Unbridled, Depraved

Back in the ward, Xie Jincheng slowly walked to the bed and sat down in silence.

"That... Old Xie..."

Song Yubai's face was full of guilt, his lips moved but he couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Xie Jincheng's face was as calm as water, and he spoke softly, "I have already watched the surveillance video. This matter has nothing to do with you."

There was no trace of blame in his voice. Song Yubai was suddenly so moved that she wanted to cry. "No, even if you don't blame me, I won't forgive myself!"

Xie Jincheng's eyes remained on Shen Qianhe the entire time, without even raising his eyelids, and he just spoke calmly:

"In that case, please give more money to Chizuru and I at our wedding next month."

Song Yubai was shocked. "Next month? Didn't you say a few days ago that you were not in a hurry to get married?"

Gu Wanwan, who was sitting aside with her eyes swollen from crying, sniffed when she heard this and turned to look at Xie Jincheng.

Xie Jincheng held Shen Qianhe's hand in his palm and said solemnly: "I was inconsiderate last time. This time, I want to give her the most grand and eye-catching wedding in the whole capital."

"..."

After seeing off Song Yubai and Gu Wanwan, Shen Qianhe and Xie Jincheng were the only ones left in the spacious intensive care unit.

During this period, the attending physician came several times.

The doctor said that Shen Qianhe's injuries were not serious, just a slight concussion and abrasions. After she wakes up and is observed for three days, she can go home.

When Shen Qianhe opened his eyes, it was already night.

The familiar smell of hospital disinfectant wafted into my nose, followed by a surge of soreness throughout my body.

Most importantly, she could clearly feel that her head was wrapped in gauze, and not only that, her arms and hands were also wrapped in gauze.

In a trance, Shen Qianhe thought that he had returned to the ICU ward in his previous life that specialized in treating burns.

In an instant, fear and despair crept into my heart.

Was everything that happened before just a dream?

"what--"

Shen Qianhe screamed. Xie Jincheng, who was sitting on the sofa, heard the sound, immediately put down the documents in his hand, and walked quickly towards Shen Qianhe.

"don't want--"

Shen Qianhe thought the person was a nurse who came to change the dressing, so she hid under the quilt in fear. Her body was shaking violently, like a frightened kitten.

"Chizuru!"

Xie Jincheng gently pulled back the quilt with one hand and stroked her back with the other, his voice as gentle as possible: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Don't...don't change the medicine..."

Hearing this, Xie Jincheng paused while caressing her back with his fingertips, and then he heard Shen Qianhe burying her face in the quilt and sobbing as she continued:

"Changing the dressing hurts... Can I not change the dressing?"

When the door of the ward was pushed open by seven or eight doctors in white coats, Shen Qianhe's fear reached its peak.

Her curled up body was shaking like a sieve, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes were full of fear and helplessness.

Just when she was about to collapse, a warm and strong embrace embraced her.

The refreshing and pleasant mint smell rushes into the nose.

In my ears, there is the man's extremely gentle voice:

"Okay, okay, we won't change the medicine."

"Don't be afraid, my dear, I'm always here..."

The doctors and nurses in the ward were all stunned. They never expected that this living devil who was famous for his brutality and killing in Beijing actually had such a gentle and considerate side in private!

It seems that many rumors outside are indeed untrue.

At the end of the crowd stood Shen Qianyu who had hurried over.

Her little face was flushed and her breathing was a little rapid. She was also a little surprised when she saw the scene in front of her.

It turns out that my sister really didn't lie to her...