Imdiately following, Shen Yanhe heard a pig-like squeal next to her ear.
The sound ca so suddenly that Shen Yanhe's body shivered, but there was not a trace of fear on the face that was against Fu Yanhe's chest, instead, there was a hint of amusent.
How curious.
Wasn't it rumored that this eldest son of the Fu Family was indifferent towards won, and even tortured three fiancées to death?
Why would he co here?
Could it be that he thought she was about to run away and ca personally to capture her?
Shen Yanhe blinked, slling the faint scent of sandalwood at the tip of her nose.
However.
This man had the misfortune of running into Fu Yanhe, he truly had bad luck for eight generations.
Fu Yanhe felt the warm and trembling softness in his arms, his eyelids lifted, his voice icy, "Too noisy."
Wu Fang reached out, grabbed a disposable towel from the bed, and stuffed it into Chen Haowu's mouth, who was screaming terribly.
Chen Haowu: "Mmm mmm!!"
The pig-like squealing turned into a muffled cry of pain.
Five minutes later, the noise stopped.
Only then did Shen Yanhe stiffly raise her head, her eyes first eting the pallor of his skin and that delicate collarbone, then upwards, the long neck and refined Adam's apple.
Moving further up, there was the distinct jawline, and those lightly colored, seemingly kissable pale lips, paired with the terribly ugly face of an Asura.
Burn scars red as fire, knife marks chaotically etched across his fair cheeks, and a pair of pitch-black icy eyes slightly looking down at her.
Half Asura, half deity.
In that instant, Shen Yanhe's mind for so reason flashed back to the man who chased her today, who wore a half mask, revealing only the lower half of his face.
That face seed to overlap with the man before her.
Shen Yanhe thought distractedly, the lower half of that man's face exposed was just as exquisite as Fu Yanhe's.
That man must be quite handso, right?
Fu Yanhe watched the woman in his arms appearing dazed and foolish, his brows slightly furrowed.
Had this woman beco scared witless?
A flash of irritation crossed Fu Yanhe's eyes, his cool hand lifted, and gripping her soft cheek, he yanked it to the side, his beautiful lips parting slightly to utter coldly, "Shen Yanhe."
"Are you a pig? So stupid."
Feeling the painful blow to her cheek and coming back to her senses, Shen Yanhe: "..."
Whether handso or not, it turned out that all n were just as dog-like.
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Shen Yanhe raised her hand to knock away the demonic grasp on her cheek, and her body retreated from Fu Yanhe's embrace.
She rubbed her cheeks like a sea otter and looked at him with a puzzled gaze with her cat-like eyes, "Why have you co?"
"If I hadn't co, you would have been dead just now," Fu Yanhe replied without changing his expression, pinched his thumb and forefinger lightly, and a trace of regret quickly flickered through his heart.
Stupid head.
But a soft face.
Fu Yanhe looked at her with a mocking expression, "Shen Yanhe, do you believe everything the Shen Family tells you? They say there's a dical doctor here, and you naively co alone, is your head filled with water?"
Rembering the dangerous scene he had just witnessed, Fu Yanhe's expression grew even colder, his heart filled with increasing annoyance and a bit of anger.
Angry that, when she faced danger, she didn't know to run.
Shen Yanhe felt sowhat guilty and ashad being chastised by him; she actually had the ability to escape, but to keep it hidden, she had to keep Fu Yanhe in the dark for now.
After all, in front of Fu Yanhe, she had the image of a weak, powerless young woman.
She stood before him, obediently and cleverly apologizing, her round and lucid cat eyes filled with innocence, "I'm sorry, Yanhe, I made you worry."
Shen Yanhe instinctively reached out and grabbed Fu Yanhe's hand, holding onto his index finger just like she would when she sought comfort from her grandmother, gently shaking it.
"I just wanted to see if he was really a doctor, if he could truly treat Shen Huai, so I... I won't do it again."
The girl in front of him had skin as white as porcelain, her soft black hair falling beside her ears, and her cat eyes looking at him were moist and bright, both obedient and tender.
