"I'll get it,"
Yu Wenli furrowed his brows slightly and stopped Aunt Fang.
Although this neighborhood was very safe, nothing was absolute.
It was always better to be cautious.
Moreover, in his most reckless years, he had made many enemies, some of whom lived here.
It was hard to guarantee they wouldn't set their sights on the little girl.
Thinking of this, the young man's brow furrowed even tighter.
He should have been more low-key today; the young lady might not be able to handle so many troubles.
Aunt Fang didn't have time to speak before Yu Wenli strode to the door and flung it open.
Standing outside was a tall man, holding a long-stemmed pipe, taking puffs.
He looked at Yu Wenli with some surprise at the sudden movement.
"Why aren't you in class?"
"Evening study, it doesn't matter if I go or not."
Yu Wenli replied nonchalantly, his tensed back slightly relaxing. He turned and walked towards the dining table with his phone.
Old Yu followed, packing away his pipe.
"Wen Yatou, where are you hurt? Grandfather will fix it for you."
He pulled out a small black jar from his embrace, showing it off like a child.
"This is an old prescription I've used for many years, it's perfect for bruises and sprains. I guarantee you'll be energetic tomorrow!"
He then looked at the girl's hand, bandaged like a pig's trotter, and couldn't help but poke it.
"That bad?"
He placed the pipe on the table, intending to examine it more closely.
Yu Wenli briefly messaged Que You, and after receiving a reply, felt much more at ease.
No matter what, it was better to have someone watching.
Who knew if those people had truly settled down or were waiting to find his weakness.
It was fine when he was around, but if he wasn't...
Yu Wenli looked up at the worried little girl, his eyes deepening. He truly feared she would suffer.
"Grandpa..."
Wen Tingxue called out timidly, like a mewing kitten, making one feel protective.
She didn't stop her grandfather from unwrapping the bandage, but she was genuinely afraid of making things worse.
After all, her grandfather didn't look like he knew medicine.
"Don't worry, Grandpa won't harm you."
Old Yu replied with a calm demeanor, his hands not stopping until he saw the injury.
"..."
Old Yu stared at her slightly swollen palm, looking carefully for a moment, then chuckled.
"It's not serious, it should be mostly healed in three to five days."
He had obtained that prescription during the war.
It was given by an old physician, and he knew its efficacy best.
As soldiers, they couldn't avoid bleeding, and the medicine had a miraculous effect, healing quickly.
The soldiers in his unit all used it, but unfortunately, later injuries were too severe for even this medicine to help.
He had watched them die.
"Three to five days?"
Wen Tingxue's eyes widened in surprise. "That fast?"
"Mhmm."
Old Yu collected his thoughts and smiled faintly. "It'll hurt a bit, bear with it. If you really can't stand it, bite his hand, he's thick-skinned anyway."
Yu Wenli, who had just arrived: "..."
Truly his own grandfather.
"Bite away."
Despite his internal complaint, he extended his hand.
The little girl shook her head frantically, her eyes bright. "No need, I can bear it."
Yu Wenli frowned, wanting to say more, but the girl had already closed her eyes, signaling him to begin.
Old Yu hesitated for a moment before scooping a bit of white ointment and warming it in his palm.
He then applied it to the girl's purplish wound, and the ointment penetrated her skin using its warmth.
At first, she felt nothing, but then the pain intensified.
It hurt more than when she fell.
But she didn't utter a sound, not even biting her lip. A thin sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.
Old Yu and Yu Wenli both knew the ointment's only drawback: it caused excruciating pain the moment it was applied.
They hadn't expected the girl to be so resilient.
While they were lost in thought, Yu Wenli remembered asking her if she was in pain in the infirmary, and she had tearfully said yes.
Was that a form of coyness?
Yu Wenli curved his lips.
Quite unique.
After both hands had been medicated, Old Yu asked, "Anything else?"
Wen Tingxue was wearing loose pajamas at home, so it was easy to lift them, and she didn't hesitate.
She revealed the abrasions on her elbow and knee.
Old Yu examined them for a moment and said, "It's fine, none of it is very serious, it just looks scary."
The doctor had told Yu Wenli the same thing, but this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.
The girl's skin was fair, making any color stand out.
Especially the frightening bruises, which looked unsightly.
Yu Wenli subconsciously clenched his knuckles, a faint cold glint appearing in the depths of his eyes.
It vanished in an instant.
No one noticed.
After applying medicine to her arms and legs, Old Yu noticed the books on the table and said, "Let's move the tutoring to tomorrow. Let her rest well tonight."
"Mhmm."
Yu Wenli didn't object and planned to carry the girl upstairs and leave.
Aunt Fang quickly said, "The steamed egg custard is still stewing, it'll be ready soon."
Good ingredients shouldn't be wasted.
Wen Tingxue remembered he hadn't eaten enough and tugged his sleeve anxiously, softly requesting,
"Brother Yu, please stay a little longer with Grandpa. Eat the steamed egg custard before you go."
The medicine was potent, and despite the girl's resilience, the corners of her eyes were still red with pain.
Vibrant, both cute and alluring.
Yu Wenli's heart softened immensely.
...
Living room.
Afraid they would be bored waiting, Wen Tingxue suggested watching TV.
She didn't know much about movies, so she let Yu Wenli choose.
He ended up choosing a film about anti-bullying.
She watched it uneasily, feeling as if she were transparent in front of him.
But he never said anything from beginning to end, as if he had just picked it at random.
After finishing the steamed egg custard, Yu Wenli carried her upstairs.
Throughout the process, aside from casual conversation, he didn't mention the movie at all.
Wen Tingxue thought she was overthinking it, but after a simple wash-up, she still took out her tablet and played the movie.
She watched it completely, feeling both full and empty.
She seemed to understand, yet not entirely.
Fortunately, the medicine took effect, and she slept soundly without dreams.
She finally stirred as sunlight crept through the gap in the curtains and danced on her face.
Drowsily, she shielded her eyes from the harsh light and then remembered the injury on her hand.
She opened it and saw that after the medicine was applied last night without bandaging, the effects were obvious.
The bruises had faded significantly, and even the swelling was less prominent.
She tried to make a gentle fist, and her palm didn't hurt as much.
The little girl happily got out of bed and took a few steps in her slippers.
It didn't hurt!
At least her knees didn't ache when she walked on flat ground.
Hearing movement from the room, Aunt Fang knocked on the door and said with a smile, "You're up, dear? Xiao Wen has been waiting downstairs for half an hour."
"What?!"
Upon hearing this, the little girl hurried towards the bathroom, her knees still hurting a bit from walking too fast.
At this moment, at the Yu residence.
After a motorcycle's roar, Chi Ze Rui placed his long leg on the ground, took off his helmet, and stylishly shook his hair.
Sunlight enveloped him, exuding the arrogance of a wealthy young master.
Before he could dismount, the housekeeper came out of the house, a vegetable basket slung over her wrist, clearly on her way to the market.
The housekeeper looked at him, surprised, then smiled and said, "Xiao Wen isn't home. He went next door to find Wen Yatou."
Chi Ze Rui tilted his head, his indifferent gaze falling on the detached villa not far away.
A few seconds later, he rode away.
A few minutes later, he arrived at the Wen family's house with a fruit basket.
As he entered, he saw the little girl slowly coming down from upstairs.
She was wearing a cute cotton pajama set, which inexplicably gave her an anime-like aura.
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