The Counterattack of a Wealthy Family's Substitute

Although Yao Yingxi knew that Xi Yuanchen was teasing her, she was not rough and was very gentle and careful. Until she finished washing her hair, the wound on Xi Yuanchen's shoulder did not get wet.

Xi Yuanchen stood up, his deep eyes gazing at a certain spot: "Alright, you can leave now."

Yao Yingxi paused, holding the hair dryer, and looked at Xi Yuanchen, puzzled.

Xi Yuanchen spoke again: "No need to help me wash it, go out."

His tone was cold, and his eyes were deep; it didn't seem like he was teasing, nor did it seem like he was faking it.

Yao Yingxi's face stiffened, but she didn't hesitate for long before putting down the hairdryer and saying to Xi Yuanchen, "Mr. Xi, please be careful not to get it wet."

Xi Yuanchen remained silent.

Yao Yingxi gritted her teeth and went out, her face somewhat pale.

She didn't know what was wrong with Xi Yuanchen. Why was he suddenly in such a bad mood? Had she done something to upset him?

But I didn't say anything or do anything out of line.

She came out of the bedroom with her clothes slightly damp, stood at the door for a while, and then walked to the dressing room to get her clothes before going to the guest room to take a shower.

She had been very careful to keep Xi Yuanchen's wound dry, and had changed positions several times, so she inevitably got wet.

The apartment has two empty rooms, both with bathrooms, but neither has a bathtub like the master bedroom.

Yao Yingxi stood under the showerhead, letting the water soak her from head to toe. Xi Yuanchen suddenly felt down, and her mind went blank. Not daring to stay in the bathroom for long, she quickly came out and dried her hair to avoid splashing water onto Xi Yuanchen.

When she came out of the guest room, she found the living room empty and assumed that Xi Yuanchen had already finished showering and was in the study.

He opened the door to the study, but it was empty. His brows furrowed even more as he walked to the bedroom, which was also empty.

All I could see was the bathroom light on and the sound of dripping water.

She walked anxiously to the bathroom door and knocked: "Mr. Xi, Mr. Xi."

There was no response from inside. She was worried that Xi Yuanchen's wound should not get wet, so she opened the bathroom door without thinking.

At this moment, she stood under the showerhead, her hair, which was almost dry, was still wet.

Water dripped from the ends of her hair, sliding down her neck to her body.

She quickly went over and turned off the shower.

At this moment, Xi Yuanchen's back was completely soaked with gauze, leaving a red patch.

Yao Yingxi's breath hitched. She hurriedly looked around the bathroom and saw a bath towel hanging on the wall. She quickly went over, grabbed the towel, and placed it on Xi Yuanchen to dry his hair.

"Mr. Xi, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, he abruptly stopped, the warning from Xi Yuanchen echoing in his mind, and dared not ask any further questions.

When Xi Yuanchen saw Yao Yingxi in front of him, he suddenly reached out and hugged her.

Yao Yingxi was stunned, suddenly unsure what to do with her hands.

After a long while, she reached up to Xi Yuanchen's back, avoiding the injured area, and gently patted it.

The slightly cool hands and the scent of his hair, which smelled like the same shampoo he used, invaded Xi Yuanchen's mind through his sense of smell.

His thoughts, which had been trapped in a cage, were finally released. He looked at Yao Yingxi's hair whorl and released his hands from her back.

Yao Yingxi stepped away from his embrace, raising her eyes with concern: "Mr. Xi, let's go out."

The voice was filled with suppressed fear and tension.

Xi Yuanchen nodded, and Yao Yingxi naturally handed him the clothes to wear, showing no trace of her earlier nervousness and blushing. At this moment, her heart was more concerned about Xi Yuanchen's injuries.

As the two of them came out of the bathroom, Yao Yingxi said to Xi Yuanchen, "Mr. Xi, please wait on the sofa for a moment. I'll go get the first-aid kit and change your dressing."