She seed like a small kitten who had done sothing wrong, owing and nuzzling against him, seeking his forgiveness.
Fu Yanhe's eyes abruptly deepened, as if sothing had struck his heart, yet his face remained expressionless, and he coldly withdrew his pointer finger from her hand, "Who's worried about you? Don't flatter yourself."
Standing in the corner of the room, Wu Fang, who had witnessed their interaction, was speechless: "..."
Unable to help himself, Wu Fang raised his hand to cover his eyes.
Young Master Ah.
Being haughty doesn't get you a wife!
"Alright, I understand." Shen Yanhe withdrew her hand, feeling a pang of regret that her coquettish tactics had failed, yet her face obediently and cleverly said, "Yanhe wasn't worried about , it was just my wishful thinking, don't be mad."
Fu Yanhe's face instantly darkened: "..."
Even though those were his words.
But why did they sound so irritating coming from her mouth?
Shen Yanhe had intended to sneak a peek at Chen Haowu's miserable state, but the expressionless man in front of her suddenly spoke, "Co push , we're going back."
Shen Yanhe had no choice but to step forward and push him out of the ssy room. Before leaving, Fu Yanhe glanced sideways, his gaze icily on Chen Haowu, who was lying on the ground, unconscious, "Wu Fang, clean up the scene, and dump him back at the Chen Family."
And the Shen Family.
It was ti to send soone there.
Lest they forget their place, not knowing who they can touch and who they can't!
Wu Fang: "Yes, Young Master."
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After Shen Yanhe had pushed Fu Yanhe away, Wu Fang made a phone call and summoned Liu Fang from below to help drag the second son of the Chen Family, who was now like a dead dog, out of there.
Liu Fang ca up and checked the injuries of the unconscious Chen Haowu, fed him a pill and suspended it, but couldn't help shaking his head, "Tragic, truly tragic. You really went hard on him."
"Not only are his limbs ruined, but that little brother of his is gone too, and four ribs are broken in his chest. If I had co just a step later, the second young master Chen would've been dead, tsk tsk tsk. And this face, it's basically destroyed."
Wu Fang blankly said, "His limbs and little brother were indeed ruined by , but I didn't hit his chest. These ribs and his face weren't my doing."
With his strength, a hit to the chest would have killed the second young master on the spot.
"Ah?" Si Fang, with a fair complexion, showed a trace of surprise, "Not you? Then who was it?"
Wu Fang's mind instantly flashed with a figure.
He and Liu Fang looked at each other.
Could it be...
Wu Fang swallowed, unable to suppress the speculation: "When Young Master and I first ca, there was only the young mistress in the room, it couldn't be... the young mistress, could it?"
The young mistress seed so delicate and timid, a loud voice could startle her.
How could she possibly break soone's ribs and leave them battered and bruised?
This would be more convincing if you said a sow climbed a tree!
"Impossible, probably just hurt himself accidentally sowhere," Liu Fang thought of Shen Yanhe's slender body, and those delicate fists, snorted, and directly dismissed Wu Fang's impractical speculation.
"Enough, hurry and return the man to the Chen Family."
With a cold snicker, Liu Fang kicked the unconscious Chen Haowu again, "Stirring trouble with our young master, the Chen Family might as well vanish."
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By now, Shen Yanhe and Fu Yanhe were sitting in the sedan.
The man sitting beside her, Fu Yanhe, had his eyes half-closed and showed no intention of speaking to her.
Shen Yanhe's gaze softened slightly, her heart feeling a bit complicated.
In truth, she ssaged Wu Fang only wanting to give Fu Yanhe peace of mind, to reassure him that she was actually busy with important matters and had no intention to run away.
But she didn't expect Fu Yanhe to co for her personally.
This was beyond her expectations.
She lifted her eyes, looking at the man whose deanor had cald down, pursed her lips, sighed inwardly, and said, "Thanks for your help just now, I owe you a favor again."
Fu Yanhe's half-closed eyes opened slightly, turning his head to look at her, his thick lashes casting a shadow, hiding the emotions in his eyes, his voice was cold but with a hint of mockery.
"Miss Shen only intends to thank with words?"
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