Chapter 73: Hurt They seemed to be hugging each other.
"Just kidding."
Xie Yuchao was stunned for a moment, then breathed a sigh of relief. Just say it, how could he possibly say...
"But asking me to apologize is real."
Xie Yuchao: “…”
He instantly became reserved again.
He used to drink only a little and didn't dare to drink too much because it would be easy for the old man at home to find out, so he had no idea what he looked like when he was drunk.
"I was wrong." Xie Yuchao had no choice but to try his best to appear honest.
Song Baoyuan's eyes were full of smiles. "I didn't say I blame you. Mr. Xie helped me deal with the guests yesterday. I should be grateful."
"Um?"
Xie Yuchao's mood was up and down, and he was a little overwhelmed.
"But, Master Xie, you know that I'm not good at drinking and don't like drinking, so why are you still helping me like this?"
Xie Yuchao paused, then asked, "Who else but me?"
She can handle it herself, Song Baoyuan thought.
She thought of the day before yesterday and said jokingly, "Mr. Xie is really a good man."
He sensed there was something else behind her words, but Xie Yuchao wasn't sure what it was. He spoke tentatively, "Then, could you please be a little more tolerant of this kind person? If he does anything out of line, please be assured that it was never his intention."
"Something out of the ordinary."
Song Baoyuan repeated softly, and her expression as if she was reminiscing made the people in front of her feel uneasy.
Song Baoyuan wanted to stop teasing him, but she was interrupted as soon as she opened her mouth.
Xie Yuchao straightened up and suddenly became serious. "Of course, if anything really happens, I will be responsible."
Their eyes met, and there was a sudden silence.
Xie Yuchao could almost hear his own heartbeat.
Song Baoyuan was slightly stunned and slowly clenched her palms.
After a long moment, she lowered her eyes and smiled, "Thank you, Master Xie, you're worrying too much. You talked nonsense yesterday and fell asleep."
Xie Yuchao: “…”
Wouldn't his words be redundant? Or rather, presumptuous?
Whether out of embarrassment or shyness, he lowered his head and felt his cheeks getting hot.
The atmosphere in the room unconsciously became a little strange. Song Baoyuan's ears turned red and she felt the temperature rising all around her.
…
"mother!"
The childish cry woke them both up.
Song Baoyuan not only heard her daughter's voice, but also sensed the panic and grievance hidden in it.
She ran out quickly and bumped into Cen Zhou who was carrying Jiang Suisui, who was wiping her eyes, upstairs, with Liu'an following closely behind.
"What happened to Sui Sui?"
"mother!"
As soon as Jiang Suisui saw her mother, she hurriedly reached out to hug her, pouted her lips, and tears fell down her face.
Song Baoyuan took her daughter and patted her back soothingly.
"What's going on?" Xie Yuchao also walked over.
Song Baoyuan knew that her daughter couldn't explain it clearly, so she frowned and looked at Liu'an, "What's going on?"
Liu'an looked embarrassed. "My lady, I brought the young lady here specially. There may be a period of time from now when my husband will not be able to take care of the young lady and the young master. I hope you will take care of her."
"Why?"
"My dear, my dear, he has something to do." Liu'an was evasive. "It will take a while."
Song Baoyuan was suspicious, "But why is Sui Sui crying like this?"
Liu An was dumbfounded and said, "Maybe you can't bear to leave your husband?"
"Daddy is bleeding a lot!" Jiang Suisui suddenly looked up.
Song Baoyuan was stunned. "Blood?"
"No, no." Liu'an denied anxiously, but stuttered, "It's not my husband's blood, it's the blood of the prisoners in the Dali Temple."
Song Baoyuan knew very well that Jiang Keyu would never let the criminals from the Dali Temple see her daughter.
Her tone became colder, "What the hell is going on?"
Liu'an lowered his head, seeming to be in a dilemma.
"Speak!"
It felt like it was no small matter, and Song Bao's heart sank.
Liu'an had no choice but to tell the truth, "An assassin broke into the mansion yesterday. The young lady was frightened, and the young master suffered a minor injury."
"The man in black attacked me and my father with a knife!" Jiang Suisui gestured with her hands, tears in her eyes.
Song Baoyuan frowned, "How could an assassin get in when there are so many people guarding the mansion?"
