Let s Squander A Billion First!

Chapter 296: Chapter 296 Minister under the Skirt (18)
 

Chuzheng went to fetch some hot water, feeling a bit helpless about the situation in front of her.

Xie Shu’s knee, just below it, had something nailed into it. One could only vaguely see a trace, not knowing how deep it went.

This situation… The only solution seemed to be to cut it off in one fell swoop.

[Miss, let go of the Good Person Card already!] While others were thinking about how to treat the injury, she was thinking about cutting it off?

Chuzheng: “What should we do then?”

[…]Figure it out yourself!

“…”

Cut it off.

[Yao Ye, ah!] The King’s Account roared.

Xie Shu didn’t seem to feel any pain as he had just walked up on his own without any signs of distress.

Chuzheng left the room, ready to go find the next-door chatterbox.

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she saw Yao Ye returning.

“Miss,” Yao Ye greeted her.

–

Yao Ye followed Chuzheng into the room, where Xie Shu remained seated in his previous posture.

The man’s clothes were tattered, and his ink-black hair was somewhat messy, yet it didn’t make him look unkempt; instead, there was a sort of disheveled beauty about him.

Good-looking people look good no matter what.

“Eh…” Yao Ye was surprised by Xie Shu’s appearance.

He was really handsome!

Even he, a man, was somewhat moved by the sight.

However, when Yao Ye’s gaze fell on Xie Shu’s legs, he was shocked: “Who could be so vicious?”

Neither Xie Shu nor Chuzheng spoke, and without an answer, Yao Ye had to talk to himself.

Yao Ye first examined his legs: “This thing is pretty deep.”

Chuzheng asked, “Can it be removed?”

“Of course,” Yao Ye said. “But doesn’t it hurt?”

The latter question was directed at Xie Shu.

“It doesn’t hurt,” Xie Shu replied with a smile.

Yao Ye admired Xie Shu as a real man: “I don’t have much with me, I can only remove it like this. If you’re afraid it’ll hurt, I could knock you out.”

But it probably wouldn’t be of much use, he’d certainly wake up from the pain.

“No need,” Xie Shu said.

Yao Ye looked at Chuzheng, as if seeking her opinion.

Chuzheng stepped forward, pressing his head into her embrace: “Do it.”

Yao Ye: “…”

This girl, so cold and difficult to get along with, I didn’t expect her to be so cruel even to a beautiful man.

During the extraction process, Xie Shu didn’t utter a sound. Chuzheng touched his face and found no abnormality; it seemed he really wasn’t in pain.

At first, Xie Shu was just leaning against Chuzheng, but later, perhaps feeling uncomfortable, he reached out and embraced her.

At that moment, he coveted the warmth emanating from her body.

It was like a person in darkness suddenly seeing a flicker of fireflies; in a silent world, hearing the chirp of insects.

It made him unable to let go, fearing a return to darkness, sinking into silence.

Yao Ye extracted the objects, which were two slender metal items.

“This young master is really enduring,” Yao Ye administered the medicine to Xie Shu and couldn’t help but exclaim, “A normal person would have fainted from the pain by now…”

Yao Ye’s voice suddenly paused.

“What’s wrong?”

“Someone has treated his wound with medicine before.” Yao Ye examined it more closely once again, his brow slightly furrowed.

He confirmed that the wound indeed had been previously treated.

That’s why Xie Shu didn’t feel pain.

Yao Ye cleaned the wound again, applied fresh medicine, left several bottles behind, and explained to Chuzheng how to use them, both internally and externally.

After the ever-talkative Yao Ye departed, Xie Shu suddenly asked her, “Why are you here?”

“To go to Dongyuan.”

“…” Xie Shu looked up at her, his gaze carrying a trace of bewilderment: “Is this the way to Dongyuan?”

“You don’t know?”

Xie Shu’s breath caught for a moment, his gaze unfocused and drifting into emptiness.

He had still been unconscious when he got on the ship, and upon awakening, he had been confined in the cabin, unaware of the ship’s destination.

Chuzheng sized up Xie Shu.

“Are you from Dongyuan?”

