Song Yan quickly realized that there was a thief! He quickly took Wen Ruan to the rabbit stall, told her to wait for him there, and then ran in the direction the thief had run.
About half an hour later, Song Yan finally returned. "Ruan Ruan, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"How is it? Did you catch him?" Wen Ruan asked Song Yan quickly.
"Yes, they caught him and have taken him to the police station. I need to give a statement now, so I came back to tell you first in case you were worried."
"Then let's go together. Are you alright?" Wen Ruan looked Song Yan up and down a few times and found that he didn't seem to be injured.
Song Yan was secretly pleased. Was Ruan Ruan concerned about him? But he said, "No, I'm not injured. It's just a light bump on my back."
For some reason, Wen Ruan seemed to see a sense of pity in Song Yan.
"Then let's hurry to the police station to give a statement, and then we'll go home as soon as we're done to apply your medicine." Wen Ruan felt that Song Yan looked like a big puppy at this moment, and she really wanted to pat his fluffy head.
By the time they finished recording, it was almost 2 PM. The two were quite hungry. The aunt who had recovered their valuables followed behind Song Yan and Wen Ruan, thanking them and insisting on treating them to a meal at a state-run restaurant. The two tried their best to decline, but in the end, the aunt said that she lived at No. 23 Huaihua Hutong and that the two could visit her home when they had time.
Upon learning that the two were getting married in less than a week, the aunt bought a thermos flask at the supply and marketing cooperative and insisted on giving it to Wen Ruan, saying that it was for Wen Ruan's dowry. You should know that in those days, a thermos flask was a very precious item.
After the three women declined for a long time, Song Yan finally said, "This is for your dowry, so please accept it. We'll invite you to our wedding to share in the joy!" He then told her his home address and the wedding date.
The auntie beamed with joy: "Oh, that's right! I'll come to your house for the wedding feast next week!"
The three said their goodbyes happily. At this moment, Wen Ruan suddenly remembered that Song Yan was still injured. Considering that Wen's parents would probably stay at the Song family's house for lunch, she decided to take Song Yan back to the Wen family's house.
After putting the things down, considering that Song Yan's injury was on his back, and fearing that it might be awkward if his family suddenly came back while he was applying medicine in the living room, he let Song Yan go into his room, while he went to his mother's room to find ointment for treating bumps and bruises.
Wen Ruan received the ointment and had just entered the room when she saw Song Yan had taken off his shirt and was standing with his back to the door, tidying his clothes.
Wen Ruan's cheeks flushed bright red. She lowered her head and began to walk in a flustered manner, startling Song Yan, who had his back to her, and he turned around.
The man's upper body was strong and powerful, with eight-pack abs neatly arranged, and his strong chest was exposed to the air. Wen Ruan swallowed hard, her eyes not daring to linger on any part of him for even a second.
"I've left the ointment here for you. After you've applied the ointment, hurry up and put your clothes back on." Wen Ruan was a little nervous as she placed the ointment on the table and tried to leave quickly.
"Ruan Ruan, aren't you going to help me apply the medicine? My injury is on my back, and I can't reach some parts. Can you help me?" Song Yan looked at Wen Ruan with a pitiful expression.
Wen Ruan looked up at Song Yan's back, which had large bruises, likely from a struggle on the ground. A large portion of the bruises were bluish-purple.
Song Yan stared intently at Wen Ruan, watching her place the ointment on the table and walk out the door. Song Yan felt a wave of disappointment, but even more so, a sense of defeat. He sat blankly in his chair, unwilling to move.
Suddenly, footsteps approached. Song Yan looked up and saw Wen Ruan walking in with a wet towel in her hand.
"Turn around," Wen Ruan said expressionlessly. In her heart, she silently chanted, "I am a cold-blooded devil! I am a cold-blooded devil!"
Song Yan's eyes suddenly lit up, a look of surprise flashing in them, and he obediently turned around.
Song Yan's back was broad and firm, every muscle looking beautifully sculpted. Wen Ruan nervously took a towel soaked in cold water and placed it on his bruises for a cold compress. As soon as the towel touched Song Yan's back, his back muscles trembled, perhaps stimulated by the cold air, which startled Wen Ruan.
After the cold compress was finished, Wen Ruan squeezed the ointment onto her hands, rubbed them together to warm them, and then gritted her teeth and placed her hands on Song Yan's back. Both of them were extremely nervous.
Wen Ruan gently applied the medicine to him and stroked his back. Song Yan felt his whole body heat up, and fine sweat appeared on his forehead. Drops of sweat dripped down his narrow eyebrows and onto his collarbone.
Wen Ruan's cheeks were flushed, the color spreading to the corners of her eyes, which shimmered with an unusual, drunken light. She dared not think of anything else, and could only try her best to focus all her attention on her hands, thinking of finishing applying the medicine to Song Yan as soon as possible so that she could escape this scene.
Finally, Wen Ruan finished applying the medicine and said, "Don't put on your clothes yet. Wait until the medicine dries a little before you put them on." After saying that, she grabbed her things and quickly ran out.
Both of them couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
After a long while, Song Yanping, having regained his composure, came out of Wen Ruan's room. He saw Wen Ruan still fanning her cheeks with her hands, trying to cool down her face, and couldn't help but chuckle.
Wen Ruan looked up and glared at Song Yan. "Are you going to eat or not?"
It's almost 3 a.m. now, and Wen's parents will probably be back soon.
"Shall we grab something to eat? I'll make some noodles, and then we'll all go to my house for dinner. My parents will definitely invite Uncle Wen and Aunt Wen to stay for dinner. You can also take a look at our wedding room. If there's anything you need to change, just let me know, and I'll help with the decorating," Song Yan said to Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan thought for a moment and nodded. But she was a little surprised that Song Yan could actually cook, and she felt quite suspicious.
Seeing the distrust in her eyes, Song Yan didn't say anything, turned around and went into the kitchen. He quickly made two steaming bowls of tomato and egg noodles, which were served in less than fifteen minutes.
The noodles were vibrant in color, a mix of red and yellow. Wen Ruan took a bite with her chopsticks; the tomatoes were fresh and delicious, the noodles were smooth and flavorful, and the broth was rich and delicious—a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate. Wen Ruan quickly finished the bowl of noodles in front of her, then realized her eating manners and felt a little embarrassed. She looked up at Song Yan.
Song Yan's eyes held a smile, like a gentle beam of moonlight that pierced straight into her heart, making her involuntarily fall into his gaze.
"Help! With the male lead's looks and physique, I can't keep up like this! Comrade Wen Ruanruan, you need to calm down! Song Yan's eyes are so affectionate, he even looks at a dog with such tenderness. Don't let him bewitch you!" Wen Ruanruan tried to convince herself in her mind, then said to Song Yan, "What are you looking at? Aren't you hungry? Don't blame me if you get hungry!"
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