Liu'an sighed, "Miss, you forgot that those people have been transferred to the old house to protect you and the young master. There are only a few people left in the mansion."
Song Baoyuan knew, but she thought that at least some of them remained in the mansion.
"Where are you hurt, my dear?"
"Minor injury."
"Can a minor injury make him ignore the new year?" Song Baoyuan naturally didn't believe it.
Liu'an seemed to be cornered. "I was hit on my right shoulder, almost to the bone. The doctor said it would take at least half a month before I could move my right arm again."
"Nonsense! It's just a minor injury at best!"
Cen Zhou on the side seemed to have reached the limit of his patience.
Song Baoyuan looked over in surprise, "How did you know?"
"I..." Cen Zhou turned sideways, "I just felt that he, a dignified Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, shouldn't be in such a state of disgrace."
However, this was not the first time that he, as the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple, was assassinated.
Song Baoyuan remembered very clearly that a few years ago, when he first arrived at the Dali Temple, he was seriously injured. He was shot in the chest and almost died on the spot. The doctor treated him for a whole night before ensuring that he was out of danger.
That night when she wasn't sure if he would survive, she nearly collapsed.
Thinking of this, Song Baoyuan felt as if someone was pinching her heart.
"I know you don't like him, but he wouldn't joke about something like this, and there's no need to."
Cen Zhou clenched his fists, speechless.
Song Baoyuan was extremely upset. Even though they were no longer husband and wife, and even though their last meeting ended in embarrassment, she could not ignore such a thing.
If she really did that, her parents would probably blame her.
So she turned around and said, "I have to go back to the mansion. Please do as you please, Mr. Xie."
"I'll accompany you..."
"I'll go with you!"
Xie Yuchao originally wanted to go together, but before he could finish his words, Gao Luoshu got there first.
Song Baoyuan nodded. Mr. Gao was his friend, so it was natural for him to be worried. It was understandable that he wanted to go back together to take a look.
*
The Jiang Mansion was as quiet as if no one was there.
Jiang Keyu sat alone in his study, in his undershirt and coat. On the desk lay the files he hadn't finished reading, a pile of bloody bandages, and a bowl of unfinished medicine.
He stared at the table with unfocused eyes, as if waiting for something.
"Jiang Keyu!"
Someone called him by his full name, and the voice was getting closer and closer.
Jiang Keyu looked up and quickly realized who it was. He sighed subconsciously, feeling a little disappointed.
"Jiang Keyu!"
Jiang Keyu glanced at the door with a hint of disgust, "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not dead."
Gao Luoshu peeked out from the door frame, "Aren't you injured? Why are you here instead of going to rest?"
"Do you think being a Dali Temple official is easy?"
"It wasn't me who assassinated you." Gao Luoshu rolled his eyes at him. "I came to visit you out of kindness. What's with your attitude?"
Jiang Keyu snorted coldly, "Thank you, okay?"
Gao Luoshu turned his head and said, "I think he's fine. Let's go back."
Behind him, Song Baoyuan arrived a step later with her daughter.
When the mother and daughter appeared at the door, Jiang Keyu immediately put down the scroll in her hand, gathered her coat, and said in a weaker voice, "Why are you here too?"
Gao Luoshu: “?”
Is this the same person who just spoke to him?
The bloody bandage on the table was truly shocking. Song Baoyuan covered her daughter's eyes and asked, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Jiang Keyu answered weakly, and the expression of endurance on her face disappeared in an instant, as if she was trying hard to hide the pain.
He forced a smile and asked, "Did Liu'an talk too much to you?"
Seeing his pale face and forced smile, Song Baoyuan couldn't help but think of the last time he was seriously injured.
The first thing he did when he woke up, the first words he said, was to force a smile like he was doing now, and said calmly, "I'm fine, don't cry."
Song Baoyuan couldn't help but feel sad.
Because his second words were, “I won’t leave you alone.”
At that time, both their parents were gone, they had already been married, Chengcheng was not born yet, and they only had each other.
"What does the doctor say?"
"The doctor said it's okay, just rest well." Jiang Keyu said simply, as if he wasn't the one injured. "However, Chengcheng and Suisui will have to work hard for you for the next two weeks."
Song Baoyuan subconsciously touched her daughter's head in front of her.
