CHAPTER 290: CHAPTER 290: YOU ARE THE MOST PRECIOUS 2_1

She exclaimed, "Xiaojue, have you been tending to me this whole time?"

"You’re injured. Of course, I need to take care of you."

She grinned. It’s actually not that bad to be injured.

It wasn’t until Huang Xiaojue had cleaned up everything, replaced her tea with a hot one, and sat down beside her that she asked, "Xiaojue, you must have been really worried these past few days, haven’t you?"

He stared at her. "I was just worried about you! Xixi, he beat you this badly. I absolutely will not let him get away with it."

Yan Xixi had never seen such an expression from him before. It was murderous and imbued with intense hatred. He didn’t even want to utter the name "Wan Donglin," referring to him only as "he."

Suddenly, she felt uneasy and sat up straight. "No, he didn’t hit me. This injury... I got it when I fell..."

Before Huang Xiaojue could respond, his cellphone rang.

He answered the call, listened for a moment, and immediately said, "Yes, the culprit did indeed use violence and illegally assaulted one of our employees. The injuries are still visible... Our employee is now out of danger. Thank you for your concern. I will keep you updated on any new developments..."

After hanging up, he explained, "That was the head of the labor department from headquarters. They’ve been closely following the progress of this vicious kidnapping case and have also notified the public relations and legal departments. If necessary, they will use diplomatic channels to apply pressure. Xixi, you don’t have to be afraid. He won’t be able to cover this up. This time, I will make Wan Donglin pay the price..."

Yan Xixi watched as he took photos of the injury on her head and was about to send them. Suddenly, she stood up, snatched his phone, and whispered, "Xiaojue, he really didn’t hit me. I injured myself... Look, if he had hit me, the wound wouldn’t look like this. I had a heated argument with him that night and knocked over a vase..."

Huang Xiaojue couldn’t believe it. "Xixi, are you still afraid of him? There’s no need to be. Starting today, I’ll apply for a restraining order so he can’t come near you again..."

"Xiaojue, more trouble is the last thing we need."

Disbelief was clearly written on Huang Xiaojue’s face. For a moment, he seemed at a loss for words, as if he had never expected Yan Xixi to have such an attitude.

Yan Xixi took her own phone, opened the photo gallery, and handed it to him. "Xiaojue, look at this."

It was a photo of Wan Donglin’s injured hand. The wound, deep in his palm, was bleeding profusely. She had secretly taken the picture while he was changing his bandages at home. Treatment for his injury had been delayed, and it had nearly become infected. Once, while changing the dressing, he aggravated the wound, causing it to bleed heavily again.

"After we broke up, I had no contact with him whatsoever. But one day, he suddenly showed up and forcibly took me to his place... However, he never forced himself on me. He just wouldn’t let me leave..."

She remembered how she had willingly chosen to be with Wan Donglin at first—at least for the money! Afterwards, he had never forced her to do anything. Even that one time he got drunk and almost went too far, she had hit him hard several times and nearly injured him with something...

She blushed slightly but remained forthright. "I refused to stay, so we ended up fighting. I grabbed a fruit knife and stabbed him, but in the chaos, I knocked down a clothes rack and was hit by a falling vase. Strictly speaking, he was hurt much more seriously than I was, and I was the one who started it. Xiaojue, I don’t want to blow this out of proportion. Besides, Liu Daqing assured me that Wan Donglin definitely wouldn’t dare to harass me again..."