Gu Yan felt that Rong Mochen was really different tonight.
When he asked him to sit down, he did obediently.
With a sulky bite to his lower lip, Gu Yan dialed the hotel line again to order a bottle of red wine.
Gu Yan brought two glasses, poured one-third into each, and was about to suggest disinfecting and applying dicine, when soone picked up the glass and drank it all at once.
Gu Yan twitched at the mouth, hurriedly filled another glass for him, and just as he was putting down the wine bottle, he saw the throat rolling down again, as another glass was emptied.
"..." Gu Yan pressed his lips together, thought for a mont, and said, "Boss Rong, you need to savor red wine to truly appreciate its taste, you can’t drink it like that."
Rong Mochen covered his long, black lashes, his mouth corner and side face marred with bruises, which didn’t detract from his handso appearance but added a wild sexiness.
Gu Yan hesitated for a mont, deliberately placing the wine bottle at a far corner of the coffee table, then picked up the dical box and walked to his side.
Putting the dical box on the coffee table, he roughly grabbed his hand and examined it, clicked his tongue twice, pulled out disinfectant, and looked at Rong Mochen, "Boss Rong, this might hurt a bit, please endure it."
With that, he placed Rong Mochen’s hand on his own thigh, drew a cotton ball, soaked it with disinfectant, and started cleaning the wound.
Seeing he didn’t react at all to how he was treating the wound, Gu Yan grew bolder, feeling it took too long to wipe, directly poured disinfectant on Rong Mochen’s hand back.
Initially careful, slowly pouring the liquid, in the end, his hand shook and half of the disinfectant splashed onto Rong Mochen’s hand back.
Gu Yan inhaled sharply, just watching felt painful!
Clumsily, he pulled out a clump of dical cotton from the box, hurriedly wiping the excess disinfectant.
After wiping, Gu Yan froze.
Slowly lifting his head to look at Rong Mochen.
Rong Mochen leaned on the sofa, his white shirt collar speckled with blood, looking up from below only revealed his sharply defined jawline, and he didn’t show any breath.
Gu Yan swallowed, an invisible panic covered his heart, his hand was injured so badly, the disinfectant was highly irritating, yet when it splashed onto his cut, he didn’t even make a sound.
Gu Yan’s eyes slowly moved from his chin to his chest, broad and solid, the shirt clung tightly to his abdon faintly outlining smooth muscle lines.
Yet his chest showed no signs of rise and fall.
Gu Yan was shocked to the point of turning pale, he adjusted his posture, still holding the disinfectant, slowly reaching towards his breath.
As soon as his fingers approached, Gu Yan’s back shook violently, he quickly dropped the disinfectant, grabbed Rong Mochen’s shoulders, his voice anxious, "Boss Rong, Boss Rong, you’re not breathing, are you dead, Boss Rong..."
"..."
Rong Mochen was shaken, his cold face maintained a silence, only his quiet hanging lashes slowly lifted, eyes extending out emotionless as they stared at Gu Yan.
Gu Yan, "..."
Gu Yan’s expression froze, staring intently at Rong Mochen for a while, then suddenly exhaled, leaned back into the sofa clutching his heart, comforting his severely frightened heart, muttered to himself, "Luckily, luckily it’s okay, otherwise when I go back, they’d surely skin alive!"
Rong Mochen glanced sideways at Gu Yan, sat up straight, grabbed the bottle placed deliberately far away, and with the bottle neck guzzled.
Gu Yan watched this stance, feeling his heart and organs uneasy.
Looking bitterly at Rong Mochen, "Boss Rong, don’t just drink, at least let know what happened, okay?"
At least tell him who hit him so he can avenge him, right!
The result was, Rong Mochen still ignored him.
Gu Yan knew his own limits and didn’t persuade him to stop drinking, not because he didn’t want to, but knowing it was useless.
Seeing him drink so fiercely, several tis he wanted to forcibly snatch the wine bottle from him, but didn’t dare! Couldn’t beat him, even though he was wounded now!
So Gu Yan did what he could, which was handling his wound.
Even though before he treated him roughly, he hadn’t cried out a single pained noise, Gu Yan still treated him with so care
After managing to apply dicine on his hand, he had emptied an entire wine bottle, his brow furrowed, eyes black and cold as he silently stared at him.
Gu Yan sighed, and ordered another bottle of red wine from the server.
Gu Yan thought, maybe he hadn’t seen Rong Mochen lose control like this before due to alcohol, so at this mont, he was overly frightened, forgetting any reaction.
Rong Mochen grabbed his throat, and punched him in the stomach.
You see, Gu Yan had just co out of the bathroom, a single towel barely covering him, and that punch landed precisely on his abdon, like a stone hamr.
Gu Yan was pained so much his eyes widened, his belly collapsing, baby face twisted, shocked as he stared at Rong Mochen.
When the second punch landed, Gu Yan felt his intestines were broken into pieces, his eye rims were wet with pain, yet he hadn’t reacted to dodge.
Not until the third punch fell, Gu Yan coughed violently from the beating, felt another punch and he might ascend to heaven.
Only from survival instinct, Gu Yan began to struggle.