"In that case, you can transfer half of the people back to the mansion. Anyway, the old house is smaller than this one, and it doesn't need so many people."
"No need." Jiang Keyu refused without hesitation, "You and the child need more protection."
Song Baoyuan was puzzled. "But you need someone to take care of you now. Besides, if the assassin fails, what will happen next time?"
"Lu'an is here."
"What good is he alone?"
Jiang Keyu avoided her gaze and said, "Don't worry about it. At worst... it's not important anyway."
His voice got quieter and quieter, but Song Baoyuan heard it clearly and felt strange. "What do you mean by unimportant? You think your life is unimportant?"
Jiang Keyu lowered her eyes and spoke word by word, "Anyway, it's not important to you."
"you……"
Song Baoyuan was speechless and felt angry.
Was he trying to put pressure on her? Or was he blaming her? Or was he still trying to argue in this situation?
"Since it's inconvenient for you, I'll get someone over."
"No, hiss!"
As if his excitement had ripped his wound, Jiang Keyu gasped, his expression painful. Even though he quickly lowered his head to try to cover it up, Song Baoyuan still saw it.
Song Baoyuan was shocked and walked over quickly, "Are you okay?"
Jiang Keyu paused for a moment before shaking her head, as if she was in so much pain that she couldn't speak.
“Daddy!”
Jiang Suisui broke free from her mother's hand, ran towards her father, bit her lip, and was about to burst into tears again.
Jiang Keyu straightened up, pretending to be relaxed, and touched his daughter's face. "Daddy is fine, Sui Sui, be good and go home with mommy. When Daddy is done with his work, I will play with Sui Sui later, okay?"
"Daddy, why don't you come home?"
Jiang Suisui was young and ignorant, without any ulterior motives, and her words were all genuine.
This question seemed to stump Jiang Keyu. After a while, he said vaguely, "Daddy is busy."
"But Daddy is injured." Jiang Suisui didn't understand.
Jiang Keyu avoided the topic and said, "Sui Sui, be good and go home with your mother as soon as possible."
Song Baoyuan watched the loving father and filial son, feeling uncomfortable and like a sinner.
"No, I want Daddy to come home with me, woooo!" Jiang Suisui burst into tears, her face red with tears, "What if Daddy meets bad guys again?"
"No, Suisui, don't cry..."
Jiang Keyu was panicked and wanted to pick up her daughter to comfort her, but as soon as she moved her hands, her whole body felt pain.
"Sui Sui!" Song Baoyuan hurried forward, picked up her daughter, patted her back and soothed her softly, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. There are no bad guys anymore."
Jiang Suisui was visibly sad, fearing that she would no longer have a father.
"Okay, let's go home." Song Baoyuan had no choice but to take the initiative to let go, "Daddy, come home too, okay?"
She glanced sideways and said, "Then you should go back to the old house to recuperate."
"You don't have to force yourself. Since you don't want to see me, how can I bother you..."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Keyu: “…”
Song Baoyuan knew that he was saying this on purpose. She couldn't even coax the daughter in her arms, so how could she have the patience to argue with him?
"Liu'an, help your husband out."
*
Xie Yuchao was standing at the door of his house. He caught a glimpse of the neighbor's carriage passing by him at a very slow speed, and he had a guess in his mind.
Sure enough, that person also came back.
The carriage stopped at the door of the old house. Song Baoyuan got off first, holding her daughter, and Jiang Keyu followed slowly behind.
"My dear, be careful." Liu'an wanted to go forward to support him, but he got a signal with his eyes, so he just moved his lips.
Jiang Keyu was still in the carriage when she saw someone staring at her through the gap in the window.
Not wanting to tear the wound, he took every step with difficulty and caution.
But I still couldn't step firmly.
Just when Song Baoyuan put her daughter down and turned around to wait for him, he narrowly missed a step and fell forward.
"Huh?"
Song Baoyuan was shocked and had no time to call for help, so she had to go and help herself.
So much so that he fell into her arms and pressed down with the weight of her whole body.
Song Baoyuan saw the blood oozing from his back and panicked, "Are you okay?"
"Feel sorry."
Jiang Keyu whispered in her ear.
In Xie Yuchao's view, they seemed to be hugging each other.
And it takes a long time.
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