–

Xie Shu didn’t know what strange memories he had fallen into; he sat there motionless and silent, like a statue.

Chuzheng placed hot water in front of him, “Wash yourself.”

Xie Shu showed no response.

Chuzheng, too lazy to deal with him, cradled the Tianjin Mouse and stroked its fur. Wu Di could never hope for such treatment and cowered on the shelf, shivering.

Xie Shu sat there listlessly.

Chuzheng, irritated, gave the Tianjin Mouse a couple of strokes and then put it back on the shelf before walking back.

She wrung out a cloth and roughly wiped his face.

Chuzheng moved him onto the bed, covered him with a quilt, and sat down beside him, looking down at him.

“Who caused the injury on your leg?”

As soon as Good Person Card left, he turned into this ghastly state. Was he really that weak?

[Little Sister, how can one embrace a darker self without such experiences?]Wasn’t everyone weak at the beginning?

The path of the weak to become strong either leads to everlasting glory or to eternal infamy.

Those who achieve everlasting glory do so because they meet better people who help them succeed.

Those who tread the path of no return, everyone thinks it’s because of their nature, because of the choices they made…

But sometimes it only takes a slight gesture to save them; it’s just that they never have the chance to meet the right person.

They don’t meet their Bo Le, can’t become noble steads, and are fated to be dreadful dragons in the abyss.

“That’s why they should be locked up.” It’s safe and secure.

[…]Why is it so hard to communicate with Little Sister!

The conversation through King’s Account gets nowhere, and it chooses to simply escape.

“I’m talking to you.”

Chuzheng prodded Xie Shu’s face with her hand.

Xie Shu’s unfocused eyes gradually fixed on Chuzheng.

He parted his lips slightly, “What did you say?”

“I’m asking how you got the injury on your leg.”

The injury on his leg…

Xie Shu smiled faintly, “Murong Ce.”

After leaving the Secret Realm, it was his bad luck to run into Murong Ce.

He, a disabled man, was no match for the entourage-surrounded Murong Ce.

Chuzheng suddenly remembered the voice she had heard before; wasn’t that Murong Ce?

That damned bastard…

It seemed there was nothing in the plot about Murong Ce.

That’s not right either. Who was Xie Shu with during the time he went missing? What had he experienced?

Murong Ce tortured Xie Shu because he was infatuated with the Grand Imperial Princess, who only had eyes for Xie Shu, driven by jealousy.

Chuzheng’s fingertips touched Xie Shu’s lips, and her eyes darkened slightly; a kiss from her Good Person Card shouldn’t be a big deal, right…

Deep within, Chuzheng harbored this desire.

Even though she didn’t know where this desire came from, she believed if she wanted something, then she would have it.

It was hers anyway, wasn’t it?

The person in front of Xie Shu suddenly loomed closer, and his lips were taken into someone’s mouth. His eyes widened abruptly.

“Mmph…”

Xie Shu struggled.

“What… are you doing!”

Chuzheng held down his body, her lips moving over his, “Kissing you.”

“Let… go!” Who allowed you to kiss me! Did you even get my consent?!

“Oh.”

Chuzheng pried open his lips and her tongue slipped inside.

Xie Shu: “…”

Chuzheng raised her hand, and the candles in the room were extinguished. In the darkness, Xie Shu felt her body pressing down on him, her palm resting on his neck, gently clasping.

With just a little more strength, she could strangle him to death.

In his mind, besides the soft entanglement and strange tingling caused by her touch, there was also the unknown fear of not knowing when she would apply force, slowly eroding Xie Shu.

Indeed…

People are all the same.

Offer them a bit of warmth, and they try to take away even more from you.

Xie Shu lay with his eyes open, silently staring at the ceiling.

When Chuzheng noticed Xie Shu had calmed down, she moved her hand from his neck to his ear, pinching his earlobe, “Does it feel uncomfortable?”

Xie Shu curved his lips into a smile, “Miss Jun, you bought me with your money; you don’t need to care whether I’m comfortable or not. Whatever you want, just do it. However, my body might not satisfy you for the time being, after all, my leg is injured. How about you wait until I’m healed, then I’ll be at your service properly.”