C19 Si Nanzhi Protected Her

Despite her legs not being broken, Ms. Chen's eyes rolled back in pain.

Lu Xing surveyed the room, quickly grasping the situation, and sighed internally upon seeing Ms. Chen collapsed on the floor.

He commanded someone to release Ms. Chen.

As soon as her gag was removed, Ms. Chen, gasping for air, pleaded, "Assistant Lu, could you please explain to the Young Master? I had no intention of fleeing with the young lady. I wouldn't dare! She mentioned she was bored at home, so I merely took her out for some air. We didn't go anywhere else but the shopping mall."

Ms. Chen was inwardly distressed!

She hadn't anticipated the Young Master returning so unexpectedly early.

Without a proper explanation, she feared she might not only suffer a broken leg but also lose her job.

Lu Xing inquired, "If you weren't running away, why was your phone off?"

With a mournful expression, Ms. Chen replied, "I forgot to charge it before leaving the house today."

Who could have predicted that in the one hour her phone was dead, such chaos would ensue?

"..."

Talk about a stroke of bad luck!

Her explanation left them all drained.

Lu Xing glanced towards the second floor and said, "Understood. Have someone take you to the hospital to check your legs."

With that, he headed to the lab to fetch Tang Chi.

Upstairs, in the bedroom.

Si Nanzhi tossed him onto the bed.

Leh Jiu lay there, recalling how Si Nanzhi had pinned her down with a hand on her shoulder, his voice cold and stern, "Don't move!"

She then felt a sudden coolness on her back as the sound of ripping fabric filled the air.

"..."

Was this shirt made of tissue paper? How easily it tore!

"What are you doing?!"

This was Leh Jiu's first experience of being exposed in front of a man, and she writhed in discomfort.

"Damn it!"

Si Nanzhi spat out each word, crude and furious.

The thought of her recklessly defending the servant fueled his uncontrollable rage.

He was so angry, he wanted to kill her!

"You, you filthy ruffian!"

How could he utter such indecent and coarse words!

Si Nanzhi gave a cold snort, "It's not as if you haven't been with someone before."

"..."

Jerk!

Leh Jiu's cheeks flushed, her eyes brimming with mortification.

She wanted nothing to do with this madman. Burying her face in the pillow, she refused to look or listen, pretending to be oblivious.

With no clothes to shield her, the allure of Leh Jiu's bare back was fully visible to Si Nanzhi.

Her skin was as white as snow, her contours soft and graceful.

Minutes passed, and the irritating red mark on her back swelled, marring the beauty.

Lowering his eyes, Si Nanzhi noticed a lifelike purple butterfly tattoo at the small of her back.

Tiny and delicate.

The tattoo was so realistic it seemed natural, as if at any moment, the butterfly could take flight and vanish.

It was just like her, restless and yearning to break free.

His gaze darkened, Si Nanzhi couldn't resist touching it, his rough fingertips caressing the tattoo. Against the backdrop of the butterfly, Leh Jiu's innocence took on a hint of allure.

"When did you get this tattoo?"

"Uh, what?"

Leh Jiu responded, confused.

As her eyes landed on the tattoo at her waist, she was visibly shocked. Her eyes widened, not concealing the astonishment, "When did this get here!?"

She had lost her memory, but Leh Jiu was certain that for the past three years, there had been no such mark on her waist!

Leh Jiu tried to rub it off, but it remained.

It wasn't a decal.

"Did you give me this tattoo?"

Si Nanzhi then realized, the poor girl had no memory of getting it. How could she know when it was done?

Knock! Knock!

The sound of knocking echoed at the bedroom door, and Tang Chi's voice followed, "The raid's over, get dressed quickly."

Si Nanzhi's frame shielded most of Leh Jiu's body, leaving only a small portion of her back exposed.

He grabbed a silk sheet from nearby and swiftly covered Leh Jiu's pale skin.

Leh Jiu's beauty was meant for her eyes only.

With a frosty expression, Si Nanzhi asked irritably, "Who gave you permission to come here?"

Rolling his eyes, Tang Chi replied with exasperation, "Didn't you send for me? Lu Xing rushed over to tell me that your darling was hurt."

In his panic, Si Nanzhi had only remembered that Tang Chi was a doctor; he'd forgotten the man's gender and that Leh Jiu's injury was on her back. To treat her, she would need to remove her clothes, exposing herself to Tang Chi!

That was out of the question!

If Tang Chi could read Si Nanzhi's thoughts, he'd surely ridicule him with a cold laugh. Didn't he realize that to a doctor, there's no distinction between male and female patients? Even if a woman lay bare before him, he wouldn't harbor any improper thoughts; he could perform a dissection with utmost composure, not sparing even her viscera.

What was there on a bare back that couldn't be seen? What inappropriate thoughts could he possibly have?

Si Nanzhi preferred to keep women at a distance; most of his servants were men, and naturally, there were no female doctors in his employ.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Tang Chi pressed, "Well, are you going to let me see or not?"

Determined to keep him out of the bedroom, Si Nanzhi declared, "Just stand at the doorway. I'll describe the situation to you."

Tang Chi couldn't help but laugh. He had just discovered the extent of Si Nanzhi's possessiveness. Such protectiveness over someone was truly unparalleled.

"Alright, my lord, I'm all ears."