At fifty, she remarried into a wealthy family; her ex-husband knelt down and begged for reconciliati

Upon hearing He Qiaoyun's words, Feng Jiashu's eyes were filled with disbelief. His voice trembled slightly as he asked Ding Ruolian, "Is what she said true?"

Ding Ruolian's eyes darted away guiltily, and she shook her head repeatedly in denial: "I didn't, I didn't..."

Feng Jiashu was furious. He slammed the medicine bottle in his hand onto Ding Ruolian, almost gritting his teeth as he said, "How could you do this? Tian Tian is just a child, she's only six years old!"

"Don't worry, I'll make you pay for how you treated Tian Tian tenfold!"

This was the first time Ding Ruolian had ever seen Feng Jiashu so angry. She was truly panicked, and with snot and tears streaming down her face, she dragged her knees and knelt before him. "Mr. Feng, I really know I was wrong. I can't go to jail. My son is still in college..."

Feng Jiashu didn't even glance at her, coldly telling the police, "Take her away."

"Mr. Feng, you can't treat me like this. I work diligently and conscientiously; even if I haven't achieved great things, I've still put in a lot of effort. I..."

Ding Ruolian glanced at He Qiaoyun standing to the side as she tearfully pleaded.

At this moment, she hated He Qiaoyun to the core. If it weren't for He Qiaoyun's meddling, she wouldn't have ended up like this... She picked up the black ornament on the table and rushed straight towards He Qiaoyun.

"He Qiaoyun, it's all your fault for meddling! I'll beat you to death!"

He Qiaoyun was stunned, watching Ding Ruolian's face gradually zoom in.

The next second, a strong arm wrapped around her, shielding her from the sharp object that Ding Ruolian was throwing.

Feng Jiashu's shoulder blade was hit, and he groaned in pain.

When Ding Ruolian realized she had attacked the wrong person, she was stunned for a moment. The sharp object in her hand fell to the ground and hit her instep, but she didn't utter a sound.

"Mr. Feng, I... I didn't mean to..."

The next moment, she was apprehended by two police officers, her hands were put behind her back and handcuffed.

"be honest."

When He Qiaoyun came to her senses from the conflict, she found herself embracing Feng Jiashu, the man's warm body heat feeling as if it were scorching her.

She didn't dare look him in the eye, silently stepped out of his embrace, and asked with concern, "Are you... alright?"

Feng Jiashu moved his shoulder blades, and a sharp pain shot through him. He gasped in pain, but still stubbornly said, "It didn't hit any vital points, I'm fine."

Two policemen led Ding Ruolian away, and the room fell silent.

He Qiaoyun bent down to pick up the things on the ground. When she stood up, she saw a deep dent in Feng Jiashu's shoulder blade, as if blood had seeped out.

"Take off your clothes so I can see."

Feng Jiashu was stunned when he heard this. "Take off...take off your clothes?"

A man and a woman alone, taking off their clothes—it's just too ambiguous.

He Qiaoyun raised her hand and gently touched the dark spot on his clothes.

Feng Jiashu gasped in pain, "What's wrong?"

Summer clothes are thin, and He Qiaoyun's fingertips were immediately stained with blood. "You've been hit and injured. You need to go to the hospital."

Feng Jiashu looked at the bloodstains on her fingertips and said, "It's okay, it's not serious. We have a first-aid kit at home, just put some ointment on it."

He Qiaoyun frowned and said seriously, "No, we have to go to the hospital to get checked out."

After all, he took the injury for himself.

He Qiaoyun was about to take out her phone to call a car.

Feng Jiashu said, "No need, I'll have the family doctor come over."

He Qiaoyun nodded, "Okay."

Finally, she added, "You should take your clothes off first. Blood dries very easily, and it's uncomfortable if it sticks to your clothes."

Feng Jiashu looked at her. Despite being quite old and having seen all sorts of situations, he felt somewhat embarrassed in her presence.

He Qiaoyun seemed to understand his gaze, her ears slightly flushed, and she blurted out, "If you're shy, you can wait until the doctor comes before taking your clothes off."

After saying that, he felt that what he said was a bit strange, but he didn't know how to make amends.

As if to prove he wasn't shy, Feng Jiashu took off his shirt with one hand.

He Qiaoyun's gaze unconsciously fell on him, her ears burning hot.

Although he is middle-aged, he maintains a very good physique. He doesn't have obvious abdominal muscles, but his stomach is flat and has thin muscles similar to those of a teenager. He doesn't have a beer belly or a greasy chest. He is the type who looks thin when dressed but has muscles when undressed.

In this respect, he can easily surpass 90% of his peers.

Feng Jiashu felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze. "Take a look and see if it's serious."

He Qiaoyun snapped out of her daze upon hearing the sound, nodded quickly, and then walked behind him. When her gaze fell upon the bloody wound, her face paled.

Ding Ruolian came for her, so she used almost all her strength. She didn't dare to think how painful it would be if this wound appeared on her own body.

But Feng Jiashu remained nonchalant and didn't say much.

She drifted off into thought, wondering why God wouldn't let men endure such pain to have children...

"Hmm?" the man asked, puzzled.

She quickly replied, "It's quite serious; I'll probably need to rest for a while..."

Feng Jiashu gently raised his shoulder as a sharp pain struck, causing sweat to bead on his forehead.

He Qiaoyun subconsciously reached out, her fingertips touching his broad shoulder, and said anxiously, "Don't move."

Tap for a second, then retract immediately.

Feng Jiashu turned his head to look at her and saw her slightly flushed cheeks. For some reason, the pain lessened considerably.

"Sit down first, we'll talk when the doctor arrives," he said.

"good....."

The two sat there, facing Feng Jiashu's bare upper body, He Qiaoyun's gaze unsure of where to look.

She started a conversation, "By the way, how's Tian Tian doing now? Where is she...?"

Feng Jiashu replied, "She's at the hospital. The doctor said she needs some physical therapy. The house is a mess, so it's not good to let her come back."

Actually, he was going back tonight to get clothes and daily necessities for Tian Tian, ​​but he didn't expect to run into Ding Ruolian confessing.

He Qiaoyun asked again, "Is it serious?"

Feng Jiashu sighed, "It's not easy, but the doctor said with proper treatment, he can recover."

Just then, the doorbell rang.

He Qiaoyun got up to open the door. The family doctor, seeing her, hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the house number to make sure he hadn't gone to the wrong place, before asking, "May I ask who you are...?"

"I am Mr. Feng's... friend, and I am staying here temporarily."

The family doctor gossiped, "Friend? Girlfriend?"

He Qiaoyun quickly denied it, "No, no, we're just ordinary friends."

The family doctor raised an eyebrow slightly. "I don't believe it." With that, he changed his shoes and went inside.

He Qiaoyun's lips twitched, and she closed the door.

The family doctor walked into the living room and was startled to see Feng Jiashu shirtless: "Why aren't you dressed...?"

Standing behind him, He Qiaoyun saw his startled expression and her lips twitched again. She said, "I asked them to take it off. The injury is on my shoulder blade. I'm scared..."

Before she could finish speaking, the family doctor immediately interrupted, "Tsk tsk tsk, and you still say you're not boyfriend and girlfriend."

Feng Jiashu cleared his throat. "Xie Shan, don't talk nonsense. Qiaoyun is just staying with me. She asked me to take off my clothes because she was worried that the blood would stick to the fabric and make it difficult for you to clean."

Xie Shan couldn't refute it. "That makes sense," he said, opening his medicine box, glancing at the bloody wound, and clicking his tongue twice. "Who could have done that?"