When Fu Qianchen returned, he was holding a bag in his hand.
He placed the medicine beside him and stared intently at the wound on Feng Yu's forehead with his deep, black eyes.
Those profound eyes were filled with pity.
"Didn't I tell you? No matter what happens, I'm here. Aren't I worthy of your trust?"
Fu Qianchen carefully applied the medicine on her wound.
Feng Yu's eyes were red-rimmed. "It's you, Mr. Fu, who ignored me."
Fu Qianchen's hand paused for a moment. He stared at her, full of remorse and guilt. He gently wiped her forehead and his voice even sounded a bit choked. "I'm sorry."
"Some things, I can't tell you for now. But I promise you that when the time is right, I'll tell you everything without reservation."
Feng Yu actually understood.
Fu Qianchen had many secrets.
From the car accident he arranged for himself on the day of their wedding to now, his past was filled with twists and turns that she had never experienced.
However, since she had chosen to cooperate with him, she naturally trusted him.
"I gave you a card, didn't I? Why did you still borrow money everywhere?" Fu Qianchen asked softly.
Feng Yu was slightly stunned and then stared at him motionlessly.
Fu Qianchen smiled helplessly and tapped her small nose. "Forgot?"
Feng Yu coughed awkwardly and then turned her head to look out of the window.
"I just... well, I panicked. I didn't think about it."
"Didn't think about it, or didn't want to use it?" Fu Qianchen stared at her, smiling enigmatically. "You really make me not know what to do with you. If I say you're stupid, sometimes your cleverness even makes me admire. If I say you're smart, you always pretend to be confused about such things."
"I didn't..."
Feng Yu muttered discontentedly.
After applying the ointment, Fu Qianchen said, "That card not only allows you to spend freely. The two words printed on the back of the card represent a chain company. As long as you need it, this company will also follow your orders and let you do whatever you want."
Feng Yu was shocked.
She didn't expect that the card Fu Qianchen gave her could also be used as a token.
"Xiaoyu."
Fu Qianchen suddenly called her in a low voice, his expression solemn. Feng Yu looked up at him.
Fu Qianchen's eyes were deep. "It's nothing..."
The words on the tip of his tongue, Fu Qianchen still didn't say them.
Feng Yu looked at him and always felt that he seemed to be hiding something related to her.
But since he didn't want to say it, she couldn't force him to tell her.
Looking at him up close, the light in the car shone on Fu Qianchen's silver mask. Only then did she notice that the originally smooth mask actually had a crack. Moreover, there seemed to be blood on it.
"Mr. Fu, what's wrong with your face?"
Feng Yu reached out her hand to take off his mask, but was grabbed by Fu Qianchen.
"Mr. Fu..."
"Don't take it off. It's ugly."
Fu Qianchen's voice was hoarse, and his eyes also carried a trace of pleading. This was the first time he had looked at her with such an expression.
"If you don't treat your wound, it will get infected," Feng Yu said.
Such a hard mask could be cracked and there was blood seeping out. She didn't know how badly injured he was under the mask.
"Mr. Fu, didn't you say that you wanted me to rely on you more? I can rely on you, but you also have to let me be your support."
Feng Yu stuck out her tongue and said, "Although I haven't experienced as many ups and downs as you. I may panic because of some small things, but believe me, I can calm down quickly and handle things well. So, Mr. Fu, let me be your support too. Aren't we partners? You know all my secrets. I'll wait for you to tell me yours when you want to."
"But now, I must apply medicine to you. After all, I'm a doctor, aren't I? I can't just watch you get infected and die."
Fu Qianchen stared at the smiling girl with his deep, black eyes.
He was a bit helpless and loosened his grip a little.
"It's really... ugly."
His voice was hoarse.
Feng Yu took off the mask that he had always used to cover his face.
The moment she took off the mask, she could hardly find words to describe him.
His heroic sword-shaped eyebrows, slightly curly and slender eyelashes, deep and bottomless black eyes, straight nose bridge, he was even more handsome than when he was wearing the mask. His thin lips carried a trace of lazy arrogance.
This face was even more handsome and elegant than a character drawn in a comic.
Only, there was a scar above his left eye. The scar was hideous and ugly, looking very scary.
Fu Qianchen raised his hand to cover it, his voice hoarse. "Don't look."
Feng Yu pressed his hand and took it away.
This scar was an old one.
When he was pretending to be ugly before, she had noticed it. She always thought it was makeup, but unexpectedly it was real.
"When did you get this scar?"
"At the age of nine. Burned by a cigarette butt," Fu Qianchen said calmly.
But Feng Yu couldn't calm down for a long time. A nine-year-old child was actually burned like this by a cigarette butt.
What kind of person could be so cruel?
Feng Yu was a bit trembling, and a feeling of indignation rose in her heart.
Fu Qianchen's eyes dimmed. "Don't look anymore. I'll ask Lao Li to take care of this wound when I get back."
"Mr. Fu, I'm not scared," Feng Yu said.
She held his face in her hands and gently kissed his hideous scar, her voice soft. "I'm just indignant and angry for you."
She had heard a little about Fu Qianchen's past.
He used to be a prodigy, admired by everyone. But later, no one knew what had happened, and he suddenly fell from the altar.
Feng Yu's gaze fell on the wound above his left eye, where the new wound and the old scar were all together under the crack of the mask.
She was applying medicine to Fu Qianchen and couldn't help but laugh.
Fu Qianchen looked at her and asked, "What's wrong?"
Feng Yu smiled and said, "I'm just laughing. We're really in the same boat. I just got injured on my forehead. And now you've got hurt too. Mr. Fu, did you cast some kind of spell on me? Do you have to suffer with me?"
The girl's words made him laugh.
Fu Qianchen looked at her and asked softly, "Are you still angry now?"
"Angry about what? I'm not angry. It's not worth getting angry and ruining my health because of such things," Feng Yu said, but her hand couldn't help but press a bit harder.
It was all his fault for always being so cold and then warm.
Fu Qianchen had a smile on his lips. "What messages did you send me these days?"
"Can't you just check your phone yourself?"
"I want to hear you read them."
As soon as he said this, Feng Yu put down the things in her hand and stared at him with her almond eyes wide open.
Then she opened her phone and read the messages. "The first one: Mr. Fu, where are you?"
"You replied, 'Oh. Busy!'"
"The second one: I said, 'I've got the qualification for the game and I'm going to compete with Feng Yayin soon.'"
"You replied, 'Okay, come on!'"
"The third one: I said, 'I won. I've got the endorsement qualification.'"