"Okay."
Shen Qingqing no longer looked at the woman on the ground. She knew that Fu Jingshu would handle everything, and naturally, he wouldn't let the woman die, as they still needed to extract some information from her.
Old Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Yu Ying saw the wound on her neck and their faces turned pale.
"How did this happen? How did you get so injured?"
"Quick, come and sit down. Hurry, someone go get the medical kit. Can we treat it at home? If not, we should go to the hospital."
Old Mrs. Xiao's heart skipped a beat as she looked at the wound.
Xiao Yu Ying echoed, "Let's go to the hospital."
Shen Qingqing looked at her grandmother and her aunt, then suddenly smiled, a sweet and playful smile.
Old Mrs. Xiao said crossly, "You can still smile? Look at this wound, it's bleeding nonstop. What if you're left with a scar, as a young lady?"
Xiao Yu Ying nodded frantically. She didn't have children of her own, so she treated Shen Qingqing like her daughter. Seeing her injured, she was anxious and flustered.
"And you, how did you protect our girl?"
Old Mrs. Xiao couldn't help but shift her anger to Fu Jingshu.
As soon as she finished speaking, her arm was held. It was her restless granddaughter who was hurt. "Grandma, it's really not his fault. I was careless. But it's okay, it's just a small wound. It will be fine after applying medicine."
She wasn't in much pain anymore, and it had stopped bleeding.
Old Mrs. Xiao glared at her, but her heart ached as she looked at the wound on her granddaughter's neck. She couldn't say anything reproachful.
After the medicine was applied, Shen Qingqing was back to her energetic self.
Old Mrs. Xiao was both exasperated and relieved. "You should go upstairs and rest properly..."
Shen Qingqing shook her head. "Grandma, I want to make you some supper. You haven't tasted my cooking yet."
"But your injury..."
"My injury is fine." The gauze wrapped around Shen Qingqing's slender neck only made it appear more elegant. "I'm in a good mood today, so I'll cook myself. Let you all taste my skills."
She had to do something to distract her grandmother and aunt.
With that, she turned and headed for the kitchen.
Old Mrs. Xiao quickly looked at Fu Jingshu. "Hurry and stop her. She's still injured, why is she cooking? What if the wound gets wet?"
"Don't worry, Madam."
Fu Jingshu followed closely behind.
In the kitchen, he saw the slender, tall figure already busy. A warm current suddenly flowed through his heart.
When she turned, he clearly saw the smile on her face.
It was a smile of joy and happiness.
His heart stirred.
Shen Qingqing turned and saw him, pouting. "Grandma asked you to come, didn't she? Are you going to stop me too?"
She held a spatula in one hand and a pot in the other, looking as if she would hit him over the head with the pot if Fu Jingshu dared to say yes.
Fu Jingshu took an apron from the wall and tied it around her.
"I wouldn't dare. If my wife has something to say, how could I not obey? I'll be your assistant."
"That's more like it."
She deserved a reward. She kissed him on the cheek, causing the man's eyes to instantly deepen. She, however, had stirred up a fire and turned back to stir-fry.
Fu Jingshu took a deep breath, calming the surging fire in his heart, and willingly helped her.
"Qingqing, I will never leave you again."
Shen Qingqing was stunned. "Why are you suddenly saying this?"
Fu Jingshu didn't speak, but in his mind, he recalled the scene in the alley. If she hadn't dodged... that small blade would have been enough to take her life.
His heart fluttered.
He took a deep breath before slowly saying, "I was negligent today. It won't happen again."
Shen Qingqing didn't seem to care much. "It's not your fault. I was the one who insisted on going. Who knew that woman's acting was so good, she'd allow herself to be molested just to kill me."
She had seen the marks on the woman's shoulders and neck, and her dishevelled state, before believing her.
Who knew she'd go to such lengths.
To kill her, she had truly gone to great lengths.
As they spoke, the atmosphere was very warm. Little did they know, Old Mrs. Xiao, seeing that they had been gone for so long, came to check on them with concern. Seeing this scene, she felt relieved.
She didn't say anything, just watched for a while before turning back to the living room.
That night, Fu Jingshu, holding his sleeping wife in his arms, suddenly felt his phone vibrate. He quickly opened his eyes, his deep gaze clear.
He covered his wife's ears with one hand and took his phone with the other, pressing to hang up.
After a moment, there was no movement from the woman in his arms.
He then slowly got up. Before leaving, he didn't forget to tuck his wife in, then, holding his phone, he went to the balcony and dialed the number he had just received.
"Master Fu, this woman is very stubborn. We've tried every method, but she refuses to confess."
Fu Jingshu stood by the railing, looking at the night sky not far away, his voice deep. "Then find her weakness. Since she has endured torture herself, she must have something she wants to protect."
Be it a person or an object.
Don't let me find it. Once I do, heh.
He let out a cold laugh unintentionally. The person on the other end of the phone shivered and hung up after acknowledging the order.
He stood outside for a while before returning to the room. The cold air clung to him. He didn't get into bed immediately but watched his wife's sleeping face by the bed for a while.
Only after the cold air dissipated and he was surrounded by warmth did he lift the covers.
As soon as he lay down, his wife rolled into his arms, hugging him as if it were natural. He hugged her back, kissed her forehead lightly, and slowly closed his eyes.
Early morning.
Shen Qingqing opened her eyes and found the bed beside her cold. She looked around. "Fu Jingshu?"
"I'm here."
The man walked in from the doorway holding a tray with steamed buns, fried dough sticks, milk, soy milk, and pickles. "Go wash up, and come back for breakfast."
"I can come downstairs to eat."
Shen Qingqing threw off the covers and walked towards the bathroom. However, her peripheral vision caught the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was 10 o'clock. Breakfast time had long passed.
Her lips twitched, and she rubbed her sore waist.
All thanks to a certain someone!
After breakfast, Fu Jingshu changed her dressing. His movements were gentle and careful, as if afraid of hurting her. His anxious look made Shen Qingqing want to laugh.
She almost pulled on the wound.
Fu Jingshu gave her a meaningful look. "It seems you're not tired yet."
Shen Qingqing immediately covered her face.
It was self-deception, as if this way he wouldn't see her, and she wouldn't see him.
A smile flashed in Fu Jingshu's eyes. After applying the medicine, he threw the discarded gauze into the trash can and took her hand, leading her out and downstairs.
"I have something good to show you."
Downstairs, Old Mrs. Xiao and Xiao Yu Ying were not present. Before Shen Qingqing could ask, he had already led her outside.