Geng Rong was the most promiscuous woman Liu Yushu had ever known. She was also the one who knew men best and was most adept at dealing with them.
But as soon as Liu Yushu associated Geng Rong with Wu Qing...
She couldn't bear it. In a fit of anger, Liu Yushu threw the cup in her hand to the ground.
Liu Yushu knew exactly how Geng Rong had ensnared Wu Qing's soul, and it left a bitter taste in her mouth. Her delicate eyebrows knitted tightly. She made up her mind and refused to believe that with her own skills, she couldn't save Wu Qing's life. If Geng Rong could do it, so could she.
A strong sense of competitiveness flared up in Liu Yushu's heart. In the matter of Wu Qing, she didn't want to lose to Geng Rong.
On a sudden inspiration, she rummaged in the kitchen and fetched a pair of chopsticks and two spoons.
If Geng Rong could do it, she could too, as long as she set her mind to it.
The clear tea escaped from between her lips and teeth, leaving his lips moist. Liu Yushu impatiently whispered in her heart, "Hurry up and drink the water. Please."
But it turned out to be unexpectedly tricky and much more difficult than she had imagined.
In desperation, she picked up the two spoons and forced open Wu Qing's mouth with them, one on top and the other below. She was really afraid that if she used a bit too much force, his teeth might break, which would be truly disastrous.
Liu Yushu felt as if she was about to suffocate. Suddenly, Wu Qing opened his mouth. She quickly stuffed the pill into it and watched his Adam's apple move. Knowing that he had swallowed the pill, the anxiety in her heart gradually subsided, and the uneasiness in her eyes slowly faded.
"Miss, when shall we go back?" Zuitao asked outside the door.
She had never stayed out all night before. But he hadn't woken up yet. She really couldn't leave with peace of mind.
"You go back first," Liu Yushu said while wiping the moisture off her lips with a silk handkerchief. Blushing, she glanced at Wu Qing on the couch. His lips had regained some color, but he still looked dying, weak and feeble. One careless move and he might die.
This sight worried her so much that she couldn't just leave. The poison in Wu Qing's body hadn't been forced out yet. What if he suffered a relapse after she left?
But it was really too late. If she didn't go home, her grandmother would find out. What should she do? She was so anxious and truly at a loss.
Liu Yushu tried to convince herself like this in her heart. She sat on the couch and shook her head blankly. Even she herself didn't believe that she had no feelings for Wu Qing at all.
Zuitao outside the door was startled by Liu Yushu's words and quickly asked, "Miss, this won't do. It was already inappropriate for you to save this man..."
"You go back first. I'll be back soon. Before I return, you mustn't let anyone find out that I'm not here. Hurry up," Liu Yushu interrupted Zuitao and ordered firmly.
"Then this maid will go back first. Miss, you must come back quickly and be back in the mansion before dawn," Zuitao admonished earnestly before leaving.
The small courtyard was quiet. There were only her and Wu Qing left in the room.
She wondered when Wu Qing would wake up.
She dipped the face towel into the water basin, wrung it dry after soaking, and then sat on the couch next to him. Taking a deep breath, she reached out her hand and slowly removed the iron mask from his face. His face was fully revealed, covered with dark spots. At first glance, it was quite scary, but after getting used to it, Liu Yushu wasn't afraid anymore.
She knew that he had been kind to her.
Her delicate fingers, as tender as scallions, gently stroked his face. Her bright and gentle eyes were filled with love. Her fingers slowly moved, outlining the contour of his thin cheeks. Her fingertips seemed to be on fire and became hot.
His facial features were very delicate. Why was his face like this? If there were no such scary dark spots, he would definitely be a handsome and elegant man.
Liu Yushu wiped Wu Qing's forehead with the face towel. His forehead wasn't hot anymore, and his face wasn't as bloodless as before. He should be okay, right?
After being busy all night, she was physically and mentally exhausted and didn't feel like moving. So she leaned against the couch obliquely. He was right beside her. She tilted her head and stared at him, thinking that even a martial arts master like him could be so weak and feeble. He probably couldn't have expected it either.
What exactly had happened between him and Geng Rong?
An image appeared in Liu Yushu's mind, and she felt both ashamed and angry. She cursed in her heart that the scenes between that shameless man and Geng Rong must have been even more disgraceful. How could they be like her, always keeping the propriety between men and women.
Quietly, a hole was punctured in the window paper.
Little did she know that the scene of Liu Yushu staying with Wu Qing was clearly seen by the person hiding under the window.
The person hiding in the dark clenched their fists tightly. Their fingernails dug into their flesh, leaving several bloodstains in the palms.
Liu Yushu rested her head on Wu Qing's shoulder, closed her eyes, and took a nap, waiting for Wu Qing to wake up.
Suddenly, the door was kicked open. She was awakened. Seeing the person standing in front of her with a dark face, looking as if they wanted to devour her, her eyes widened in shock. She whispered in disbelief, "Wu... Wu Chunzhe?"
She hadn't expected Wu Chunzhe to come in.
"This man isn't your relative at all, is he?" Wu Chunzhe frowned tightly. He gritted his teeth and forced out a question, his cheeks bulging with the force of his biting.
Liu Yushu could tell that he was extremely angry. But she didn't want to lie anymore. She and Wu Qing were innocent, with nothing to hide.
"Yes, I lied to you. He isn't my relative," she said, her clear eyes staring directly at Wu Chunzhe.
Wu Chunzhe gritted his teeth even harder. "You like him? You like this ugly freak?" He wasn't a fool. The way Liu Yushu looked at Wu Qing was obviously different from the way she looked at others.
It was precisely that difference that made him so jealous that he was almost crazy.
"Maybe," Liu Yushu's tone softened. She wasn't sure how much she liked Wu Qing. But she was certain that she didn't dislike him.
Wu Chunzhe punched the table angrily and murmured to himself, "What on earth does that ugly freak have that I don't? You'd rather stay out all night with him than marry me." There was a look of sadness in his eyes.
"Don't be like this," Liu Yushu whispered to console him and then explained, "He isn't an ugly freak. It's just that his face... Mmm... Let go of me... No..."
Wu Chunzhe wouldn't listen to any explanation. He grabbed her and pinned her against the wall, frantically kissing her. No matter how she resisted and struggled, he refused to let go.
She wanted to escape but had nowhere to go. She wanted to push him away but didn't have the strength. Helplessly, she had to let him have his way.
But she wouldn't let him do as he pleased.
Liu Yushu used all her strength to break free from Wu Chunzhe. Her fingernails scratched his neck and jaw. She fought with all her might and bit him hard. Blood oozed out, and the smell of blood filled her lips and teeth.
Wu Chunzhe released her with a distorted face. She stared at him with tears streaming down her face and roared crazily, "Scoundrel! Get out!"
The beautiful woman's tears fell one after another. Liu Yushu cried uncontrollably. Ashamed and angry, she was also terrified. She was afraid that Wu Chunzhe would do something outrageous and worried that Wu Qing would wake up.
She didn't want Wu Qing to see her in such a mess!