CHAPTER 172: CHAPTER 159 SU YAN’S LITTLE UNCLE

Shen Yanchen held her head and deepened the kiss, He Ye watched from the side and swallowed nervously.

He’s a normal guy, seriously, it felt like watching a live-action movie.

As they kissed, Shen Yanchen’s grip loosened, then his whole body stilled, his eyes half-open looking at Gu Qimiao, trembling, then closing completely.

Gu Qimiao breathed a sigh of relief, got off him, and seeing the fast-acting effect of the medication, she asked worriedly, "Is he okay?"

"There are sedatives in the medication, he’ll be fine when he wakes up."

Gu Qimiao looked at him with concern, not realizing she herself was no better off, with messy hair, disheveled dress, and dried blood all over her face and body.

He Ye watched from the side, thinking he probably understood why Brother Chen liked this girl so much.

He Ye went downstairs, found a servant, got the first aid kit, and returned upstairs to help Shen Yanchen clean and bandage his wound.

Then he asked Gu Qimiao, who was sitting by the bedside: "Are you hurt?"

Gu Qimiao lowered her head to look at herself, realizing it was mostly his blood, only her hand had a bit of glass when he pushed her earlier.

She raised her hand and picked out the glass shards herself.

He Ye’s eyes widened: "Glass in your hand?"

She nodded while picking, "Yeah, just getting it out, it’s fine."

"Doesn’t it hurt?" Shocked by her calmness, he stammered.

Gu Qimiao paused, glanced at He Ye, remembering Shen Yanchen’s words not to tell anyone about this. Though He Ye seemed nice, she chose to heed Shen Yanchen.

Softly she said: "...a little."

Though she said it hurt a little, she didn’t even flinch as He Ye cleaned her wound with alcohol.

He Ye didn’t think much, silently impressed by the girl’s strength and lack of fuss.

"Brother He, you go and take care of your stuff, I’ll watch him and tidy up the room."

He Ye, thinking of the beauties downstairs, nodded cheerfully and left with the medical kit.

...

A man leaned against a pillar in a quiet corner downstairs, smoking.

There were few people here, and he couldn’t see much, only hearing faint music from the garden.

"Second Brother?" Xiaoxiao, returning from the bathroom, spotted Shen Yiran and walked over.

Shen Yiran flicked his cigarette ash, turning to look at her.

"Didn’t Dudu go upstairs to find you? Why are you here?"

Shen Yiran frowned, paused for two seconds and asked: "Didn’t she come down?"

Xiaoxiao was puzzled: "Come down? She went up to find you ages ago."

"Where is she now?"

"No idea. She’s been gone since she went to find you."

Shen Yiran tossed his cigarette and rushed upstairs.

He was uneasy because he knew Dudu too well. With her personality, she wouldn’t stay alone for long. Even if sad, she’d come out to find people to play; even if crying, she’d find someone to scold and cry with.

Taking the stairs two at a time, he pushed open his door, seeing her discarded clothes on the floor, and looked at his bed, seeing a slight bulge.

Was she sleeping alone?

His relaxed mind tensed immediately as he activated the lights and saw the bloodstains by the table.

He hurried to the bed: "Su Yutong."

Feeling no patience for her response, he lifted the blanket. If he hadn’t seen the blood, he’d think she was sleeping sweetly here.

But he saw her injuries, initially worried she might have slit her wrists, but on checking, both wrists were clean.

Grabbing her hand, he turned her body to face him, seeing the blood by her cheek, staining the whole pillow red.

Shen Yiran grabbed his robe, wrapped her up, and carried her urgently downstairs.

Her face was pale, her breath weak.

He dashed to the garage from the back door, laying her across the back seat, and sped to the hospital.

He wished her well, but she always ended up hurt because of him.

The injury on her forehead was from when he roughly pushed her. She said it hurt a lot, but he ignored her, slamming the door as he left.

If she came to harm because of this, he’d live in regret forever.