Xi Yuanchen nodded, watching Yao Yingxi's figure leave before turning his gaze away.

For a fleeting moment in the bathroom, he thought of things that had happened before.

She was just as gentle, but it wasn't the same person.

Yao Yingxi returned with the medicine box and carefully cut open the gauze wrapped around Xi Yuanchen's body with scissors.

The wound had cracked and turned white due to being soaked in water for a long time.

Looking at the wound, Yao Yingxi's eyes reddened, and tears streamed down her face.

After cleaning the wound several times with anti-inflammatory solution, Yao Yingxi's voice choked with emotion: "Mr. Xi, why don't we go to the hospital?"

The wound is red, swollen, and whitish; it looks like it's infected.

Xi Yuanchen turned his head and noticed that Yao Yingxi was crying, her eyes red like a little white rabbit. He felt inexplicably sad and raised his hand to touch her hair: "It's okay, you don't need to go. You can help me apply the medicine."

Yao Yingxi stared blankly at his work for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes and nodded: "Mr. Xi, I'm sorry, it's all because of me. Otherwise, you wouldn't be in this situation. I've dragged you down."

“If I hadn’t gone to take a shower and had just stayed by the door, you wouldn’t have been soaking in the water for so long.”

She was immediately overwhelmed with self-blame, like a child who had done something wrong, counting the mistakes she had made one by one.

Xi Yuanchen frowned: "These things are not your fault. Help me apply the medicine properly, my wound is a little painful."

Upon hearing Xi Yuanchen's words, Yao Yingxi quickly looked up, took the medicine, and sprinkled it onto the wound little by little.

Finally, she wrapped the gauze up again, rummaged through the medicine box, and took out a pill. This time, she didn't leave the medicine box in the bedroom but went out to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

Yao Yingxi handed the pills to Xi Yuanchen: "Mr. Xi."

Xi Yuanchen was puzzled and frowned slightly when he saw the medicine.

Yao Yingxi continued, "Take some medicine first to reduce the inflammation."

The wound was already red and swollen, and it was probably infected. Xi Yuanchen refused to go to the hospital, but fortunately, Su Che gave her some medicine before leaving.

Otherwise, besides buying some daily necessities like anti-inflammatory ointments and gauze at the pharmacy, she never thought of buying anti-inflammatory drugs.

Hearing Yao Yingxi say that, he felt a surge of warmth welling up inside him.

He took the medicine from her hand and swallowed it, tilting his head back. Seeing his action, Yao Yingxi handed him some water.

Xi Yuanchen took a sip of water and handed the glass back to Yao Yingxi.

Yao Yingxi put the water glass on the table and went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

"Mr. Xi, turn around and let me dry your hair for you, otherwise you'll catch a cold."

Actually, the heating in the apartment was on quite high, so Xi Yuanchen wouldn't catch a cold.

But she didn't want to mention it for fear of touching her wound, lest Xi Yuanchen think something.

Seeing that scar just now felt like a knife was cutting into her heart, like she was being slowly tortured.

Xi Yuanchen saw that she was holding a hairdryer, nodded, and leaned against the sofa.

A warm breeze wafted from the hairdryer, and soft hands ran through my hair.

Yao Yingxi lowered her eyes and rubbed Xi Yuanchen's body with her hands.

Xi Yuanchen's hair is very stiff. Perhaps because of this, he has a few gray hairs on his head.

Yao Yingxi's lips curled up slightly, the atmosphere became a little tense, and she teased, "Mr. Xi has never been married or had children, and his hair has turned white."

When I was a child, I often heard adults joke about gray hair, saying that those who didn't get married or have children were getting old.

Xi Yuanchen was stunned.

Yao Yingxi, holding a hairdryer between her fingers, used both hands to pull out white hairs from Xi Yuanchen's head: "Really, I'm not lying to you."

As if to prove she wasn't lying, she placed a white hair in Xi Yuanchen's hand.

Xi Yuanchen frowned unhappily when he saw the white hair in front of him.