The bedroom was decorated in an ultra-minimalist style. Apart from a bed, the room was empty all around. It was hard to judge the owner's personality from the environment and items.
Shen Ximan sat on the bed and waited for a long time but heard no sound. She lifted her veil and glanced at the clock on the wall. The hands pointed to half past twelve, but there was still no sound outside the door.
She heaved a sigh of relief. It would be even better if Bo Jingyu didn't come back tonight.
However, after a while, there came a series of footsteps outside. There was more than one person.
She quickly put on her veil again and sat upright on the bed, looking exactly like a bride in feudal times.
The door was pushed open. Two men supported another man and stumbled in. Bloodstains were left wherever they walked.
Shen Ximan was startled. She sat still in her place. The two men glanced at her and helped the man onto the bed.
"Second Master, we'll go and call a doctor!"
"No need."
Bo Jingyu's voice was still steady. He glanced at Shen Ximan. Just from her eyes, he recognized that she wasn't Shen Shiyu.
Shen Ximan's gaze fell on his chest. She quickly judged that it was a knife wound. It wasn't life - threatening, but if it wasn't treated in time, it would surely cause massive bleeding, and soon he would fall into a coma.
When she came to her senses, she saw a pair of cold eyes staring at her.
"Who are you?"
The man leaned against the headboard. His face was deathly pale, but his aura was still intimidating.
While waiting for her answer, Bo Jingyu weakly undid his suit and threw it on the ground. Then his cold gaze stayed on her.
Shen Ximan stood up abruptly. Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Bo Jingyu. She lowered her head and began to tremble all over, showing her fear.
"I..."
But the next second, Bo Jingyu's imposing manner weakened a bit. He frowned, obviously in great pain from the wound.
The bloodstains on his white shirt were like blooming red roses, and the flesh inside had split open. It was very serious.
Looking at the thin sweat on his forehead, the other two men got anxious.
"Second Master, you must go to the hospital to treat this wound, or it will be too late."
Bo Jingyu's eyebrows were cold and sharp. "If Bo Siming knows I'm seriously injured, won't he have a chance to take advantage of it?"
In just a few words, Shen Ximan had a clear understanding of the relationship between the two men.
It turned out that the two brothers of the Bo family were in open strife. No wonder Shen Shiyu asked her to take her place in marriage. There was this underlying relationship.
"Go and find some iodine and normal saline."
Shen Ximan suddenly spoke. The two men looked at her in surprise, but they hesitated.
Seeing that they didn't move, Shen Ximan lost her patience. Her voice was cold. "Do you want your Second Master to die?"
Maybe intimidated by her aura, the two men quickly left to find what she wanted.
After they left, Shen Ximan bent down and took off his shirt. With a serious look on her face, she said, "Your wound is very deep. It needs to be cleaned in time."
She acted on her own, completely ignoring the coldness emanating from Bo Jingyu. "Who on earth are you?"
"You just need to believe that I won't harm you."
After answering, she quickly rummaged through her suitcase. Fortunately, she had brought her own medicine just in case, and it came in handy today.
Bo Jingyu thought her actions were strange and became even more vigilant.
Soon, his subordinate found a surgical toolbox and gave it to Shen Ximan. After opening it, all the things she needed were inside.
She didn't waste any time and immediately began to clean Bo Jingyu's wound. During the process, he didn't utter a sound, but the two men standing beside frowned slightly.
But seeing her professional skills, they didn't stop her.
Shen Ximan's eyebrows were also tightly knitted. She asked someone to find a towel and then handed it to Bo Jingyu.
The man raised his eyebrows slightly. "What for?"
"Your wound is too deep. It must be stitched up, but there's no anesthesia, so you'll feel a lot of pain later."
Hearing this, Bo Jingyu said in a disdainful tone, "The hardships I've been through are far more than just this bit of pain."
Shen Ximan glanced at him and didn't say anything else.
She handed the blood - soaked gauze to the man beside her and then took out a needle and thread from the toolbox.
Before she could touch Bo Jingyu, her hand was grabbed. The man beside her looked at her coldly. "What are you doing?"
Shen Ximan resisted the urge to scold. "Can't you see? I'm saving your Second Master! Save your thanks for later."
"Who knows if you're sent by Bo Siming?"
Shen Ximan felt a headache coming on. What a bunch of neurotics! They all seemed to have persecution mania!
"Qianli, let her go."
The man called Qianli then let go of her hand, but he still stared at Shen Ximan intently, afraid that she would do something harmful to his Second Master.
Bo Jingyu spoke. His tone was casual and even had a hint of a smile. "If I die, chop her into pieces and throw her into the sea to feed the fish."
"..."
The stitching process was very long. Shen Ximan was very focused.
Bo Jingyu stared at her, wondering about her identity. But he had to admit that those delicate hands were very steady at this moment, making people feel at ease.
After the stitching was finished, Shen Ximan let out a sigh of relief.
Bo Jingyu was true to his word. Even though he was in so much pain that his face turned deathly pale and he gritted his teeth tightly, he didn't utter a single sound. His strong willpower surprised Shen Ximan.
She originally thought that all these rich young masters were pampered, but Bo Jingyu seemed to be an exception.
She took out a box of medicine and fed one pill into his mouth. "It will be good for your body."
For some reason, Bo Jingyu trusted her and swallowed the pill. But a few minutes later, he suddenly fell into a coma.
Bo Jingyu's subordinate was shocked. His attitude towards her changed immediately, and he quickly controlled her.
"Hey, you're being ungrateful! He'll wake up tomorrow morning!"
"Lock her up in the small dark room first. If the Second Master doesn't wake up tomorrow morning, throw her to the fish."
Just like that, Shen Ximan was sent to the small dark room. She never expected that she would experience such a thing on her wedding night. For the moment, she had no other choice but to wait quietly for Bo Jingyu to wake up.
At this time, in the Nanbei Villa, a row of black - clothed men stood in a neat line, with their heads down, waiting for the man on the sofa to give his verdict.
Bo Siming finished smoking his cigarette, then stood up and crushed the cigarette butt on the face of the black - clothed man closest to him.
The cigarette butt made a hissing sound on the skin, and Bo Siming pressed harder with a cold look on his face, rubbing it back and forth on the man's face.
"All I want is Bo Jingyu's life. Is it that difficult?"
The man's hands in front of him suddenly tightened. He endured the extreme pain and didn't dare to make a sound.
A small piece of meat on his face was burned off. The others' faces changed in shock, and they all gasped, but no one dared to step forward.
Bo Siming threw the cigarette butt into the ashtray. "Why did the mission fail?"
"His men arrived in time, and we missed the chance to strike. But Bo Jingyu was also seriously injured. Moreover, we tampered with his food. Once his old illness flares up, even if he manages to survive, he won't feel good these days."