hua Qingcheng took off her shoes and socks, lay down beside him, put one arm around his strong waist, closed her eyes and took a short rest.
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