"You left me and came back in such a hurry, claiming it was to see Tiramisu, only to meet that man?"
Qin Beiting's expression soured as he glanced at Lu Chenyu, who hadn't left behind Yu He.
Lu Yiming's cousin, whom he had met a few times. Clearly, he wasn't as handsome, tall, or well-built as himself!
The little girl actually accepted his flowers!
He thought his rival was the pig at home, but he hadn't expected there to be other dogs!
"That's my private business," Yu He said.
She thought, when you were alone with other women, you never bothered to explain.
This answer made Qin Beiting very dissatisfied. "You're not an adult yet, no early dating!"
"And I don't allow you to move around. How are you here?" Yu He stood, looking down at Qin Beiting, who was sitting in a wheelchair, her tone carrying a hint of implication.
In the dead of winter, the man was only wearing a thin gray loungewear set. His hands, resting on the armrests, were already frostbitten and gray. She had no idea how he had gotten here, and not even a shadow of his assistant was in sight.
The trousers on his left thigh were stained red. Most likely, the wound had been reopened.
Yu He's brow furrowed. "Don't you want your leg anymore? Do you want to spend the rest of your life in a wheelchair?"
Although the surgery had been successful, the wound had not yet healed and couldn't withstand his mistreatment.
Was he tired of having too few scars on his body? Or not enough illnesses?
Seeing her anger, Qin Beiting lowered his eyes and looked at his legs. "Yiming had a mission and couldn't spare the time to look after me, so he sent me back."
As he spoke, he looked up, his dark, deep eyes gazing at Yu He with a hint of innocence.
"And he didn't even bring me home, just dumped me here."
Yu He: "..."
This man's skill at playing the victim and eliciting sympathy was getting more and more proficient!
...
"Achoo..." Lu Yiming, driving away from Tianyu Community, sneezed. Casually glancing in the rearview mirror, he spotted a black overcoat.
Damn it, when did Brother Ting's clothes end up here?!
...
At the entrance of the community.
"Where's Chen Dong?" Yu He asked again.
Qin Beiting didn't even blink. "He's on annual leave."
Yu He: "..."
Chen Dong, who had been inexplicably sent to the convenience store near the community entrance to buy mineral water, suddenly received a message from Qin Beiting.
[Don't come back, you're on leave.]
Chen Dong: ???
Helplessly, Yu He stuffed the flowers in her arms into Qin Beiting's hands, then went behind him and pushed his wheelchair into the community.
Qin Beiting looked at the flowers in his arms.
Heh, pink roses, and thirty of them!
...
The two stopped at the elevator of Building 8. As Yu He pressed the button, she suddenly heard a noise from the nearby trash can and glanced over.
She saw a large bouquet of flowers being forcibly shoved into a non-recyclable trash can, with a few pink rose petals scattered on the ground.
It was her bouquet.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes flickered as she looked at Qin Beiting.
"My leg hurts, I couldn't hold on, and it fell accidentally. I'll buy you a new one," Qin Beiting said, his face unblushing and his heart unperturbed.
He didn't forget to open his phone with one hand and search for nearby flower shops.
Yu He: "..."
The man standing nearby waiting for the elevator: Learned!
...
The two went up to the top floor and as soon as they opened the door, the little pet pig, Tiramisu, immediately darted out.
The little fellow hadn't seen its little master for some time and joyfully rushed forward, rubbing against her feet, its little tail wagging merrily.
"Tiramisu, I'm back to see you." Yu He, afraid of stepping on it, scooped it up with one hand and pushed the wheelchair into the living room with the other.
She placed the little pet pig on the sofa, turned on the air conditioning for warmth, got a blanket and draped it over Qin Beiting, and made him a cup of ginger water.
After finishing, she picked up Tiramisu again to pet it and casually said, "Once it's warm, take off your pants so I can see the wound."
After she spoke, she felt something was off and turned her head.
She saw Qin Beiting sitting in his wheelchair, motionless, his eyes fixed on her with an unreadable smile.
"My leg hurts, I can't move. You help me take them off."
His magnetic voice lingered at the end, carrying a hint of coquettishness.
"..."
Yu He's gaze fell back to his thigh. During the emergency surgery, there had been sterile gauze covering it, so she hadn't paid much attention.
The wound was on his left thigh, in an awkward position near the base.
If the bullet had been even slightly off, that man probably wouldn't have been complete.
Thinking about it, it was quite tragic.
Yu He's heart softened. She put down Tiramisu, said "Wait a moment," and turned to get the medical kit.
A triumphant smile played on Qin Beiting's lips as he looked at Tiramisu, suddenly finding it quite cute.
But the smile lasted less than three seconds before Yu He appeared, carrying the medical kit in one hand and a pair of scissors in the other.
She brought the scissors down onto his thigh.
Seeing this posture, an unknowing person would think Yu He was about to do something outrageous to him.
"..."
With a few "snips," Yu He quickly cut a large hole in the blood-stained part of his left pant leg, revealing the wound.
Cutting open the bandage, the wound had, as expected, split open and was oozing blood.
Yu He took out silver needles from the medical kit, inserted a few into him to stop the bleeding, cleaned the wound, and re-bandaged it.
Qin Beiting watched her squatting between his legs, her long, dense eyelashes drooping as she meticulously treated the wound.
His gaze lingered on the back of her neck, fair and delicate. He suddenly felt a dryness in his throat, and more distressingly, her fingers, like tender jade, brushed against the skin of his leg as she bandaged him, sending a tingling sensation through him.
"Alright, go back to bed and lie still." Yu He cut the bandage and stood up.
As she looked up, she saw that Qin Beiting's expression was strangely peculiar.
Did it hurt a lot?
But she had clearly given him painkillers before treating the wound.
"Mm," he replied.
He was surprisingly compliant, maneuvering the wheelchair into the room himself.
Yu He, not entirely at ease, casually tidied up the medical kit, closing the lid and preventing Tiramisu from causing trouble. She followed him into the room.
In the room.
Qin Beiting struggled to support himself to get up from the wheelchair. Yu He, afraid he would reopen the wound, quickly stepped forward to help him, but didn't notice Tiramisu darting out from underfoot and tripped.
"Oof~" accompanied by a grunt, Yu He fell into a solid embrace.
Qin Beiting's leg wound throbbed with pain, and he let out a muffled groan before they both tumbled onto the bed.
Qin Beiting felt a soft weight pressing down on him, and his nostrils were filled with the girl's familiar, faint scent. It instantly conjured up a salacious dream he had once had...
"Are you alright?" Yu He, flustered, tried to get up.
"Don't move!" the man's magnetic voice was tinged with a slight hoarseness.
He looked at the girl's exquisite face, her cheeks flushed, her eyes hazy, and his throat suddenly tightened.
The earlier dryness seemed to have been ignited by a spark, setting his entire body aflame, something stirring within him...