Chapter 493 - He’s so over the Line (1/2)

After they had gone up, Su Qingsang found Huo Jinyao’s skin even more bruised.

Huo Jinyao had strong abdominal muscles, but the skin under his clothes was very fair. The bruises looked especially obvious on his fair skin.

“How did you get bruised so badly?” asked Su Qingsang. Seeing the several bruises on Huo Jinyao’s body, she wasn’t only wearing a look of concern but also showed some discontent on her face. “Your uncle is so over the line, isn’t he? He is a soldier. He’s certainly stronger than you are. How can he hit you so hard?”

She knew that Huo Jinyao couldn’t possibly win, but had still tried his best to hit him very hard. That produced outrageous consequences.

“Darling, I’m fine.” Huo Jinyao liked to see Su Qingsang worry about him. “He didn’t take much advantage of me. I’m telling you, he’s injured too.”

“He can’t be as injured as you are,” said Su Qingsang as she looked at the two bruises on Huo Jinyao’s stomach. Her brows furrowed slightly. “Go and take a shower. I’m going to get the ointment.”

“It’s okay,” said Huo Jinyao carelessly. “It’s nothing. The bruises will be gone tomorrow.”

“No, they won’t.” Merely looking at those bruises made Su Qingsang suffer in agony. “Go and take a shower. I’m going to ask Mr. Cheng to bring the ointment upstairs.”

Huo Jinyao had no other choice but to take a shower as his wife ordered him to. When he came out of the shower, Su Qingsang was already holding the ointment, waiting for him by the bedside.

After the shower, the bruise on his waist grew even darker. The worried look on Su Qingsang’s face became more and more obvious.

“Why did you fight your uncle?”

“That wasn’t a fight. We were battling.”

Su Qingsang didn’t want to argue with him. In her eyes, fighting and battling meant the same thing.

The thermostat was on. Huo Jinyao bared his upper body to let Su Qingsang apply the ointment for him.

Su Qingsang put the ointment on Huo Jinyao’s skin. Huo Jinyao gasped in pain once her fingers touched his skin.

“It hurts, it hurts.”

“You deserve this,” said Su Qingsang as she gave him a piercing glare, but her movement became much gentler than before. “Hopefully this will stop you from battling him again.”

“You may not know this yet, but Yichen and I, we’re always like this.”

In front of Old Master Huo and the other elderships, Huo Jinyao called Zhang Yichen ‘uncle’. In private, they were close to each other, so Huo Jinyao always called him by his name.

Huo Junyao knitted his brows and narrowed his eyes when Su Qingsang applied the ointment for him. Su Qingsang responded to him with a glare.

“Seriously.”

Huo Jinyao recalled the time he had spent in the army. “You know what? I was once in the military camp that my great-aunt lived in. I was with my uncle back then. I admit that I’m not as good a fighter as he is.”

Zhang Yichen practiced every single day. An ordinary person couldn’t possibly become a senior colonel from a soldier within just about ten years as he had managed to.

“He got another promotion when he made new merit, so darling, I lost the fight to him not because I’m bad. It’s because he’s too good.”

Su Qingsand realized that the relationship between people could be unpredictable. Old Master Huo wasn’t the only one who liked Zhang Yichen very much. Huo Jinyao and he were close too. He was closer to Zhang Yichen than he was to Huo Yifan and his brother, and Wei Sihai and his sister.

“Yeah, yeah.” Hearing him talking loquaciously even after getting injured, Su Qingsang couldn’t help but rub the bruises on his skin even harder.

Watching Huo Jinyao’s face twist, she said with satisfaction, “I know you’re good. You don’t need to explain.”

She had seen some videos about how soldiers were trained. Someone who spent most of his days in the office like Huo Jinyao couldn’t possibly be compared to the ones who were serving in the army.

“Darling,” said Huo Jinyao gently. He was really worried that his wife might consider him weak.

“I’m serious. Zhang Yichen is an outstanding fighter, but it’s because of his special family background. If I was in the army, I would definitely be a better fighter than he is. Do you believe me?”

“I do. I believe whatever you say.”

It sounded like she obviously didn’t believe him. How could Huo Jinyao let his wife think of him like that?

As Su Qingsang finished applying the ointment for him, he took away the ointment bottle from her hand and put it aside. Then, he turned to press Su Qingsang down on the bed.

“Do you believe that I’m better than him?” Huo Jinyao squinted at her in a very dangerous way.

“Stop this. I haven’t even washed my hands.” Her hands were covered in the ointment. It was very oily.

“Why do you need to wash your hands? You can wipe it all over me.”

Su Qingsang almost laughed because of what Huo Jinyao’s said. But soon, she wasn’t laughing anymore.

…

In the morning, Su Qingsang woke up feeling tired. She wouldn’t have left the bed if she didn’t have to go to work.

Huo Jinyao got up early to exercise. Su Qingsang quickly put on her clothes and went downstairs. She had limited time, so she moved quickly, or else she could be late for work.

Just as she was around the corner of the staircase, Su Qingsang yawned and didn’t pay attention to the stairs under her feet. As a result, she missed a step.

She gave a sudden movement as if going to slip, automatically reaching her hand towards the guardrail nearby.

However, there was some distance between her and the guardrail. Just as she thought she was going to fall off the stairs, a pair of strong hands held her waist and brought her body away from the edge of the stairstep. She was put in a wider area around the corner.

Su Qingsang patted her chest due to the lingering fear she had even after attaining a firm foothold. Only then did she realize what had happened. Her eyes landed on the muscular chest before her.

Huo Jinyao was in the gym, so who was the one holding her right now?

“Thank you. I’m good,” she said awkwardly, looking at Zhang Yichen’s large eyes and dark brows.

Zhang Yichen looked at Su Qingsang, slowly retracting his hands. He was as tall as Luo Jinyao. Realizing that Su Qingsang’s had a pale face because of what happened earlier on, he felt that he should have taken his hands off her sooner.

“Watch your step next time.”

Su Qingsang pressed her lips together, feeling uneasy upon hearing that.