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In the living room on the first floor, Bai Sheng packed the medical kit in his hands and had the servants return to the private medical room in the backyard. When he washed his hands, he saw Rong Heting coming down from the upstairs with a dark expression.
Rong Heting walked to the liquor cabinet, grabbed a bottle of vodka, and two glasses. Then, he walked to Bai Sheng's side and poured some wine for the two of them and started tasting it.
Bai Sheng took over the wine cup and shook the dark yellow liquid in the cup. He smiled in understanding and lightly touched Rong Heting's wine cup.
"Don't worry, your little pet doesn't have any bone or skin injuries. Use my special ointment to ensure that there won't be any scars."
Rong Heting did not object to Bai Sheng's words. He raised his glass and drained it, "Thank you."
Bai Sheng only drank one cup before pushing the cup to the center of the table. He looked at Rong Heting worriedly. "You're interested?"
He didn't know if he should be happy or worried for this cold-blooded animal. After so many years of friends, Bai Sheng naturally didn't want Rong Heting to have any weaknesses, but he also didn't want him to seal off his cold-blooded attitude and continue on.
Rong Heting was surprised that Bai Sheng would ask such a question. Was his feelings towards this little thing moved? Shaking his head in disdain at his own thoughts, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Bai Sheng.
"I'm interested?"
Bai Sheng was noncommittal and merely patted his brother's shoulder. After instructing him about the matter of changing the medicine, he left the Rong Manor. Others might not be able to see it, but as a spectator, he would never be mistaken. To Rong Heting, Mu Qianqian was different.
It was already dark, but Mu Qianqian was still unconscious. Rong Heting sat on the bed and looked at the little woman who was still restless. He could not control the pity in his heart. Mu Qianqian wiped the sweat off her forehead with a handkerchief that she had been preparing to use at the bedside. As usual, she lowered her head and kissed the handkerchief.
In the end, it still frightened her. Wasn't this the first time she saw a dead person? If she knew that his hands were stained with blood, how would she react?
It was already past dinner time. Thinking about Lil Thing's appetite, Rong Heting went out to the kitchen, found the food prepared by Maid Lee and personally carried it upstairs.
Mu Qianqian woke up in shock, her eyes staring stupidly at the scene before her. Her consciousness was still immersed in the fresh blood dripping image of a terrifying corpse and bloody arms, causing her to feel lost.
She could now be sure that what she heard was gunfire. She heard it once before she was carried away by Rong Heting in the detention center, and again today in Rong Heting's office. She had always known that he was a man that couldn't be provoked. However, she seemed to have only met him for the first time today.
Before the frightened Mu Qianqian could escape from her thoughts, the bedroom door opened.
Mu Qianqian instinctively shrank towards the corner of the bed when she saw the man carrying a tray by the door. Her eyes were filled with panic and unease. Her actions were too painful as it involved a wound. She immediately sucked in a breath of cold air.
"Hiss …" "So painful …"
Rong Heting opened the door and found Lil Thing had woken up. He wanted to say something, but he saw her frightened expression and felt uneasy. Before he could react, he saw Mu Qianqian pulling her wound as she retreated.
Rong Heting put the plate on the table and immediately walked in front of Mu Qianqian. He didn't allow her to dodge and pulled her into his embrace.
"Still moving! Don't you know the pain? Do you want me to stab you a few more times? "
Rong Heting's expression darkened as he reprimanded the woman in his arms who rejected him out of instinct. He hated the feeling of being rejected by her.
Rong Heting's scolding caused Mu Qianqian to freeze up. She didn't dare to mess with the tyrannical man beside her. Today's incident had overturned everything she knew about Rong Heting. Mu Qianqian stiffened and did not move. She did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Feeling the trembling of the girl in his arms, Rong Heting hugged Mu Qianqian tightly, trying to comfort her with his body temperature. However, he clearly discovered that his little kitten was not as obedient as before, even its breathing had become more careful.
Rong Heting kissed the corner of Mu Qianqian's mouth and didn't respond. He didn't want her to be afraid of him, so he probed, "Are you hungry? I brought the food up. Maid Lee said that it's your favorite food, so I'll feed it to you, okay? "
Rong Heting let Mu Qianqian sit on the bed. He took out a plate and put it on the table beside the bed, preparing to feed his pet.
As soon as the chopsticks in her hand reached Mu Qianqian's mouth, she flinched away, falling back towards the foot of the bed again, not caring about the blood seeping out of her arms, as if the person in front of her was a bloodthirsty beast.
Rong Heting froze all his movements. His heart felt like it was heavily punched by someone. There was no place to vent out from the pain.
She was afraid of him.
It was completely different from the fear he had when he forced her before. This time, he was afraid of his existence from the depths of his blood. Had he completely become a devil in her heart?
Rong Heting put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand and smiled at himself mockingly, "Are you so afraid of me?"
Mu Qianqian naturally felt Rong Heting was not healing. She tried to calm her breathing, but her words were still broken.
"I... I'll eat … "I can't eat."
Mu Qianqian didn't lie nor lie. She really couldn't eat anymore. The sight of the corpse with grievances and fresh blood on the ground kept flashing before her eyes. She was unable to find any appetite. Even if she forced herself to eat, she would vomit. She really didn't want to force herself.
Rong Heting misunderstood Mu Qianqian's words. His intermittent words already made him understand that no matter what he did, it would not be able to dispel the fear in her heart. It would be even harder for him to enter her heart.
It was just a toy. Why would he care about how she viewed him in her heart? The cold aura gathered again. Rong Heting stood up and threw a sentence without any warmth to Mu Qianqian before he left.
"Since you think I'm a demon, why are you still helping me?"
Rong Heting left the bedroom with a cold aura around him, without any response from the girl on the bed. The loud door closing made Mu Qianqian's heart tremble.
Mu Qianqian hugged her legs helplessly as she withdrew herself into the corner. As the man left, the room became cold and cheerless. Looking at the steaming food on the table, Mu Qianqian's heart was in a state of panic and helplessness. How was he going to deal with this? His world made her feel strange and frightened.
Mu Qianqian didn't know how long she had been daydreaming in her room. Her head was aching and every scene in her mind was like a random movie. There was the oppression of a man, the indifference of a man, the protection of a man, the care of a man, and even the warmth he gave her. In the end, however, it all turned into blood.