Day n of not wanting to be a kept man's canary

Being alone is better than being with someone else. It doesn't matter whether Leng Changqing comes back or not; she can have her own space.

Perhaps because she was thinking about what happened during the day, Mu Yanxin couldn't fall asleep for a long time. When Madam Mu asked about Leng Tingye during the day, it was definitely not something she said on the spur of the moment.

The moonlight outside the window was like water.

Unable to sleep no matter what, Mu Yanxin simply put on a shawl, gently pushed open the balcony door, and sat in a rocking chair to admire the luxurious mansion under the moonlight.

The cold mansion was eerily quiet tonight. The bodyguards who used to patrol everywhere were nowhere to be seen.

It was already late at night, and the bodyguard on night duty was probably taking a nap in some corner.

A wave of self-mockery washed over Mu Yanxin. She was currently in dire straits and had no time to think about anything else.

All she had to do now was to marry into the Leng family smoothly. Thinking of this, her eyes dimmed a little. She absolutely could not have anything to do with Leng Tingye anymore.

The night was slightly cool, and Mu Yanxin felt a chill as she turned to go inside.

Suddenly, a cat's scream came from downstairs.

She turned around and saw an injured cat lying motionless in the garden downstairs, its injuries unclear.

Upon seeing this, Mu Yanxin hurriedly tried to go downstairs to check the situation, but when her hand touched the sliding door of the balcony, her mouth was covered tightly by a pair of large hands.

"Don't make a sound if you don't want to die." The man's deep, magnetic voice rang in my ears.

Mu Yanxin's first thought was that she had encountered bandits. When she heard Leng Tingye's voice, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then her nerves tensed up again.

The bandits were scary, but the man behind them was far more terrifying.

Mu Yanxin felt a chill run down her spine and struggled against him.

The man's tone was cold and menacing, "Little sister-in-law, don't resist. I guess you don't want to go have tea with the King of Hell so soon, right?"

To protect herself, Mu Yanxin stopped struggling and let Leng Tingye cover her mouth. Once Leng Tingye's emotions had calmed down a bit, she raised her hand to indicate that she wouldn't speak, and only then did Leng Tingye release her.

A few soft voices came from downstairs, "He was clearly shot, where did he go?"

"Judging from the sound, I clearly hit him too. He should be seriously injured if not dead, and he can't run far."

In the darkness, the group searched the garden but found nothing, so they left.

After all, it was the West Garden, so they probably didn't want to disturb the second branch of the family.

It seems these people are after Leng Tingye.

Mu Yanxin opened the balcony door. "Master Ye, please go back!"

Just before this, she had decided to have nothing to do with Leng Tingye anymore. To her, this man was more dangerous than the others, and she couldn't wait to get rid of him.

The man, enduring the pain, his face contorted with a cruel mockery, asked, "Want me to die?"

Those people downstairs haven't gone far yet; going out now would be suicide!

He cupped the back of her head with his large hand, lowered his head to press against hers, and said, "Sister-in-law, how can you be so heartless?"

Mu Yanxin pushed the man away forcefully, "Master Ye, please have some self-respect. It's best if we keep our distance!"

The man staggered back two steps, clutching his chest with one hand, his eyes sharp as a wolf's as he looked closely at the increasingly large bloodstains on his black shirt.

"You're turning your back on me now that you've pulled up your pants?" Leng Tingye raised an eyebrow, pointing the gun at her forehead. "Fine! Does being separated by death count as keeping your distance?"

He was clearly smiling when he spoke, but it was a smile that could kill.

Mu Yanxin shuddered and forced a smile. "What do you mean by 'death'? I was just kidding, just kidding."

Leng Tingye found it amusing to see that she had been so eager to get rid of him just a second ago, but the next second she was acting like a complete coward. "What, you're not going to kick me out?"

"What are you saying, Master Ye? How could I stand idly by while Master Ye is injured!"

Leng Tingye teased deliberately, "Don't you want me to have any self-respect?"

Mu Yanxin smiled ingratiatingly, "Just kidding, just kidding, Master Ye is very magnanimous."

The woman's fickleness, ironically, piqued Leng Tingye's intense interest.

She was clearly afraid of dying, but she tried to find excuses for herself. One second she was trying to distance herself, but the moment she heard that she was going to lose her life, she became as obedient as a puppy, as if she was afraid of losing her life.

