He Ting got up and walked out. An Ke couldn't stop him, but she was truly shocked by He Ting's refreshingly unique train of thought.
What did he mean by a man as excellent as him? And what did he mean by her having a faulty brain because of the operation?
Wait a minute. She'd had a brain operation?
An Ke instinctively touched her head. Sure enough, there was a bandage. Then she touched the back of her head. The sutured wound after the operation extended to the back of her neck.
Damn it! He'd actually operated on her without her consent. It was really... But she had to admit that after the operation, the pain in the back of her head was indeed gone.
He Ting didn't show up again for the next ten-odd days. An Ke first rested in bed and later started simple exercises on the ground. After all, with her background as a special agent, her body recovered quickly.
The people who served her were all old servants. She knew each of them. Each of them said that He Ting loved and doted on her so much that he wished he could give her the best in the world. But only An Ke herself knew that the man could be extremely heartless.
Moreover, she really didn't know if his kindness to her this time would eventually push her into an abyss again.
From the moment He Ting abandoned her, she understood one thing: one must never covet things that didn't belong to them, otherwise, the only one who would get hurt in the end was themselves.
Early this morning, the He Mansion was extremely quiet. Only the occasional sizzling sound of roasting meat came from the kitchen.
"Yuan Ping, why is this beef so difficult to roast?" He Ting looked at the twentieth charred steak that had been flown in directly from Australia with regret, shook his head, picked it up, and threw it away.
"Yeah, it's really difficult. I've never had so much trouble taking apart someone's bones."
"How vulgar. Don't let An An hear you. If she wants to divorce me because of your talk of beating and killing, I'll take apart your bones." As he said this, He Ting put the twenty-first steak into the pan.
Yuan Ping twitched the corner of his mouth. He was so smoothly made the scapegoat. People who didn't know would think that An Ke was divorcing not because she had let go, but because of him, a cannon - fodder bodyguard.
"Brother, you guessed right. An Ke's return is indeed not simple. It was arranged by 'the Priest'," Yuan Ping said. "The Priest used Lü Shouxian to send An Ke to your side, and then installed a destruction program on An Ke. As soon as she entered the mansion, the security system automatically failed. That's why the Priest's men could break into the mansion so easily."
"Okay." He Ting nodded, carefully shaking the steak in the pan with a spatula and occasionally sprinkling some red wine on it. "What about Bo Jinnian? Any movement?"
"This guy has a really tough bone. I've used all kinds of torture, but he just won't say where the Priest is." Yuan Ping said hatefully.
He Ting's eyes flashed. "For every ounce of flesh you cut off from him, you must make him gain back the same amount within seven days. Anyway, I want to see Bo Jinnian standing in front of me alive and kicking after seven days."
"Ah?" Yuan Ping was so shocked that his chin almost dropped. "Brother, he's almost dead. How can I make him gain weight?"
"If you don't, do you want to go and die with him?" He Ting gave him a cold look. Yuan Ping immediately shivered. His brother always meant what he said.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it. If I can't make him gain weight, I'll cut my own flesh and give it to him, okay?" After saying that, Yuan Ping glanced at the horrible steak in the pan and turned to leave. But the man behind him casually said, "If you really cut it, remember to call me. I want to see if it tastes good when fried."
Pfft!
Yuan Ping spat out three mouthfuls of old blood.
His brother used to be a sarcastic person. After meeting An Ke, he became glib. Now that An Ke had "come back from the dead", his words were like honey laced with poison, with a gentle tone but vicious content. It was simply unbearable.
An Ke came out of the room and found the whole house very quiet.
Her eyes instantly turned cold. She looked around warily and at the same time reached for the weapon behind her waist. She always carried a weapon with her.
But suddenly, a strong smell of charred food rushed into her nostrils. She frowned involuntarily, and walked downstairs warily and curiously towards the kitchen.
Ding! Dang! Kuang!
After several loud noises of pots and pans colliding and shattering, the kitchen fell silent. When An Ke reached the door, she saw He Ting bustling to put down the spatula in his hand and pick up the frying pan that had fallen on the ground.
When he noticed a figure at the door, he looked up and gave a gentle smile. "An An, you're up. We can have breakfast."
An Ke instinctively looked at the sink. There were two plates on it, each with... some black unidentified objects.
Surely those weren't their breakfast.
An Ke turned around and walked away speechlessly. He Ting quickly followed her. "An An, wait."
In his hurry, he stepped on the oil on the ground and slipped. He instinctively propped his hand on the ground, but his palm landed directly on the frying pan on the ground. The frying pan had just finished frying the steak and was still very hot. Blisters immediately formed on He Ting's palm.
Seeing He Ting in such a mess, An Ke finally couldn't bear it and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"No. It doesn't hurt when I see you." He Ting stood up, walked over, and showed her the palm of his hand. "This little injury of mine is nothing. If it can make up for the pain in your heart, I'd be willing to burn this hand too."
An Ke pursed her lips. "I've said that the past is even between us. My approach to you was not pure, and it was reasonable for you to push me out to bait the Priest in the end. So, He Ting, we..."
"Shh!" The man put a finger on her red lips. "If you say one more word, I'll kiss you."
An Ke's heart skipped a beat. Some sweet memories flashed before her eyes. She pushed his hand away with a cold face and turned to go upstairs. "I'll go get the first - aid kit."
When she came back, she saw the black unidentified objects already on the dining table, and He Ting was staring blankly at the plate in front of him.
Could it be that he had realized that this wasn't fit for human consumption?
"What's wrong?" An Ke walked over and put the first - aid kit in front of him, clearly indicating that he should apply the medicine himself.
The man looked up and said a little dejectedly, "I should have just kissed you then."
Cough! Cough! Cough!
An Ke almost choked to death.
Was He Ting hit on the head by a stone back then, causing a mental disorder?
They used to be as sweet as honey, but now what was this? His expression showed grievance, cuteness, and even a bit of feigning pity. Was this still the once cold - blooded overlord of Country N?
An Ke turned to leave, but suddenly heard him say, "Help me. There's no one else at home. I don't know how to do it myself."
"Where are the others?"
"I sent them all away."
"Why?"
"Don't you know?"
"Should I know?"
"Okay. I wanted to have a private world with you."
An Ke took a deep breath to barely suppress the urge to strangle He Ting.
"If two people are in love, even if there are people around, it's still a private world. But if their hearts are not together, what's the use of a private world?"
An Ke sat down and applied the medicine while speaking. There was a hidden meaning in her words, and He Ting understood it, but he just wanted to shamelessly play dumb now.
After the medicine was applied, He Ting looked at her with a smile. "To thank you, I'll grant you one wish, as long as it's not a divorce."
"Really?" An Ke looked at He Ting and then said, "Let my senior brother go."