The large office was now occupied by only two people, accompanied by a rich, fragrant perfu scent.
One was Chu Xinran, whose palm was scraped, and the other was Qin Yun, disinfecting her wound with an alcohol swab.
“Hiss, it hurts a bit.”
Chu Xinran cried out in pain, looking pitifully at Qin Yun, seemingly begging her to be gentler.
Qin Yun sneered inwardly, thinking: This is nothing. Cutting flesh with a dull knife is real pain.
Can’t handle this?
Then how dare you flirt with Fang Zhou?
But Qin Yun was soone whose anger manifested in a more gentle and smiling deanor.
She smiled at Chu Xinran, “This is disinfecting, a necessary step before applying dicine. You should have experience from before.”
Qin Yun referred to the last ti on the island when she treated Chu Xinran’s wounds.
Why didn’t she cry out in pain then? And now, with such a small wound, she suddenly beca so delicate. Perhaps knowing soone would feel sorry for her?
Thinking this, the darkness in Qin Yun’s eyes deepened, and her hand unintentionally applied more pressure.
“Ah! It hurts.”
Chu Xinran, being only human, naturally felt the pain in her normal state, unlike when she was in a self-destructive frenzy.
At those tis, the emotional pain outweighed the physical, leading to such actions.
Qin Yun realized she was being harsh and cald herself, reminding herself: Stay calm, more important things are ahead.
She gently raised the alcohol swab, soothing Chu Xinran while wiping the wound again.
“Alright, alright, bear with it, it’ll be over soon.”
Indeed, within a minute, the wound was cleaned.
Chu Xinran breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, “Sister Qin, are you angry?”
Why was she angry? Was it because she kissed Fang Zhou just now?
Or because she saw Fang Zhou carrying her?
Either way, it indicated that Qin Yun had special feelings for Fang Zhou.
On the island, Qin Yun didn’t send Fang Zhou a ssage twice, which should have been a signal.
A signal that Qin Yun didn’t like Fang Zhou.
So, why was she angry now?
Chu Xinran’s mind raced, and she decided to ask directly.
After her question, the office fell into an eerie silence.
Qin Yun turned to get the dicine without instantly answering Chu Xinran.
It wasn’t until she had the dicinal powder ready to apply to Chu Xinran’s hand that she countered, “Why would you think I’m angry?”
Chu Xinran honestly didn’t know. Qin Yun seed so gentle and kind, always smiling, not appearing angry at all.
But a woman’s sixth sense told her that Qin Yun was indeed angry now.
She answered truthfully, “I don’t know, I just felt it.”
Qin Yun’s smile deepened, and she sprinkled the dicinal powder on Chu Xinran’s wound.
“Then why do you think I’m angry?”
Chu Xinran felt a burning sensation on the wound, as if sothing was on fire, but it was soon cooled by the dicine.
“Um, I guess it’s because you saw Fang Zhou carrying .”
Chu Xinran’s pure and innocent deanor made her words seem unguarded, like a naive fawn.
Her tone was both innocent and natural, not at all like testing Qin Yun.
Qin Yun’s hand didn’t waver, her expression remained soft, revealing no cracks.
“Why would I be angry about that?”
After applying the powder, Qin Yun fetched a bandage to wrap the wound.
“I don’t know. You seem to dislike Fang Zhou, so logically, you wouldn’t be angry about this.”
Suddenly Chu Xinran’s head felt dizzy, and she beca sleepy.
She turned, laying her head on her free hand on the table, murmuring softly, “Why would you be angry? It’s really strange...”
With that, Chu Xinran closed her eyes.
Her mouth still pondered why Qin Yun was angry, but her mind had already fallen asleep.
With Chu Xinran quiet, the office beca silent too.
Only the cicadas outside kept chirping, signaling the arrival of sumr.
The window’s glass reflected the shadow of soone still moving, her curly hair falling smoothly behind her, her graceful figure faintly visible through the strands.
Finishing the last round of bandaging, Qin Yun placed Chu Xinran’s hand back on the table.
Her gaze fell on the other side of the desk, where Chu Xinran’s phone lay.
Qin Yun’s hand hesitated between the phone and a pair of scissors, eventually picking up the phone.
Oh well, wishful thinking shouldn’t lead to rash actions.
Using Chu Xinran’s hand to unlock the phone, Qin Yun opened it to see the wallpaper.
She raised her eyebrows slightly, the darkness in her eyes growing thicker.
It was a youthful photo.
Fang Zhou, around 22, wearing a graduation gown, held flowers in front of his university.
And beside him stood Chu Xinran.
They smiled at each other, captured like a golden couple.
Qin Yun sneered, whispering, “So they knew each other long ago.”
She thought back to when Chu Xinran suddenly called Fang Zhou “brother” while cooking on the island.
That made no sense.
Who calls a guy they just t “brother” unless they’re a little green tea?
But Chu Xinran clearly wasn’t that type.
In hindsight, Fang Zhou’s explanation was flimsy. How did she fall for it?
Qin Yun was angry at her own stupidity.
But more so at Fang Zhou’s deceit.
Maybe Chu Xinran was also his ex-girlfriend.
Adding Han Xi and herself, three exes in one dating show. This guy had guts.
The more Qin Yun looked at the photo, the more it irked her.
Young Fang Zhou and young Chu Xinran looked perfect together.
Jealousy twisted and scread within her, wanting to destroy sothing.
Qin Yun’s heart churned with bitterness.
She gritted her teeth, quickly sending the photo to her phone via Bluetooth.
Then, she opened Chu Xinran’s album, found the wallpaper photo, and deleted it without hesitation.
What I can’t have, no one else can.
If it exists, destroy it.
If it can’t be destroyed, destroy the person.
Qin Yun placed the phone back, her eyes cold and determined.
tln : finally, now Qin Yun only need to know that Sisi also Fang Zhou’s ex
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