Shen Qingqing let out a sigh, "It seems you're quite lucky."
Fu Jingshu leaned back on the sofa, the clothes on his left shoulder already removed, revealing a wound that looked exceptionally grim and terrifying.
King stood by the sofa, his gaze complex.
For a moment, no one spoke.
The process of treating the wound was very quiet. Shen Qingqing found a tube of anesthetic, injected it into him, then extracted the bullet fragment and bandaged it.
The entire series of actions was executed in one go.
After finishing everything, she looked at Fu Jingshu, then at King, tidied the first-aid kit and placed it under the coffee table, and stood up.
"I'll make something to eat."
She turned and went into the kitchen.
Only King and Fu Jingshu remained in the living room, both silent. After a while, King said, "Thank you for today."
Fu Jingshu's voice was cool, "It wasn't for you."
He was in a rather disheveled state at the moment, his clothes messy, his hair disheveled, and half of his bandaged shoulder exposed.
Yet, his handsome face remained expressionless, deep and steady.
The scene was rather amusing.
King, however, couldn't bring himself to laugh. He merely twitched the corner of his mouth, "In any case, if it weren't for you today, I would be dead."
The gun at that moment was pointed at his heart.
That bastard wanted his life.
Fu Jingshu pursed his lips, "You're working for us. If anything were to happen to you, Qingqing would definitely feel responsible."
The words were quite blunt.
He purely didn't want Shen Qingqing to have another man on her mind.
Not even a dead one!
King chuckled dumbly, "This is indeed your style."
...
Shen Qingqing soon prepared a table of dishes, "Dinner is ready."
King glanced at Fu Jingshu, "Do you need help walking?"
Fu Jingshu gave him a look like he was an idiot, "My shoulder is injured, not my leg."
Meaning, walking was still not a problem.
As he spoke, he had already stood up and walked towards the dining room on his own. King watched him, so familiar as if he were in his own home, and was somewhat speechless.
During the meal, the two men were as silent as usual.
Shen Qingqing didn't ask what they had discussed in the living room. She focused on serving Fu Jingshu, encouraging him to eat more.
After all, he was injured now and needed to eat well to recover.
Fu Jingshu accepted everything, eating whatever was served, which King found quite amusing, so he deliberately put a piece of food onto Fu Jingshu's plate.
He was then glared at by Fu Jingshu.
As for the green vegetable, it was unceremoniously returned to King's own bowl.
King's mouth twitched, "Does the favoritism have to be this obvious!"
Shen Qingqing watched their interaction, stifling a laugh as she lowered her head to eat. After the meal, she checked the time; it was already eight in the evening.
"You'll stay here tonight, and we'll return to the palace first thing tomorrow morning."
Fu Jingshu and King had no objections.
Before sleeping that night, King brought her the special medicine, "Examine it and see if there are any problems."
Shen Qingqing examined it carefully and said, "Leave it to the old man. I'm not good at this."
King was indifferent, "As you wish. Anyway, my mission is complete. From now on, I can retire with honor."
"Thank you."
She said sincerely.
King rubbed his arm, "Hey, I told you not to be so polite all the time, why don't you ever remember?"
Shen Qingqing just smiled.
Seeing the smile on her face, King couldn't hold back, "What are you smiling about? Do you look good when you smile?"
Before Shen Qingqing could answer, he himself started to laugh.
"Yes, it is quite beautiful."
Fu Jingshu's cold gaze swept over again. King raised an eyebrow, "What, you don't think your wife is beautiful?"
Fu Jingshu: "..."
"Is she beautiful or not?" King pressed intentionally.
Fu Jingshu's lips moved, but he didn't speak.
He wasn't very good at praising his wife in front of others.
King wouldn't let him off, "If you don't say it, it means you really don't think she's beautiful. In that case..."
He deliberately drew out his words.
Shen Qingqing also couldn't help but look at Fu Jingshu.
He coldly glanced at King, who was clearly enjoying the show, then turned to his wife. Without lowering his voice, he said calmly, "Beautiful."
Since the room was quiet, lowering his voice would be useless anyway.
The instigator would still hear.
Shen Qingqing hadn't responded yet, but King exclaimed, "It seems your taste is similar to mine. No wonder you like the same type."
He muttered the last sentence to himself.
Fu Jingshu and Shen Qingqing hadn't heard clearly and both looked at him. He shrugged, raised his wrist to show them his watch.
"It's getting late, I'm going to rest. Goodnight."
As soon as the person left and the door closed, Shen Qingqing turned to Fu Jingshu, her gaze lingering on the wound on his shoulder, and softly asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Fu Jingshu extended a hand to her.
She didn't hesitate to place her hand in his, and they naturally embraced. However, she usually liked to lean on his left shoulder.
Now, she couldn't.
Leaning on his right shoulder felt the same, but she still felt a bit awkward, unaccustomed, and she gently stroked his left shoulder.
"You must get better quickly."
When the wound would heal wasn't up to him to say, but Fu Jingshu still replied, "Okay."
The moonlight streamed through the window, casting a glow on the floor. On the bed, Fu Jingshu held his wife in his arms, feeling a surge of contentment.
Even his voice became incredibly gentle.
"You weren't injured, were you?"
Shen Qingqing shook her head, "I'm fine. Those people couldn't hurt me."
It was strange that Pei Xi hadn't attacked her then. He could have easily shot her, so why did he target King in the end?
A kiss as light as a feather landed on her forehead, successfully interrupting her thoughts. Perhaps it was the gentleness of the night, or perhaps it was the warmth of his embrace.
She suddenly felt drowsy, no longer wanting to think about those things.
She had plenty of time tomorrow, so she should rest for now.
She hugged the man and lay down, being careful not to touch his left shoulder. She murmured, "Let's not think about troublesome things for now. Let's sleep first, wash up properly, and we have a tough battle to fight tomorrow."
If nothing unexpected happened, it would be the final confrontation with Pei Xi.
"Okay, sleep."
Fu Jingshu had been feeling a bit restless, after all, he was holding the woman he loved most. But upon hearing her words, his heart softened instantly.
Unable to think of anything else, he held her close and slowly closed his eyes.
...
In the early morning, a knock sounded at the door.
Shen Qingqing was woken up and her first action was to check the time, her eyes still heavy with sleep, "It's only six o'clock, and King is knocking on the door. He's truly insane."
She mumbled as she lay there.
Fu Jingshu pulled the blanket over her and got up to open the door.
King stood at the doorway. Seeing his bare upper body, he whistled teasingly, "Get up for breakfast... It seems you had a very wonderful night last night~"