Song Zhiyu casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief at Shen Mingyi, then crushed his injured hand with the sole of her shoe. Hearing the ear-piercing screams, she curled her lips into a pleased smile.
She lowered her eyes to look at the hem of her skirt, which had been accidentally splattered with a few drops of blood, and her beautiful brows furrowed slightly.
Shen Mingyi's blood is really filthy.
Under Shen Yuzhou's astonished gaze, Song Zhiyu deftly sliced off the blood-stained hem of her skirt with her dagger before turning and walking away.
Shen Yuzhou and his two companions were kicked out of Songxi Courtyard, looking utterly dejected.
Just as Chang Degang was helping Shen Mingyi out of the courtyard, a loud slamming sound came from behind them, and they were thrown out as if they had been abandoned as if they were plague carriers.
"Young Master, the Third Young Master's injuries are quite serious. We need to get him to the Second Young Master's place for treatment as soon as possible." Changde struggled to support Shen Mingyi, who was leaning almost all his strength on him.
Shen Yuzhou glanced deeply at the tightly closed door, his handsome face devoid of any color. "Let's go."
"Brother, Song Zhiyu injured my hand, I will never let her get away with this. Why didn't you teach her a lesson for me just now? We are brothers!" Shen Mingyi was still shouting even now. The injury on his hand did not teach him a lesson, and he even resented Shen Yuzhou.
"Smack!"
Shen Mingyi was slapped hard to the ground by Shen Yuzhou. He looked at his older brother in disbelief, who was both familiar and completely unfamiliar.
"You shouldn't have laid a hand on her." A hint of malice lingered between Shen Yuzhou's brows, and his gaze toward Shen Mingyi was no longer gentle.
Shen Mingyi's slap completely severed the last vestige of their relationship with Song Zhiyu.
For the first time, Shen Yuzhou resented his younger brother.
These days, he's been having the same dream.
A dream that was real yet felt utterly absurd to him.
In the dream, the brothers doted on Shen Jinshu, ignoring Song Zhiyu's attempts to please them, and even repeatedly humiliated her, saying many hurtful things.
In her dream, she endured their difficulties and disgust time and time again, yet she still treated them with a sincere heart, a far cry from the cold indifference and aloofness she displays now.
In the dream, after Shen Jinshu fell into the water, they cruelly locked her in the woodshed without listening to her explanations, causing her to almost die from a cold.
Although she was eventually released from the woodshed, she was branded with the crime of murdering her elder sister and was despised by the world.
The dream ended abruptly there, but Shen Yuzhou personally experienced the pain and torment that Song Zhiyu felt when faced with misunderstanding in the dream.
This dream felt so real, like it had actually happened before.
Shen Yuzhou closed his eyes listlessly, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if all his strength had been drained.
*
Lu Bai carefully applied the medicine to Song Zhiyu, muttering under her breath, "Shen Mingyi went too far. Miss should stab him a few more times to vent her anger."
Seeing Song Zhiyu's flushed cheeks, Lu Bai was both angry and heartbroken, and even stopped calling him "Third Young Master".
"Alright, I'm fine. His hand is completely ruined; he'll be a cripple from now on. He's worthless in Shen Feng's eyes, which is worse than killing him." Song Zhiyu smiled gently, raising her hand to rub the white hair on her head to comfort her.
Shen Mingyi cared most about his clothing workshops and had always been proud of his hands, which could make exquisite and gorgeous clothes.
Now that his hands are useless, it's like tearing out his heart.
*
Night falls.
Song Zhiyu was engrossed in preparing medicine at the table, completely unaware that a figure was approaching step by step behind her.
It wasn't until a warm cloak was draped over her shoulders that Song Zhiyu's thoughts gradually returned. She turned her head to look at the person who had come, her smiling face showing obvious joy.
"Why are you here?" Song Zhiyu's calm voice carried a hint of intimacy, unlike her previous aloofness and indifference. Zhou Xingzhi felt relieved upon noticing this subtle change, and the smile on his lips became even more pronounced.
Zhou Xingzhi bent his knees to be at eye level with Song Zhiyu, his long, narrow phoenix eyes filled with tenderness. "I missed you."
Such a direct expression caused Song Zhiyu's expression to freeze for a moment, her cheeks slowly flushing red, making her even more beautiful and charming in the candlelight.
"When did Your Highness develop the habit of breaking into women's boudoirs at night?" Song Zhiyu clearly saw the smile in Zhou Xingzhi's eyes, and awkwardly tightened her cloak, asking in a seemingly teasing tone.
Ever since she agreed to try being with Zhou Xingzhi, Zhou Xingzhi has made no attempt to hide his feelings for her, and he would occasionally say things that made people blush and their hearts race.
Song Zhiyu never expected that Zhou Xingzhi's behavior in public and in private would be so different.
Where was the aloof and noble demeanor she had when she first met him?
"I only have the habit of sneaking into Yu'er's boudoir at night." Zhou Xingzhi's eyes flickered slightly as he slowly approached Song Zhiyu. His eyes, full of affection, unconsciously fell on Song Zhiyu's full and alluring red lips. His resolute and distinct features tightened, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, as if he was trying his best to restrain himself.
Suddenly, Zhou Xingzhi's gaze faltered, the lust in his eyes faded, and his large, well-defined hand gently caressed Song Zhiyu's cheek. His voice was low and somewhat frightening, "Who hit your face?"
He had just noticed that Song Zhiyu's cheeks were flushed and thought it was because she was embarrassed. But now, upon closer inspection, he saw that the bright red handprint on her cheeks had not completely faded, which showed how ruthless the person who did it was.
Song Zhiyu sneered. Looking back now, she felt that she had been too lenient. "Shen Mingyi thought that I was the one who caused Shen Jinshu to be confined to her quarters, so he came to Songxi Courtyard to cause trouble without saying a word."
I was caught off guard and got slapped for no reason. But don't worry, he's not in much better shape either.
Zhou Xingzhi's eyes narrowed, his warm fingertips gently caressing the red marks on her face. A murderous intent surged in his heart, and his deep eyes revealed an undisguised ferocity.
"Does it still hurt?" He tenderly applied ointment to Song Zhiyu, and with each application, the coldness in his eyes deepened.
Those familiar with Zhou Xingzhi knew that someone was about to be in trouble when they saw him like this.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it just looks scary. I slapped him back twice, even harder." Song Zhiyu shook her head, then unexpectedly met Zhou Xingzhi's bloodshot eyes. Her heart stirred, and she slowly stepped forward, her red lips gently covering the man's handsome thin lips, a light kiss.
Zhou Xing was taken aback, feeling a warm and gentle touch on his lips, carrying a light and alluring fragrance that drew him to explore further.
The string of reason in his mind snapped instantly. Just as Song Zhiyu was about to back away, he reacted quickly, wrapped his arms around her waist, sealed her lips with his, and began to conquer her with his luscious red lips.
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