When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 586: Buried Memories (Part 16)

Sheng Jianan stood there foolishly, while Tang Yanqi gagged a couple more times before speaking: "The smell of blood, I..."

Before finishing her sentence, Tang Yanqi started to vomit again. Sheng Jianan already understood what she meant, so he turned and walked out, shouting downstairs, "Mrs. Zhang, Mrs. Zhang."

Mrs. Zhang brought up a cup of warm water, helped Tang Yanqi to another room to lie down. After retching for so long, her face was as pale as paper. Mrs. Zhang sat by the bed and handed the cup to Tang Yanqi, "Young Madam, are you feeling better?"

Tang Yanqi nodded, "Much better."

Sheng Jianan stood at the doorway without coming in. Tang Yanqi glanced at him from afar and then said to Mrs. Zhang, "Mrs. Zhang, I’m fine now. Please help him treat his wound, there’s a lot of blood."

Mrs. Zhang nodded, placed a pillow behind Tang Yanqi to make her more comfortable, and then left.

Although the glass shards had cut his wrist, it hadn’t reached the artery. The excessive bleeding was due to the wound reopening again and again.

Mrs. Zhang treated Sheng Jianan’s wound and noticed signs of infection around it. She said, "Young Master, maybe you should let a doctor take a look?"

Sheng Jianan shook his head, lowered his head to smell his wrist, sensing the odor of disinfectant and ointment but not the smell of blood. Sheng Jianan frowned and held his wrist out to Mrs. Zhang, "Is there still any smell of blood?"

Mrs. Zhang was taken aback, slightly amused, "No, just bandage it properly and it will be fine."

Sheng Jianan returned to his room to change clothes, wiped himself down with a damp towel, and even sprayed on some cologne before entering the room where Tang Yanqi was.

Even so, he still kept his distance from Tang Yanqi.

One lay on the bed, the other sat on the sofa facing the bed.

Tang Yanqi’s complexion had improved significantly. She looked at him and smiled, "Come here, it’s fine now."

Sheng Jianan didn’t move forward, still stayed put. Tang Yanqi was even more helpless, sitting up straight, "If you don’t come over, and you have something to say to me, do you expect me to come over?"

This time, Sheng Jianan got up and came over, inch by inch. Confirming that Tang Yanqi had no further reaction, he finally sat beside her.

Tang Yanqi reached out to touch Sheng Jianan’s lips and chin, "So, who did you fight with?"

Her tone didn’t sound like a wife talking to her husband, at most, like a sister educating a brother.

If it were any other time, Young Master Sheng would have already jumped up, but now, Sheng Jianan just held her hand to his chest, his dark eyes gazing at her, "I have something to tell you."

The expression on the man’s face couldn’t be described simply as "serious"; it was solemn, earnest, even with a bit of a do-or-die resolve.

The smile on Tang Yanqi’s lips gradually froze. Her intuition told her that what Sheng Jianan was about to say wouldn’t be good news.

Sure enough, in his low and melodious voice, the man slowly began recounting the grudges of the previous generation, explaining the various reasons why Mrs. Sheng disliked her so much.

Tang Yanqi was shocked. It wasn’t just the surprise, but more so because the story was so bizarre, like a TV drama, the kind that runs for more than eighty episodes of family ethics drama.

Sheng Jianan explained, paused, suddenly raised his hand, brushed aside Tang Yanqi’s bangs, looked at the scar on her forehead, and gently rubbed it with his fingertip.