It's really fun.

Leng Tingye raised his hand, "Hurry up and treat my wound."

Mu Yanxin bent down to help him up, but instead of helping him up, she lost her balance and fell into the man's arms.

The man frowned. "Is your little sister-in-law so eager for me to hug you?"

Mu Yanxin blushed and quickly got off the man.

With great difficulty, I helped him up, and he staggered to the bed and sat down. Then I turned around and went to the room to get the first-aid kit.

When I came back, I saw the man lying on the bed like a king, looking like he needed to be waited on.

Oh well, since he's the injured one, let's just consider it a good deed and an act of kindness.

Mu Yanxin tried to unbutton his clothes, but her hands were shaking and she couldn't get them open. Leng Tingye lost his patience, tore the clothes open with one hand, and threw them aside.

The black shirt was stained with blood on his chest. When he lifted it up, the flesh was mangled and torn, with blood still gushing from the wound.

The wound was only a hair's breadth away from the heart; it seemed destined to kill.

Mu Yanxin took out a cotton swab, dipped it in disinfectant, and treated his wound. The man didn't even flinch, whereas an ordinary person would be in excruciating pain.

He cursed, "This is fucking deadly!"

Mu Yanxin got goosebumps all over. She asked cautiously, "Has Master Ye offended someone?"

Under the lights, Leng Tingye's eyes were dark and unfathomable, and his tone was icy, "I just shared some people's cake."

"But this is the Leng family home, and it's still your home no matter what!"

"Hahahaha..." Leng Tingye laughed sarcastically, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world. "Family my foot! Family members are the most familiar enemies. In the Leng family, there is only self-interest, no affection!"

Leng Tingye still spoke his vicious words with a smile, but behind that smile lay hatred.

Mu Yanxin was afraid of touching on Leng Tingye's sensitive area, so she changed the subject, "The bullet isn't deep, it needs to be removed. There's no anesthetic here, so you'll have to bear it!"

"If you don't have anesthetic, you can use something else instead!"

"What?" Mu Yanxin couldn't think of anything that could replace anesthetics to numb a person's nerves.

Leng Tingye propped himself up on the edge of the bed, gently touching the woman's knee with his foot. The woman's legs gave way and she fell into his arms. He smiled wickedly, "Pleasure is the best anesthetic!"

Mu Yanxin was stunned at first, but then she realized from his ambiguous smile that the happiness he was talking about was that kind of happiness, and she was shocked. "Are you crazy? How can this be?"

A bullet is too close to the heart; a moment's distraction could be fatal, not to mention that it's impossible not to be distracted in that kind of situation.

After a few seconds of thought, Leng Tingye lay back down on the bed, with Mu Yanxin passively straddling his waist, in a perfectly positioned position, separated by soft fabric.

She lifted her leg to try and escape, but was forcefully pressed back down by a large hand. "Little sister-in-law, you can do it!"

Every second of removing the bullet was an agonizing experience, a mixture of extremes. She couldn't ignore the man's reaction below, yet she had to force herself to concentrate.

Sweat soaked the man's hair, but he didn't cry out in pain at all, not even once.

She let out a long sigh of relief the moment the bullet landed on the plate.

Mu Yanxin carefully bandaged her wound, but accidentally touched the man's wound.

Leng Tingye hissed and grabbed Mu Yanxin's hand to sit up. "Are you deliberately retaliating against me?"

Mu Yanxin gave an apologetic smile, "Sorry, I'm still getting used to it!"

Leng Tingye chuckled playfully, "No experience the first time?"

When he says something serious, it always makes people think the wrong thing.

He let go of her hand and joked, "It's okay, practice makes perfect. You'll get the hang of it after a while."

Mu Yanxin quickened her pace, wanting to finish bandaging him as soon as possible so she could get him away quickly.

Under the lights, the man was completely exposed, with his muscular chest. He had just been thinking about how to remove the bullet, but now everything he should and shouldn't have seen was clearly visible.

"Have you seen enough?"

Mu Yanxin was startled and flustered. When she looked up, she met the man's deep eyes, which were filled with naked desire.

People often pretend to be very busy when they are in a panic.

Mu Yanxin quickly got off the man. "Um, shall I take you back to Nanyuan?"

"You want me dead again?"