Shi Nuan uttered a soft "Mm," and said, "Thank you!"
Just as she was about to reach out to take it, the servant suddenly exclaimed, "Ah~," and the hand holding the tray became unsteady in an instant...
The next moment, the tray tilted, and an entire cup of hot juice, without leaving a drop, spilled all over...
And the majority of it spilled onto Shi Nuan’s legs...
The juice wasn’t scalding hot, but because it was delivered quickly, it was hotter than the juice usually drunk.
Shi Nuan was wearing long pants today, and with a cup of hot juice spilled on them, the entire pants were naturally ruined.
But that wasn’t the main issue; the juice cup fell to the ground and shattered instantly, glass shards flying everywhere, with one small piece splashing onto Shi Nuan’s ankle.
Her originally fair skin was instantly scratched with a red scar.
She instinctively hissed, and a strange smile flashed across the servant’s lips for a second, before looking flustered and apologizing.
And just then, two urgent voices came from not far away.
One came from Yu Yao, who had just returned from the entrance with Song Qingyang!
And the other came from Song Yansheng, who had just come out of the bathroom.
Upon hearing these two voices, the servant was truly frightened, turning pale, and with a thud, kneeled on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, her forehead stained with broken glass, even bleeding.
Shi Nuan hurriedly bent down to help her, but just as she reached out her arm, she was already pulled up by Song Yansheng, who strode over.
Song Yansheng took a handkerchief from his pocket and began to wipe the wetness off her leg, while asking her if she was injured.
Before Shi Nuan could answer, he had already noticed the streak of blood on her ankle, and his previously clear eyes darkened instantly.
He turned his gaze slightly, glanced at the servant who was crying miserably, and said in a supremely cold tone, "Get out—"
The servant was startled, quickly wiped her tears, stood up, and hurriedly walked outside.
As she passed by Yu Yao and Song Qingyang, she didn’t even dare to lift her head to look at them.
Yu Yao, being soft-hearted, frowned when she saw the servant’s forehead bleeding, but didn’t dare say anything in front of her son and merely exchanged a glance with Song Qingyang.
Song Qingyang nodded, watching as Song Yansheng had already swept Shi Nuan up into his arms, letting a wave of mournful emotion surface in her heart once more.
She closed her eyes, unable to bear watching further, and turned to follow after the servant.
At that moment, Song Yansheng was already carrying Shi Nuan upstairs, and before Shi Nuan could stop him, it was too late.
Yu Yao watched from the doorway, sighing yet feeling helpless.
Song Yansheng directly carried Shi Nuan into his bedroom in the old house, placed her on the sofa, and then went to find a first aid kit.
Shi Nuan wanted to say: it’s just a minor cut, it’s really nothing.
But she felt that even if she said so, it wouldn’t change anything.
Song Yansheng retrieved the first aid kit and disinfected the wound on her ankle, then placed a band-aid on it.
Just then, there was a knock on the door, and Song Yansheng turned his gaze slightly and asked in an unfriendly tone, "Who is it?"
The voice outside was trembling, saying, "Mr... Mr., the old lady sent me with a clean pair of pants!"
Shi Nuan’s pants were completely soaked, indeed needing a new pair.
His expression softened a bit, and he said, "Come in!"
The person standing outside was Xiao Yan.
She didn’t dare say a word, delivering the clean pants and then hurriedly leaving the room. fr\(e)ew(e)b.(n)o (v)(e)l.com
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