When Love Turns the Tables: The Mysterious Husband's Chase-Chapter 764: You’d Better Pray You Don’t Fall Into My Hands (4)
Liu Weizhang lowered his voice, and like pouring beans, he quickly laid everything out clearly, giving Su Wan no chance to interrupt.
Mu Ke listened indifferently, his gaze falling on Xin Ke, his dark eyes narrowing slightly: "Your family matters, I don’t want to interfere. The slap Xiao Yu received, I will demand back sooner or later. You better pray not to fall into my hands, otherwise, I will certainly, see and not help."
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Sheng Jiayu followed the young nurse to treat the wound on her face; the icy pack pressed against her face burned painfully like fire. After applying it for a long time, the young nurse brought some ointment to rub on her. It was unclear whether she was trying to curry favor or genuinely couldn’t stand it. As she applied the medicine, the young nurse muttered, "What kind of person hits a woman? That’s not a man."
Sheng Jiayu heard her muttering but did not take it to heart. She simply lowered her eyes, quietly reflecting on the recent scene.
Her cheek still stung sharply, yet Sheng Jiayu found that her heart was truly very calm.
The surrounding voices from just now were completely ignored by her. As for Su Wan’s false accusation, she only felt a bit angry, after all, Su Wan had repeatedly provoked her.
But at the same time, Sheng Jiayu also realized that she surprisingly no longer cared about Xin Ke’s thoughts.
In the past, whenever Su Wan’s schemes succeeded, she felt like her heart was dying from the pain, not because of anger, but sadness. She didn’t care about Su Wan’s tactics; she cared about Xin Ke’s attitude.
But just now, when Xin Ke asked if it was her, Sheng Jiayu found her heart filled only with sarcasm, devoid of the past heartache.
And when Mu Ke appeared, when she saw Mu Ke’s fist about to meet Xin Ke’s face, her first reaction wasn’t concern for Xin Ke getting hit, but concern over Mu Ke’s reputation getting tainted. After all, he was a doctor.
A doctor is meant to save people, not hit them.
Mu Ke’s voice, along with the strength and warmth when he held her just now, all miracled to calm Sheng Jiayu’s heart. She felt neither anger nor sarcastic but rather in a calm state, as if nestled in a safe harbor, unaffected by the outside storm.
Has she stopped caring about Xin Ke?
Completely stopped caring?
It seems so!
Xin Ke’s slap marked the end of her thirteen-year attachment to him, the last bit of lingering affection she had for him.
Sheng Jiayu couldn’t help but curve her lips upwards. She had a very strong thought.
A Sheng Jiayu who no longer loves Xin Ke will surely be the happiest woman in the world because she has Mu Ke.
The man who keeps her close to his heart.
When Mu Ke arrived at Sheng Jiayu’s ward, he saw the woman with her head lowered, an evening shadow cast, yet her lips still carried a smile.
It was indeed a little eerie. He walked over to Sheng Jiayu and squatted down. The coldness around Mu Ke hadn’t faded yet, but when he met Sheng Jiayu’s eyes, he still tried to show warmth, his long, white fingers lightly touching her cheek: "Does it hurt?"
Sheng Jiayu looked at him, smelling the stronger-than-usual scent of disinfectant on Mu Ke. Suddenly, she reached out and wrapped her arms around Mu Ke’s neck.
The man’s body stiffened, then he heard Sheng Jiayu’s voice in his ear: "Mu Ke, what should I do? I found that I don’t care about him anymore, not at all.
What... does that mean?
Mu Ke furrowed his brows, gently pulling Sheng Jiayu away, wanting to see her expression. At that look, he was stunned again.
