usatvline Chapter 42 He's good at playing the victim
Chapter 42 He's good at playing the victim
His response was a sharp slap on the back of his hand, followed by the sound of Yu Nanqing fleeing in shame and anger.
"Shen Mochen, you're even more of a dog than Qiuqiu!" An angry voice followed, accompanied by the sound of the door slamming shut.
Shen Mochen stared at the still slightly swaying door for a long time before looking away. He smelled his wife's scent on the blanket and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
His wife is so cute.
It would be even cuter if you let him kiss you.
As if he had heard the call, not long after Yu Nanqing went out, the door to the room was pushed open by Qiuqiu.
Hearing the noise, Shen Mochen thought his wife had returned and turned his head to look over happily. When their eyes met, the joy in his eyes froze and vanished instantly.
Because it had been quite accommodating yesterday, Shen Mochen didn't dwell on why it was allowed free access to his and Yu Xiaoqing's room.
I only glanced at it briefly, then silently pulled the blanket over my head again.
Today is Minor Snow, it will be even colder tomorrow.
Listening to the rustling sound outside, Shen Mochen thought to himself.
He wondered if it would snow this year; he remembered that Yu Xiaoqing seemed to really like snow.
She was overjoyed by the first snow last year. For the first time, she didn't give him the cold shoulder and even begged him to let her go out and play.
Yu Nanqing went downstairs to wash some strawberries, thinking that eating something sweet might make Shen Mochen feel better.
The water in the tap was extremely cold, and her fingers turned bright red from the cold after washing them.
I had just put my hands in my pockets to warm them when the doorbell rang.
He was a family doctor, wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine kit.
She carried the strawberries upstairs with the family doctor. On the way, Yu Nanqing asked him if he wanted some strawberries, but he politely shook his head and said no.
After he finished speaking, there was a moment of silence.
Once they reached the second floor, Yu Nanqing changed the subject again, "Shen Mochen has a slight fever, and his forehead is bruised. The wound looks quite large; I wonder if it will leave a scar."
"Don't worry, Madam, our Shen family has a very comprehensive medical system," the man said politely, glancing at her before quickly looking away.
The Shen family's family doctor is not a fixed person. Once he comes, he will not be scheduled to come a second time unless the family member is particularly trusted.
Moreover, they have a series of rules, the first of which is that one cannot have too much interaction with the wife, not even eye contact.
The door to the room wasn't closed tightly, and Yu Nanqing could see through the crack that Shen Mochen was staring longingly at the door, looking like a pitiful widow.
She coughed awkwardly, and as she pushed open the door, she saw that Shen Mochen's eyes had visibly changed from unfocused to bright and piercing.
"Wife." He didn't hold back at all. When he saw Yu Nanqing come in with the family doctor, only a barely perceptible dark light flashed in his eyes. Then, as if asserting his ownership, he sat up and hugged her waist.
He shouldn't have let her out. He should have shamelessly kept her in his arms so that no one else could see her.
The darkness in his heart amplified infinitely until Yu Nanqing frantically tried to put the clothes on him, but because he hesitated to lift his hand, she slapped his head, and he finally came to his senses.
His wife seemed afraid that he would be seen by others.
Realizing that he and his wife were going in the same direction, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and obediently raise his hands.
After dressing him, Yu Nanqing looked apologetically at the family doctor who had been waiting for a long time.
As she moved to the side, she glanced at Shen Mochen again.
My face was burning hot because I felt incredibly embarrassed.
I don't know when he developed this bad habit of liking to take off his clothes.
The family doctor examined him, but he didn't dare lift his head the entire time.
He was clearly explaining the situation to Yu Nanqing, but he kept his eyes down, staring at the ground.
Yu Nanqing didn't take it to heart, assuming it was just his personality. But when he heard that the fever was caused by a wound infection, his brows furrowed slightly.
She hadn't asked Shen Mochen where the wound came from.
Preliminary assessment suggests that the victim was hit with something like a cup.
As for who would risk their life to smash Shen Mochen, that devil, she had no idea.
Just in case, the family doctor gave Shen Mochen an IV drip, prescribed a bunch of medications, and a scar-reducing and pain-relieving ointment.
The wound needed disinfection. The family doctor hesitated for a long time by the bedside with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab. Just as he was about to use it, he was startled by Shen Mochen's sinister gaze, which made him tremble and drop the cotton swab to the ground.
He let out a soft sigh, and with a forced smile, shoved the cotton swabs and alcohol into Yu Nanqing's hands, saying, "Please have Madam wipe Mr. Shen's wound."
Yu Nanqing was taken aback. She lowered her foot from the wall, took the item, and, as if being forced into a corner, asked, "Is just applying it around the edge enough?"
"Okay, just apply the ointment evenly to the wound and then apply the ointment." Seeing that she didn't refuse, the family doctor breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shen Mochen, look up." After soaking the cotton ball in alcohol, Yu Nanqing carefully turned around, holding the cotton swab.
Shen Mochen looked at her, obediently raised his head, and then reached out to hug her slender waist.
Yu Nanqing's fingertips trembled. She met his clear eyes, moved her lips, but no words came out.
She gently applied the ointment to him, unconsciously lowering her head to blow on it as she did so.
Shen Mochen was already incredibly excited, and after she blew on him like that, his ears instantly turned red, and lust swirled in his eyes.
Unable to resist any longer, he buried his head in her arms, gently sniffed her, and when he looked up again, his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast with insatiable desire.
Yu Nanqing's attention was completely focused on the wound on his forehead, and he didn't notice anything unusual about him at all.
After applying the ointment, Yu Nanqing finally breathed a sigh of relief. As she turned to leave, she saw the IV tube on Shen Mochen's hand with blood flowing back into it, and her eyelids twitched violently, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
Hearing the shouts, the family doctor, who had been sitting in the corner trying to remain invisible, was jolted to his feet. Seeing the blood return, he breathed a sigh of relief and adjusted his glasses. "Lower your hand, it'll be fine in a bit."
Because there were outsiders present, Shen Mochen didn't act too recklessly. He just held Yu Nanyan's fingers and played with them, occasionally feeding her a big, red strawberry.
The strawberries were very sweet and juicy; they burst with juice when you gently gnawed them between your teeth—they were incredibly delicious.
After the IV drip was finished, the family doctor removed the needle, said goodbye, and left in a hurry.
The medicine worked well; when Yu Nanqing touched Shen Mochen's forehead again, it was no longer hot, and his previously cold face had regained its temperature.
Shen Mochen leaned against the pillow, looking down at her intertwined hands, a hint of pleasure in his eyes.
Yu Nanqing followed his gaze and remained silent for a while before finally speaking, "How did you get injured?"
Shen Mochen paused in his actions, looked up at her, and his eyes lifted slightly.
He was happy to tell his wife about his tragic experiences.
This is because it can garner more sympathy.
“I went back to the old house early this morning to protest so that my grandfather would stop interfering in our sweet life.”
Yu Nanqing's eyebrows twitched slightly, "...Grandpa hit you?"
That's true. That old man is like a controlled NPC whose main task is to break her up with Shen Mochen.
It might be difficult to get him to stay out of it.