On the day of her return to China, she was tied up and coaxed by the richest man to get her marriage

Yu Jinzhao noticed that the bloodstains were an abnormally red color.

I'm a little confused. He was fine in the lychee orchard just now, so why is he suddenly bleeding so much? Could it be that he already had a wound that has now reopened?

Her beautiful eyes were both firm and resilient, and she spoke decisively, "No, excessive blood loss can be fatal; we must deal with it immediately."

Si Qing stopped in his tracks, seemingly surprised that she would contradict him. He scrutinized her with deep eyes, "Aren't you afraid of me anymore?"

Yu Jinzhao was stunned for a moment, then her little face became serious. "You are my patient, so I must protect your life."

Si Qing stared intently at the unyielding stubbornness in her eyes with his dark, unfathomable gaze, his jaw clenched, before he looked away expressionlessly.

At this moment, Yin Zhuo walked over from the corridor and saw the shocking bloodstains on Si Qingman's back. He said anxiously,

"Master Si, the team doctor instructed that you need to rest in bed during the hemorrhage. How can you move around so casually?"

Yu Jinzhao was taken aback. "What do you mean by 'postpartum hemorrhage'? What kind of injury did he suffer?"

Just as Yin Zhuo was about to explain, Si Qing interrupted him with a light, indifferent voice.

"Nothing to do with you."

Yu Jinzhao frowned, meeting the man's unfathomable black eyes. The light from the corridor was crisp and clear, falling on his pupils, a faint, dark hue floating within, sinking into a deep pool, his emotions unreadable.

"Don't meddle in things that aren't your business."

He seemed to be deliberately hiding his injuries, not wanting her to know.

But he was willing to let her treat even his headaches, so why was he so secretive about the wound on his back?

Suddenly, she remembered that she had glanced at the knife scar on his abdomen earlier, which seemed to be the direction from which he was bleeding now.

This only fueled her curiosity, as she was a practitioner of traditional Chinese medicine, and she asked Yin Zhuo in a clear, melodious voice,

"Go to the pharmacy and get my medicine box."

Si Qing's face was ashen, and his tone deepened, "I said, it has nothing to do with you."

Yu Jinzhao frowned, but remained calm and composed. "Si Qing, you don't seem to understand what I'm saying. I've said it before, you are my patient. Since I promised Mom I would cure you, I will never abandon you. You can decide on other things, but you have to listen to me when it comes to your treatment!"

Her unusual toughness, even bordering on tyranny, left Si Qing speechless as he met her gaze for a moment with his long, cold eyes.

Yin Zhuo glanced at Yu Jinzhao, then at Si Qing, and turned to leave.

"You're not allowed to go." Si Qing shouted sternly, his tall figure swaying slightly, probably due to excessive blood loss and exhaustion.

Without hesitation, Yu Jinzhao grabbed his arm, her beautiful face as cold and clear as the moon, and said in a voice that brooked no argument, "We must go!"

Si Qing traced her features with a somber expression, a surge of anger rising within him. He pinched the bridge of his nose, suppressing his rage, his voice carrying the calm before a storm.

"Are you teaching my people how to do things?"

She didn't back down and spoke up confidently, "Husband and wife are one. As long as I am your wife, I have the right to control and understand the people and things around you. This is a right granted to me by law. If you have any objections, you can divorce me."

well said!

No wonder she was the woman Master Si loved!

Yin Zhuo was filled with admiration. It was the first time he had seen the sharp-tongued Master Si rendered speechless. He inwardly applauded his wife, but said seriously, "What you say is right, Madam. I will go right away."

After saying that, he gave Si Qing a helpless look, then turned around and went to do his job.

Si Qing, "..."

His temples throbbed twice. Before he could speak, she supported him and, in a choking manner, led him straight into the master bedroom.

When he was healthy, he could easily control her, but now he's lost some of his energy and isn't in good condition, so he can't do anything about her.

They couldn't scare them away, couldn't push them away, and couldn't use their hands.

The man lowered his gaze to her hand gripping his arm. She was close, her delicate body occasionally rubbing against his waist, the fragrance of her hair wafting irritating him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and his breathing became heavier.

"Yu, Jin, Chao."

"boom."

The next second, she ruthlessly threw him onto the bed, and his already torn wounds overflowed with excruciating pain.

His face turned even paler, but he didn't utter a sound. He propped himself up and looked at her coolly.

"I slipped, are you alright?" Yu Jinzhao apologized as he reached out to check him.

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward. She gasped and fell onto him. The overwhelming smell of blood made her gasp.

Unconsciously, she braced her hands against his chest and was shocked to find that the blood had soaked through her body and even stained the sheets red. The scene was spectacular and frightening, but the man beneath her was completely unaware.

She remembered, but he wouldn't let go. His chest heaved violently, his cheek pressed against her neck, and he whispered harshly in her ear, his thin lips panting.

"You want me dead, don't you? You think you can get rid of me if I die? Let me tell you, don't even think about it. I won't let you go even if I die."

Yu Jinzhao's heart suddenly trembled. His words were sharp and menacing, as if they were branded from her ears and burned into the depths of her soul.

In that instant, she caught that suppressed, fierce look in his deep eyes again, staring straight at her as if he were looking at someone who had betrayed him.

Although it was fleeting, she was absolutely certain that her previous idea was correct.

"Si Qing... there might be a misunderstanding between us..."