I Dragged My Fiance's Uncle off the Altar

Chapter 81: Heartache

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The warmth under her feet did not leave. In fact, the movements became firmer. Xing Shu tried her best to open her eyes, but she could only see a tense jaw. His aura was glacial. However, Xing Shu felt inexplicably relieved. She seemed to have… tasted a little candy…

Meanwhile, Liu Chun arrived at the police station. She thought of countless ways to rail at Xing Shu in her mind. Why didn’t that b*tch, Xing Shu choose to settle it privately?! Why did she drag her down?! She was a member of the Liu family! She must give Xing Shu the works!

As soon as she got out of the car, Liu Chun saw a tall figure carrying someone into a car. It was too far away for her to see who the man was.

“Where is Xing Shu? I want to talk to her personally,” Liu Chun said impatiently as soon as they entered the police station. Then, she frowned in disdain when she saw the man who was handcuffed. Imbecile!

On the way back to Manor No. 1, Jian Yaochuan—who was sitting in the front— did not even dare to breathe too loud. They had been due to depart Beijing an hour ago when Cheng Lang suddenly detoured to the police station. This was the first time the President had skipped such an important meeting to deal with other matters—and it was related to a woman. Curiosity got the better of Jian Yaochuan and he could not help but peek at the rearview mirror.

In the back seat, Cheng Lang’s expression was still very glacial, but his hands were very gentle as he held Xing Shu in his arms. The concierge doctor was already waiting in the manor. Xing Shu had been injured twice in a short period of time.

The doctor treated the wound on Xing Shu’s foot and handed a tube of ointment to Cheng Lang. The ointment was for bruises—there was an obvious red pinch mark on Xing Shu’s neck. How much force did one exert to leave such a mark?

The atmosphere in the manor was very uncomfortable, and everyone was trembling with fear. The doctor held the ointment for a long time, but Cheng Lang did not take it.

Cheng Lang sat silently on the couch, his dark eyelashes drooping like ice sculptures. The doctor gulped, and placed the ointment on the coffee table cautiously. “Apply once in the morning and once in the evening daily, and the bruise should heal in three days.” He did not dare to stay any longer and left promptly. Mr. Cheng’s aura was too scary.

Cheng Lang looked at the ointment on the coffee table. After three seconds of silence, he got up and went to the bathroom to wash and disinfect his hands. When he returned, he put the ointment in his jacket and carried Xing Shu upstairs.

Xing Shu did not sleep well. Her forehead was covered in cold sweat. Cheng Lang placed her on the bed and took out the ointment. He squeezed a little on his finger and applied it on Xing Su’s neck bit by bit. The cold ointment stimulated her skin and gave her goosebumps.

Xing Shu raised her hand to scratch it, but Cheng Lang grabbed her wrist. “Don’t move.” He pressed Xing Shu’s hand on the bed and continued to apply the ointment with his other hand.

After applying it, Cheng Lang wiped his hands with a wet tissue. When he looked up, he met Xing Shu’s gaze. She did not seem to be fully conscious, and her eyes were hazy. “Young Uncle? Didn’t you go on a business trip?”

Cheng Lang threw the wet tissue into the trash can and closed his eyes indifferently. He was still angry, so he did not answer. Xing Shu reached out her fingertips and gently tugged at his sleeve. She knew that Cheng Lang was angry, but she did not know why. She was the victim and hurting everywhere— her neck, her soles, her eyes… her entire body. Tears flowed uncontrollably.

Cheng Lang looked at Xing Shu and raised his eyelids. “Why are you crying?

Xing Shu shook her head and wanted to explain, but she could not say a word. Cheng Lang looked at her red eyes and wet eyelashes. This was the first time he had seen her vulnerability. In his mind, Xing Shu was a cunning, determined, and seductive succubus. She had never cried so miserably.

Cheng Lang had seen women cry in the 26 years of his life, but Xing Shu’s tears were different. They tugged at his heartstrings. He took a handkerchief and gently wiped Xing Shu’s face. Her skin was very tender, or rather, every part of her skin was tender. She should be nourished by power and money.

There was a sudden clap of thunder outside the window. Lightning struck, and raindrops pattered down. Cheng Lang sat by the bed and waited for the sun to rise. He slowly walked to the window wall. The raindrops fell on the window like shattered diamonds.

Jian Yaochuan knocked lightly on the door the next morning, at 10 at o’clock. “President, the video conference is ready..”