He pulled Su Ruanruan into his arms, like comforting a child: "Feeling better now? If you are, Third Brother won’t let you off easily."
Su Ruanruan slapped him.
"Don’t you dare, He Jitang!"
He Jitang’s lips brushed against her hair, his voice gentle: "How should I deal with such disobedience?"
While speaking, he pulled out a belt and tied her hands behind her back.
Su Ruanruan struggled frantically, kicking him hard: "If you don’t kill me, I’ll kill you!"
Yet, he scooped her up horizontally and laid her on the luxurious king-sized bed.
He Jitang straightened up.
He was covered in blood, yet he seemed to feel none of it.
Su Ruanruan hoped he would bleed to death!
With Bao Jingyan dead, she wanted He Jitang to join him in the grave.
Of course, He Jitang wouldn’t. He watched her momentarily, then opened the door and called for Chen Er.
Chen Er had been guarding for half a day, thinking that Master Ji was making love. He never expected to open the door to such a tragic sight.
Master Ji was injured again!
Chen Er’s eyes reddened: "Miss Su, you are so heartless!"
Su Ruanruan glared at him; she would not forget it was Chen Er who was ready to hurt Bao Jingyan.
As long as she lived, she would avenge this.
Chen Er was frightened by her glare. Just as he was about to speak, He Jitang said: "Call the doctor."
Chen Er trembled slightly: "With such a severe injury, you need to go to the hospital."
"Call the doctor here!" He Jitang’s tone was harsh!
Chen Er had no choice but to fetch the doctor.
He Jitang was extremely weak now, and he sat down beside the dining table, supporting himself with the edge.
After a while, he looked toward Su Ruanruan.
Su Ruanruan lay there quietly, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.
He laughed at himself mockingly: In such a state, yet she cried only for Bao Jingyan.
While treating the wound, Chen Er felt indignant on his behalf: "Master Ji, why not tell her that Bao Jingyan is not dead!"
He Jitang gave him a look: "Shut up!"
Just mentioning Bao Jingyan made him uncomfortable; his brows lightly furrowed.
The doctor smiled: "Does it hurt? I said you need anesthesia!"
He Jitang was indifferent: "It hurts!"
That night, he went to see Su Ruanruan again.
She was silent, silently crying with her back to the door... He thought, if he let her cry for a few days, would her feelings for Bao Jingyan fade?
The maid came with a tray, speaking softly: "Miss Su refuses to eat."
He Jitang took the tray from her: "Leave."
He placed the tray on the table, and finding it hard to bear, gently untied the belt on her wrists.
Freed, Su Ruanruan tried to hit him again.
He Jitang grabbed her long hair and dragged her into his embrace.
He was refined, but the physical strength between a man and a woman was markedly different.
He Jitang whispered in her ear: "Little Sister, don’t push me! I do have feelings."
Su Ruanruan struggled desperately: "Let go of me!"
He Jitang, his temper rising, neck muscles tense, couldn’t hold back and began to kiss her neck...
Su Ruanruan slapped him across the face.
He Jitang gripped her hair tightly, drawing her face close, his eyes faintly red as if hiding flames: "Do you really think I won’t lay a hand on you?"
Su Ruanruan’s lips trembled.
She said: "If Third Brother touches me, I will die!"
He Jitang’s palm massaged the back of her head, his breathing erratic... After a long time, the flame in his eyes slowly disappeared.
He listlessly let go of her and stepped back.
After a moment, He Jitang said softly: "Mrs. Zhou has come to see you several times. I refused her, but tomorrow I will invite her to see you. Maybe after seeing her, you will feel better."
Su Ruanruan’s expression slightly stirred.
He Jitang watched her quietly.
Under the lamp, the tear mole at the corner of his eye was attractively red, yet it added a touch of melancholy.