Just as he moved, his body was suddenly airborne.
Gu Yan’s mind blurred, looking down to see he was lifted by Rong Mochen, this man of strength seed ready to smash him down any minute.
Gu Yan was scared out of his wits, tears streaming down inside.
He felt that if he were to die at the hands of Rong Mochen today, he would die with more injustice than Dou E, unable to rest in peace!
One hand pressing his stomach, the other gripping Rong Mochen’s shoulder as hard as iron, Gu Yan coughed and looked at Rong Mochen’s flushed yet cruel visage, trying to call his consciousness back, "Cough cough, Rong, Boss Rong, spare your hand, I, I am Gu, aww~~~"
Before Gu Yan could finish speaking, Rong Mochen threw him out.
The only fortunate thing was that Gu Yan landed on a soft sofa.
Gu Yan clutched his waist, not yet having ti to celebrate his narrow escape, as he caught a glimpse of Rong Mochen walking towards him like a possessed demon.
Looking at his sinister face, Gu Yan nearly knelt down!
Supporting his waist, he crawled off the sofa and fled into the suite’s bedroom at the fastest speed of his life, quickly locking the door behind him, leaning against it, feeling so wronged he was about to cry!
Bang——
Gu Yan’s back went numb, his eyes wide with fear, turning his head to look at the door.
Bang bang——
"..." Gu Yan felt like tonight was his day of doom!
He moved all the movable items in the room to block the doorway, finally, Gu Yan sprinted to the bed, grabbed the quilt and covered himself firmly from the neck down, leaving only a pair of terrified eyes staring at the door.
That night felt like a century long for Gu Yan.
The largest private hospital in S City.
Ying Jingyao was a shareholder of this hospital and an honorary professor who wasn’t stationed there regularly; unless it was a particularly tricky patient, he would intervene.
So, when Ying Jingyao brought Ye Xiao to the hospital, she received tily treatnt imdiately.
The diagnosis ca out that two of Ye Xiao’s scapula bones were broken, requiring hospitalization.
Ye Xiao lay prone on the bed in a VIP ward, face buried in the pillow, her exposed temples were drenched with sweat, sticking around her ear.
Ying Jingyao sat on the stool by her bed, bloodshot eyes holding one of her hands.
Ye Xiao slowly turned her face towards Ying Jingyao, her fair little face appeared livid from intense pain, her thick long eyelashes weakly opening, looking at Ying Jingyao, "Jingyao."
"Mm." Ying Jingyao replied hoarsely, holding Ye Xiao’s hand to his lips.
"The injuries on your face, let the nurse clean them up for you." Ye Xiao’s eyes reflected worry.
Ying Jingyao suddenly closed his eyes, resting his forehead on the back of Ye Xiao’s hand, not speaking for a while.
Subtly, Ye Xiao felt a sudden warmth on the back of her hand.
Her eyelashes trembled hard, Ye Xiao opened her eyes wide, sowhat flustered trying to get up, "Jingyao, you..."
"Don’t move!" Ying Jingyao tightened his grip on Ye Xiao’s fingertips, lifting his gaze to stare at Ye Xiao.
Ye Xiao’s face grew stiff, looking at his scarlet eyes, her chest filled with waves of discomfort, her voice low and hoarse, "Jingyao, don’t be like this."
Ying Jingyao held a somber face, his clear and handso features now slightly nacing, "Why did you take that kick for ?"
"..." Ye Xiao’s pale lips gently twitched, unable to speak.
"I’d rather take ten hits, a hundred hits myself than let you suffer any injury, don’t you understand?" Ying Jingyao’s eyes welled with more red, his voice hoarse as if another person was speaking.
Ye Xiao stared at his wounded eye corner, lashes wet and heavy, facing a man furious before her for the first ti, she felt not a bit of fear.
Ye Xiao stretched her fingertips, softly smiling at him, "Co here."
Ying Jingyao, rarely stubborn, refused to listen, glaring at her.
Ye Xiao’s back was in great pain, yet she laughed aloud, "Co here, I’ll give you candy."
Ye Xiao’s tone was just like when humoring Xixi.
Ying Jingyao’s lips twitched, in his heart, he was rely angry at himself for not protecting her, being harsh to her was because of deep pain, pain that she protected him instead of herself at the critical mont!
But watching her clearly fatigued and weak, yet trying to cheer him up, his heart was filled with only care.
Pressing his lips together, Ying Jingyao sat at the edge of the bed, eyes moist looking at her with tenderness.
Ye Xiao smiled again, "Co down a bit."
Ying Jingyao’s eyes flickered lightly, leaning down.
Ye Xiao took her hand out from his palm, her icy fingertips gently brushing the wound at his eye corner, brow lightly furrowed, softly saying, "If you don’t let the nurse treat your wound, what if it gets infected?"
Ying Jingyao was indifferent, once more squeezing her soft hand in his palm, "It’s nothing."
"Leaving a scar is no big deal?" Ye Xiao looked at him.
Ying Jingyao shook his head, "I am a man, a scar is nothing."
Ye Xiao was silent for a long while, staring at him with a low voice, "If you don’t even cherish yourself, how can I expect you to cherish in the future?"
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