Chapter 81 - Chapter 81: Heartache (1/2)
Chapter 81: Heartache
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The warmth under her feet did not leave. In fact, the movements became firmer. Xing Shu tried her best to open her eyes, but she could only see a tense jaw. His aura was glacial. However, Xing Shu felt inexplicably relieved. She seemed to have… tasted a little candy…
Meanwhile, Liu Chun arrived at the police station. She thought of countless ways to rail at Xing Shu in her mind. Why didn’t that b*tch, Xing Shu choose to settle it privately?! Why did she drag her down?! She was a member of the Liu family! She must give Xing Shu the works!
As soon as she got out of the car, Liu Chun saw a tall figure carrying someone into a car. It was too far away for her to see who the man was.
“Where is Xing Shu? I want to talk to her personally,” Liu Chun said impatiently as soon as they entered the police station. Then, she frowned in disdain when she saw the man who was handcuffed. Imbecile!
On the way back to Manor No. 1, Jian Yaochuan—who was sitting in the front— did not even dare to breathe too loud. They had been due to depart Beijing an hour ago when Cheng Lang suddenly detoured to the police station. This was the first time the President had skipped such an important meeting to deal with other matters—and it was related to a woman. Curiosity got the better of Jian Yaochuan and he could not help but peek at the rearview mirror.
In the back seat, Cheng Lang’s expression was still very glacial, but his hands were very gentle as he held Xing Shu in his arms. The concierge doctor was already waiting in the manor. Xing Shu had been injured twice in a short period of time.
The doctor treated the wound on Xing Shu’s foot and handed a tube of ointment to Cheng Lang. The ointment was for bruises—there was an obvious red pinch mark on Xing Shu’s neck. How much force did one exert to leave such a mark?
The atmosphere in the manor was very uncomfortable, and everyone was trembling with fear. The doctor held the ointment for a long time, but Cheng Lang did not take it.
Cheng Lang sat silently on the couch, his dark eyelashes drooping like ice sculptures. The doctor gulped, and placed the ointment on the coffee table cautiously. “Apply once in the morning and once in the evening daily, and the bruise should heal in three days.” He did not dare to stay any longer and left promptly. Mr. Cheng’s aura was too scary.