You'd better look back, Mr. Shen is about to break.

Yu Nanqing moved her lips, her brows furrowed with hesitation. Seeing Shen Mochen's impatience growing stronger, she reluctantly released her fingers, her tone pitiful and pleading, "Hurry up."

Shen Mochen didn't respond, only giving her a faint look she couldn't understand before turning to get the first-aid kit.

Yu Nanqing stared intently at his figure, thinking that as soon as he left, she would rush over and cling to him.

He clearly couldn't bear to see her get hurt, and he clearly still had her in his heart.

"Apply this disinfectant first, then apply this pain reliever and scar reducer." Shen Mochen placed the first-aid kit on the table in front of her, opened it, and took out the usable medicines and laid them out in front of her, without showing any intention of applying them for her.

"You help me apply it." Yu Nanqing felt a pang of sadness, and in her haste, she shoved her legs into his arms, where they rested against his waist and abdomen.

Her fair calves were straight and slender, and the abrasions on her knees did not detract from their ethereal beauty; instead, they added a unique charm.

Shen Mochen lowered his eyes and stared, the sensation on his waist and abdomen like an electric shock, making his heart tremble violently.

His Adam's apple bobbed; he had intended to refuse, but the words swirled in his mouth before he swallowed them back down.

He reached out and grasped her calf, then sat back in the chair and silently applied the medicine to her leg.

Hearing her muffled groan, his brow furrowed slightly. Instinctively, he wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss her to comfort her.

Fortunately, he managed to restrain himself just as he reached out. His eyelashes trembled slightly, and his hand turned to pull a piece of paper from the table.

Yu Nanqing's feet were still resting on his thighs, her pale face showing caution. Her eyes followed his movements, and when she saw him wipe his hands as if in disgust, her face instantly turned even paler.

She pursed her lips, her red eyes trembled, and she pulled her legs off his, rolled over and buried herself in the sofa, curling up in a comfortable position.

Shen Mochen glanced at her, the fragrance that filled his nostrils seemed to fade as she moved away, and he felt a sense of emptiness in his heart. He pinched his fingertips, got up and put the things on the table back.

Yu Nanqing listened quietly to the slight noises behind her. When the room returned to silence, she turned to look at Shen Mochen. Her Adam's apple bobbed, and her heart ached terribly.

Noticing that tears were about to fall again, she hurriedly reached out and pressed her eyes, her voice choked with emotion, "Could you... come here for a moment?"

After a long silence, Yu Nanqing bit her lip, wiped away her tears, and looked up at Shen Mochen, who was still standing motionless across the table.

After a two-second silence, she got off the sofa and limped toward him.

But for every step she took, Shen Mochen took a step too.

Shen Mochen's strides were longer than hers, widening the distance between them even further.

Realizing that Shen Mochen didn't want to get close to her, Yu Nanqing felt a sharp, stabbing pain in her heart, as if it were being pricked by needles.

She sniffed, a chill creeping up from the top of her head. She stopped and curled her bare feet inward.

Pretending to be pitiful doesn't seem to work on Shen Mochen anymore. He won't pity her or feel sorry for her at all; he might even find her disgusting and hateful.

Her lips were cut and bleeding, the sweet, metallic taste of blood filling her mouth. She took a step back, her eyes filled with complex emotions. "Shen Mochen, my leg injury is all because of you. You have to take care of me. You're not allowed to leave, otherwise, I..."

"What about me?" Shen Mochen looked at her, a slight smirk playing on his lips, his tone filled with contempt and mockery.

Yu Nanqing was stunned. She had never been so disrespected by Shen Mochen before and suddenly felt a little lost. Her skirt was creased from being squeezed and her fingertips were pinched until they turned red.

After a long silence, she finally spoke, "Otherwise, I'll sue you for indecent assault."

"Heh." Shen Mochen sneered, "Then Miss Yu can go ahead and sue. It would be best if you made up a very convincing story, so that someone can end my wretched life."

After saying that, he didn't give her a chance to reply, turned around, opened the door, and left.

Yu Nanqing stood frozen in place, her face turning pale and bluish, and she felt an intense difficulty breathing.

She took a few labored breaths, and then slumped back into the sofa in a moment of despair.

After she calmed down a bit, she hurriedly got up and walked to the window, but when she looked down, she could no longer see Shen Mochen's figure.

She felt a sharp pain in her heart and her head was spinning. She was too weak to sit back down before she noticed the card under the table.

She paused for two seconds, then her eyes lit up when she saw the words on it.

It was clearly Shen Mochen's handwriting. The three lines of text read: "Singer at a bar, boxer at an underground boxing ring, waiter at a high-end entertainment venue."

Yu Nanqing reached out and gently stroked it, her eyes filled with heartache.

The system said that Shen Mochen's soul was unstable. It had already gone to great lengths to keep Shen Mochen alive in this world, so it couldn't find him a host. In other words, Shen Mochen was currently unemployed.

She had saved up a lot of money in this world before, and the company she co-founded with others was also quite stable, so her life was pretty good, more than enough to support Shen Mochen.

However, Shen Mochen now harbors resentment towards her, so he doesn't even want to talk to her, making her pursuit of him exceptionally long and difficult.

She felt wronged; she had clearly chosen him three times and only compromised with the system out of necessity.

Shen Mochen shouldn't only resent her; he should at least share some of that feeling with the system.

Her head was spinning, and her breath felt hot as if it were about to smoke. She felt weak all over. Only after listing all the high-end entertainment venues in the vicinity did she finally let her frantically battering eyelids close completely.

She had a fever and spent the afternoon having nightmares in a daze. When she woke up, it was already so dark that she couldn't see any light.

Yu Nanqing struggled to sit up, let out a soft breath, grabbed the cup on the table and took a big gulp of water. Feeling that her throat was no longer so dry, she opened the list she had made that morning.

She didn't dare go to the boxing ring alone, and the bar was too large, so she narrowed down her search for Shen Mochen to a high-end club.

It just so happens that a friend had made an appointment with her before, so there's no need to worry about encountering any danger.

The other person was a friend of her ex-fiancé, and they gradually became friends after spending time together.

At nine o'clock in the evening, the other party arrived at her building on time. Upon seeing her, he couldn't help but joke, "Oh, the busy man has finally decided to see you today."

Yu Nanqing chuckled, pushed him away, and glanced into the car. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she specifically asked him to bring his girlfriend along as well.

"Sister-in-law." Noticing her gaze, the woman in the passenger seat rolled down her window and called out to her with a forced smile.

"Yes, hello." Yu Nanqing nodded, then moved away from her friend to avoid suspicion, and opened the back door and got in.

Seeing her being so distant, Shen Zeyi pursed his lips, said nothing more, and turned to get into the driver's seat.