Qi Yue, who had just taken a mouthful of porridge, looked up at him.
“What?” she asked unclearly.
This damned woman… was she deliberately playing dumb?
“Before,” Chang Yuncheng said gruffly. At this point, Fan Yilin’s drunken words echoed in his ears.
When talking to women, you must be gentle and pleasant, as sweet as possible…
“…you were wronged.”
The latter half of Chang Yuncheng’s sentence suddenly dropped in tone and became somewhat distorted, as if someone had suddenly grabbed his throat.
Qi Yue held her spoon waiting for him to finish. Having heard it all now, she couldn’t help but burst out laughing and choked.
“You damned woman!” Chang Yuncheng flew into an embarrassed rage, slammed the table, and stormed off.
He should have known that little rascal Fan Yilin’s advice was unreliable! He must have lost his mind to actually listen to it!
Qi Yue coughed several times before finally stopping, looking over to see Chang Yuncheng’s side had already gone dark.
Had she really hit too hard and injured his head?
The night passed without incident.
The next day, the couple ate their meal in silence. When Chang Yuncheng lifted his foot to leave, Qi Yue called out to him.
“I’ve boiled disinfectant medicine. Let me clean your wound,” she said.
In the past, Chang Yuncheng would have swept his sleeves and left, but he lifted his foot and forcibly held back.
A’Ru brought in the boiled medicine. Qi Yue personally cut several pieces of cotton cloth to soak them and had Chang Yuncheng sit down.
A’Ru hesitated for a moment, lowered her head, and withdrew.
Que Zhi was carrying tea and about to enter when A’Ru stopped her.
“But this is what the Young Madam just asked for…” Que Zhi peered toward the door while saying in a low voice.
“She doesn’t need it now,” A’Ru said, taking the tea from her and walking away.
Que Zhi pursed her lips and also withdrew.
Using forceps to hold the cloth, she carefully cleaned the wound on Chang Yuncheng’s forehead.
Due to the stimulation of the medicinal liquid, Chang Yuncheng turned his head slightly, and Qi Yue’s hand immediately lightened.
This woman… cares about him…
Chang Yuncheng’s tense body relaxed. He sat while this woman stood, her soft body with its faint medicinal fragrance close before his eyes.
“What fragrance do you use? It’s quite… quite nice,” he suddenly said.
Qi Yue paused, lifting her sleeve to smell it herself. She realized it was from the disinfectant medicine she had soaked in after returning from the morgue last night.
Nice? Not really that nice, was it?
“I’ve been to the medicine shop a lot, unconsciously picking up the medicinal smell. It’s not any fragrance,” she laughed, putting down the cotton cloth. “There, it’ll be fine in a couple of days.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Chang Yuncheng reached around her waist, and she was pressed against Chang Yuncheng’s body.
Qi Yue became nervous again.
“Hey, you’re…” she called out.
“Before, I let you suffer wrongs,” Chang Yuncheng said in a low voice, interrupting Qi Yue’s words.
That phrase again…
Feeling that he made no further moves and was just holding her loosely, Qi Yue relaxed her tension slightly.
“Hey, didn’t we say we wouldn’t mention the past…” she laughed dryly, holding up her hands not knowing where to put them.
“Not mentioning is not mentioning, but we can’t not know,” Chang Yuncheng looked up at her and said. “I can’t not know about the wrongs you suffered.”
This person… really isn’t normal…
Qi Yue twitched the corner of her mouth.
She really wasn’t used to Chang Yuncheng like this. Could he really have been stimulated and had problems with his brain? She’d better not stimulate him further…
“Actually, I didn’t really suffer much…” she said dryly.
This woman indeed wasn’t jumping up and down like before, nor did she have that righteous indignation of “you’re unreasonable”…
This was what that little rascal said – women’s hearts are soft, and if you retreat one step, she can retreat ten steps…
Chang Yuncheng couldn’t help but smile.