Chapter 62 - In a Huff (1) (1/2)

Chapter 62: In a Huff (1)

Xue Dongting suddenly coughed several times and Song Yuming quickly loosened his grip on her adn asked, “Are you alright?”

Xue Dongting looked at him blankly, seeing anxiousness in those pitch-black eyes. She turned her face away, tears spilling out. “It’s none of your business if I’m alright or not. Since I’m not Xue Dongting, you don’t need to act like you care about me.”

Song Yuming hesitated, frowning at her. For a long time he said nothing.

Xue Dongting had been hoping to get him to say that he didn’t care who she was, but he just stood there like a block of wood saying nothing. Fury rose in her heart and she sneered, “So I see whether I really am Xue Dongting really is so important to you, just go find the real Xue Dongting. Let go of me.”

Song Yuming held her tight, not letting go. He held her as he stood up and walked off toward home. Xue Dongting pounded his chest and shoulders with both her fists, crying out, “Let me go, you’re kidnapping an ordinary woman… Let me go… Let me go!”

He let her fists softly pummel him, his pitch-black eyes unusually determined.

They made it back to the thatched cottage and he laid her down on the bed, ignoring her struggles as he covered her with the quilt. “I’ll go light the brazier and boil some water.”

Xue Dongting had been shouting all the way home so that now her throat was parched and she had no more energy left to shout anymore. She closed her eyes and ignored him as if he wasn’t there.

Song Yuming gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and turned and left the room. Soon he came back with a brazier. No matter how many times he came in and out, Xue Dongting kept her eyes shut and ignored him.

The room was nice and warm and she was wearing a cotton-lined robe and was under the quilt, so her forehead was beaded with sweat. She was about to push the quilt off when she heard footsteps outside the door grow heavier and heavier. She frowned and turned over on her side to face the wall, but her cheek stung when it touched the pillow, stinging so it made her groan. She touched it and her finger came away bloody. She shot up in bed in alarm, her hand covering her face in shock.

Song Yuming came in carrying a big wooden tub which was steaming. Xue Dongting turned to look and knew it was a big wooden bathtub. It had been in the cellar all winter and no one had used it. She was worried about her face and paid no mind to Song Yuming as she threw off the covers and grabbed the mirror on the nightstand by the bed. She discovered a long bloodstain at the edge of her cheek. She was shocked and her eyes were soon brimming with tears.

Women cherish their looks. Any woman who saw such a long cut running down her cheek would be heartbroken.

Song Yuming set down the big tub of hot water and ran over to her. He took the mirror and tried to comfort her. “It’s alright, Ah Dong. The wound is superficial and won’t leave a scar.”

She was feeling hurt through and through because Song Yuming had angrily doubted her, and now with this damned nuisance, she couldn’t hold back her tears.

Song Yuming was at a loss as to what to do. He comforted in a low voice, “Ah Dong, don’t cry…”

She wiped her tears and looked at the wooden tub. She could smell the medicinal herbs that had been added to the hot water to induce sweating, so she knew Song Yuming was afraid she had caught a cold, so he had boiled all this hot water to make her sweat. Even though she knew this, her face was still stony and without expression. “You get out.”

Song Yuming didn’t quite understand.

“You don’t take me as your wife. I want to take a bath, so what are you doing in here? Don’t you know it’s improper for unmarried men and women to come in contact with each other?”