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

Sunlight, slanted by the sudden scorching wind, pierced through the carved wooden windows, casting dappled shadows on the white wall behind the two.

Her soft voice soothed him.

Like a gentle rain blowing from Jiangnan, it moistened the heat in the wind, and with the swaying shadows on the white wall, it gently touched the bones like ripples, stirring the leisurely afternoon.

The stench of blood filled Si Qing's nostrils as he stared at the woman's pale face so close to his. Her clear eyes reflected his reflection, filled with a cautious nervousness, and his vision gradually became unfocused.

Yu Jinzhao noticed that he was not in good condition. She wrapped her delicate hand around his broad shoulder and reached his back in an embracing motion. She found the acupoint to stop the bleeding and pressed it down firmly.

This resulted in her being almost pressed against him.

The woman's supple figure was felt with exceptional clarity by the man's muscular physique.

His breathing was heavy and disordered. Amidst the thick stench of blood, he caught a whiff of her fragrance. The mist in his eyes was dispelled by the moonlight, leaving them clear and cold as ink.

Then, his blood-stained, cold palm grasped her warm wrist and gently pushed her down.

Si Qing sat up, leaning against the bedside table in a slumped state. His cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled softly before slowly opening his lips…

"What misunderstanding could there be between us?"

"..."

Yu Jinzhao looked at him with some surprise.

The man's handsome face was deathly pale, contrasting sharply with the overly bright red of his blood, like an ice lotus falling into a volcano, revealing a breathtaking beauty that disregarded life and death.

Even though they were so close, the shimmering light and shadows on the white wall cast shadows around him, making it difficult for her to see his eyes clearly.

But you could sense that he was very clear-headed and calm, as if he were describing something perfectly ordinary.

Is she overthinking things?

She blinked and said, "Then why did you suddenly argue with me the night you left? Your attitude towards me now is different from before. I've thought about it for a long time these past few days, and I can feel that you used to genuinely consider me a friend."

She had misunderstood before, and he had mocked her for being fake, so she retorted that she was also fake. But then she thought about it and realized that someone as proud as Si Qing would never flatter or fawn over anyone.

Si Qing rubbed his temples, his demeanor refined and aloof, completely devoid of the madness he had just displayed. His tone was cool and detached.

"Your father saved me."

So, you treated her as a friend in the past to repay a debt of gratitude?

Once the debt of gratitude has been repaid, we are naturally no longer friends.

Yu Jinchao frowned. Although he had received a reasonable explanation, he still felt empty inside.

If it's that simple, then why did he look at her with the kind of eyes that suggested she betrayed him?

Just as I was about to ask more questions, Yin Zhuo came in with her medicine box.

Yu Jinzhao had no choice but to suppress his doubts and let Yin Zhuo take off Si Qing's shirt.

Si Qing's cold gaze forced Yin Zhuo back, and he unbuttoned his shirt himself.

In an instant, the man's broad shoulders, narrow waist, and firm, muscular chest were fully revealed.

Yu Jinzhao's eyelids felt slightly hot; even though she had seen it, she was still a little shy.

This man has such a great physique!

Any more would make him look bulky, any less would make him look thin, but he has just the right amount of proportions, a perfect golden ratio, and he feels great to the touch.

She had initially felt it wasn't worth it to cooperate with his kiss, but now, seeing how delectable he looked, she realized it was all for naught.

I felt inexplicably relieved, and it wasn't unfair that I got a kiss.

She couldn't help but glance at him again, her gaze inadvertently meeting his gentle yet roguish charm. His features were deep and handsome, tinged with a hint of doubt.

"Is Dr. Yu genuinely concerned about my condition, or is he using treatment as a pretext to satisfy his own selfish desires?"

This phrase, "Dr. Yu," carries a dangerous undertone that is worth pondering.

He suspects she's lusting after him again!

However, she has now cultivated herself to the point where she can calmly face such awkward questions and even ignore them automatically.

"Turn around." She took out medical gloves, bent down, and put them on.

He turned slightly to the side, his deep eyes remaining fixed on her.

Her gaze fell on his broad, muscular back, his shoulder blades slightly bulging, the lines of his muscles clearly defined and sculpted. Every muscle was beautifully sculpted.

However, the old scars on his back were particularly numerous and shocking to behold.

But the most striking feature was a deep, dark scar near his waist, running all the way down to his abdomen.

The blood on his body was flowing from the scar.

But the scar was clearly from before, at least two or three years ago.

This blood...

She took out a silver needle and pricked his scar; the base of the needle gradually began to turn black.

"Uterine bleeding poison," Yu Jinzhao said, frowning.

The so-called "hemoptysis poison" is a torturous poison formula developed by various malicious poison doctors in the secret passages.

Those poisoned will experience severe bleeding once a month, requiring them to lie still as movement will worsen the bleeding and lead to death from blood loss.

The blood was flowing from his scar, so the person who injured him had smeared hemostatic poison on the knife, intending to kill him.

"Si Qing, do you have a death wish?" Yu Jinzhao's expression suddenly turned cold as she looked at him incredulously.

When she mentioned hemorrhage, neither he nor Yin Zhuo reacted, which meant they also knew it was hemorrhage.

Knowing that Si Qing was still moving around recklessly during his blood loss, what else could it be but courting death?