C19 Chapter 19

After hearing him, Su Jiyue seemed to snap back to life. She whipped her head around, her big eyes blazing with resentment as she glared at Qin Yaochen. “Yeah. So in your eyes, that’s all I can do, huh? Fine—then leave! Go find Xia Miaomiao, the one who doesn’t need a man’s help!”

“Hiss...” The sudden attack caught Qin Yaochen completely off guard, and he took the full force of her anger. He frowned, forcing down the reflex to shove her away, cursing under his breath.

He’d always known Su Jiyue was stubborn and fearless, but he hadn’t realized she had such a rough, downright feral side.

“You...” After taking that vicious bite, Su Jiyue saw he still hadn’t moved, and embarrassment crept in. “Why didn’t you push me off?”

“Hmph.” Qin Yaochen let out a cold snort and pinched her chin. “All these years, how did I not notice you’re a little wildcat who bites?”

Su Jiyue turned her face away, too embarrassed to meet his eyes. Then she caught sight of where she’d bitten him—blood was already seeping out—and panic hit her all at once. “A-Chen... Qin Yaochen, you’re bleeding...”

After what he’d learned last night, Qin Yaochen already knew Su Jiyue had a habit of saying one thing and meaning another. He couldn’t even hold his tough act for a second before softening. “You don’t know how hard you bit?”

“I do...” Su Jiyue frowned guiltily. “You... let me up. I’ll put something on it...”

She said it, but Qin Yaochen didn’t move—he just stared at her. After a long moment, he finally pushed himself up and released his hold on her.

“Butler! Butler! Bring the first-aid kit!” The second she was free, Su Jiyue sprang up and bolted to the bedroom door, calling for the butler at the top of her lungs.

In no time, the butler came rushing in, slightly out of breath, carrying a first-aid kit. “Ma’am, I brought the kit. Are you hurt?”

“No…” Su Jiyue was about to say Qin Yaochen was the one injured when, out of nowhere, a pair of large hands reached from behind her, pulled her into the room, and took the kit from the butler.

“Go get dinner ready,” Qin Yaochen told the still-stunned butler, then shut the door with a heavy thud.

Her escape plan had failed. Su Jiyue stood in the room, tense and unsure of what to do.

“What, you’re not going to help me with the medicine?” Qin Yaochen sat in a chair, his gaze cool and his tone flat.

“Oh…” Su Jiyue murmured. Head lowered, she sat down beside the first-aid kit.

She cleaned the wound with rubbing alcohol, dabbed on hydrogen peroxide, sprinkled on antibiotic powder, and then started wrapping his neck, layer after layer.

Even though he found the little woman’s method ridiculous, Qin Yaochen let her fuss over him with mild amusement—until his neck was wrapped so tightly he could barely move. He frowned. “What are you doing, turning me into a mummy?”

“Ah!” At his words, Su Jiyue snapped back as if she’d been miles away. She glanced at how overdone her wrapping job was and, embarrassed, hurried to unwind it.

In the end, she only taped a piece of gauze to his neck. As she was putting the first-aid kit away, Qin Yaochen suddenly scooped her up in his arms.

“Tell me,” he said, “what do you think would be a good punishment for you?”