Qin Sijue’s face was impassive, and after half a minute, his lips suddenly curled into a smile, "That’s my wife for you."
"Order all the plastic surgery hospitals in the country not to restore her original appearance, and in addition, forbid her from setting foot out of Country Z!"
Luo Chen nodded in acknowledgment and soon stood up. Looking at Gu Qiangwei, whom Qin Sijue held in his arms, he thought: This Young Madam really has been influenced by the Young Master for too long; she’s been led astray by him. Such a method of punishment is indeed bloody and ruthless!
But for a woman like Fu Yingying who is utterly unaware of her place, such punishment is more than appropriate!
To kill her would be too merciful.
Watching Qin Sijue’s car head toward the mid-mountain, Luo Chen also signaled his men to fall in line.
As for Fu Yingying, left on the road, her fate was up to the gods. She could either perish or, if lucky, make her way back to the city and preserve her life.
After returning to Jueyuan, Gu Qiangwei, having suffered only minor injuries, told him not to call Li Yuan and instead took the first-aid kit to clean her wounds herself.
"Are you sure you don’t want help?"
Opposite her, Qin Sijue looked at her. Although there was only a bruise on her forehead, it looked quite painful.
There were also cuts on her lower leg made by thorns, which made him feel uneasy about letting her handle it all on her own.
Gu Qiangwei bent over, cleaning her leg wounds and applying iodine.
"Of course," she said, "it’s just a minor injury; I often treated myself when I was a child."
Qin Sijue looked up and glanced at her full, rounded forehead, "Did you often get injured as a child?"
Gu Qiangwei, without looking up, continued to attend to her wounds and casually answered his question, "Yeah, when I was a child, ever since Chen Peifang came to our house, I would get hurt from time to time, and Gu Zhendong was often away on business trips, so there was no one to take care of me, and I would just treat myself according to what the books said."
It sounded like an ordinary childhood memory, but on hearing it, Qin Sijue felt a pang of something caught in his heart, a hard-to-describe taste.
The next second, he snatched the cotton swab and iodine from her hand.
Gu Qiangwei paused, looked up in surprise, "What are you doing?"
"I’ll do it!" he said, placing her leg on his own and beginning to carefully clean it for her.
Gu Qiangwei looked on blankly, not understanding what had gotten into him so suddenly; his actions were uncharacteristic.
Perhaps he was too forceful, causing her pain, and she couldn’t help but furrow her brow and let out a soft cry.
He hesitated in his movement, and looking up at the pained expression on her face, he felt somewhat distressed.
Perhaps he was naturally only suited for rougher tasks, like forcefully holding her, kissing her, doting on her, and threatening her in various ways!
"Does it hurt a lot?"
Gu Qiangwei looked up to find a slight look of loss on his handsome face.
Even though he tried to hide it, she noticed it.
She was taken aback, her eyes flashing.
Had he just now decided on a whim to clean her wounds after hearing that no one did so for her as a child?
And after hurting her, he felt he wasn’t gentle enough and blamed himself, while still not wanting her to do it herself.
Thinking this, Gu Qiangwei pursed her lips and smiled, "It’s okay."
He didn’t speak again but bent down once more to attend to her.
His movements were very gentle, very soft, but as a man, he naturally wasn’t adept at such meticulous work, so even with care, it was inevitable that he would hurt her.
However, Gu Qiangwei didn’t make a sound again, her lips constantly bearing a faint smile as she watched him attentively treat her wounds.