"..." Jiaojiao instinctively hid her left hand behind her.
The scar stretched across her entire palm. Although it had already healed, the pink lines left behind by the stitches made it look even more grotesque, like a fleshy centipede.
Jiaojiao had disliked this scar for quite a while now and naturally didn’t want Ruan Hao to see such an ugly blemish on her hand.
Back then, she had been hospitalized. It happened during a ti when Ruan Hao hadn’t returned to the Shu Family, so he was completely unaware of Jiaojiao’s injury. He only noticed it himself just after arriving ho, when Jiaojiao held his right hand. However, there were a lot of people present at the ti, and he didn’t ask about it in detail—it rely etched itself into his mory.
"What is it, Jiaojiao? Could it be there’s sothing your big brother isn’t allowed to see?" Ruan Hao asked, feigning an expression of hurt.
Jiaojiao pressed her lips together. Even though she knew he was only pretending, she still couldn’t bear it and reluctantly stretched out her small hand.
From the end of her middle finger to her wrist, a five-to-six-centiter pink mark ca into view, revealing just how deep and severe the injury had been at the ti.
"How did you get hurt?" he asked.
Jiaojiao swore she could hear traces of coldness in his voice, even though his face remained gentle as ever.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, Jiaojiao bit her lip. "I cut myself. I was drinking milk, and the bottle shattered, so it cut ."
It was probably impossible to find another person in the whole world who could injure themselves so severely just from drinking milk. Even Jiaojiao herself felt a bit mortified.
Ruan Hao didn’t say a word.
Feeling nervous, Jiaojiao tugged on his sleeve. "Big brother, are you mad?"
Ruan Hao shook his head. He only lifted her sleeve, glanced at the undamaged Peace Rope on her wrist, seed to let out a breath of relief, and then gently said, "Be more careful next ti."
Jiaojiao nodded repeatedly, understanding her own clumsy nature. She resolved that she’d never handle things herself in the future. After all, she had a bunch of brothers—why not let them take care of things for her?
Ruan Hao held Jiaojiao’s left hand. In the end, he still couldn’t help but feel distressed. His index finger repeatedly brushed against the scar in her palm.
Jiaojiao took the opportunity to fully indulge in being spoiled, leaning almost entirely into his arms by the end, her small mouth chattering non-stop. Ruan Hao, from start to finish, remained patient and doting. For this little sister, he seed to pour out all the warmth he had accumulated over his lifeti.
Old Master Shu, who had once been a low-profile individual, had beco increasingly fond of showing off. He reserved the largest hotel in Beidu, and as soon as the two cars stopped at the hotel entrance, attendants imdiately stepped forward to receive them.
They were led down the corridors toward their private room.
Jiaojiao, holding Ruan Hao’s hand, couldn’t resist tilting her head up to take in the brightly lit, extravagant hotel, paying no attention to where she was walking. Beside her, Ruan Hao did not scold her but instead gently reminded her along the way.
Old Master Shu had reserved the largest private room, spanning sixty to seventy square ters. It was equipped with a television, a sofa—essentially a small living room—and staffed by ten uniford attendants standing by.
This was the first ti Jiaojiao had entered such a luxurious hotel, and while tongue-tied, she couldn’t help but cast a look of sympathy toward their family’s Ruan big-shot. A private room here was nearly half the size of their family’s restaurant before it had been remodeled...
Of course, she would never disparage their small family restaurant. But she knew their family’s big-shot must have so thoughts about it.
After all, back when Grandfather visited the Ruan Family, the greatest selling point Ruan big-shot had was that very restaurant.
User Comments
0 comments from readers