"Then I'll leave everything here to you then." Wen Xinyi cheerfully passed the cotton swab to Wen Xuxu.
Xuxu smiled briefly. "Don't worry and go ahead."
She turned to look at Wen Xinyi as she left in a lighthearted manner. In her heart, she finally heaved a sigh of relief. Indeed, a fragile heart does need a little cajoling.
"Wen Xuxu, you didn't seem like someone who knows how to cajole a person."
Suddenly, Yan Rusheng's cold voice spoke up from behind her. Mockery was evident in his tone.
She ignored his mocking words as she walked to take a look at his back. The scalded part was red and blisters had started to appear on the wound.
She screamed at him, "You've been badly scalded! Why didn't you go to the hospital?"
Earlier, she hadn't realized how serious his wound really was due to the distance and dim lighting.
Yan Rusheng grunted coldly, "I won't die."
It sounded like he had answered in a fit of pique.
Xuxu frowned. "This will leave a scar."
As she replied, she used the cotton swab to dab on some ointment and started to apply it on his wound.
Although she was very gentle and careful as well, it was different from the docile Wen Xinyi who had trembled.
Her actions were filled with a tenderness that stemmed genuinely from her heart. Even her tone became gentler.
Yan Rusheng was stunned by her carefulness, thinking that it was an illusion.
Did this stupid woman drink before she came? Or was she treating him as Jiang Zhuoheng again?
His thoughts traveled back to the previous night and a feeling of annoyance erupted once more. He retorted snappily, "Even if it leaves a scar, you won't be able to see it."
Wen Xuxu took into account his injury and the fact that she was in a relatively good mood at the moment.
And thus she chose not to bicker with him.
She smiled. "It's true I won't see it. But Fang Jiayin is so delicate, I'm afraid she might feel frightened if she sees your scar. Then it would be harder for her to get back together with you."
Yan Rusheng exploded, "Wen Xuxu, will you die if you can't provoke me for a moment?!"
He stretched out his hand and clenched a pillow, ready to aim and hurl it at Wen Xuxu's head.
The second he raised his arm, he saw Wen Xuxu looking at him with an innocent expression and he instantly paused.
He released the pillow and spoke in his usual tone. "Wen Xuxu, delicate women are more lovable. You're as tough as a man, so who would choose to love you?"
Hearing this, Xuxu burst out laughing. She replied in the midst of her laughter, "Thank you for your guidance, President Yan."
"Why are you laughing?" Yan Rusheng turned to glare at Xuxu. "Just carry on applying the ointment."
His good-looking face couldn't help but blush red. Then he turned his back towards her and mumbled under his breath, "I've never seen you so chatty before."
It was true that between them, she was the more passive one and wouldn't initiate a conversation.
As Wen Xuxu mulled over the reason, she thought that she had talked more because she was in a rather good mood today.
Both of them had fallen silent for a while before Yan Rusheng spoke again.
Xuxu responded with a "Mm".
This situation rarely happened between them. It was ordinary, peaceful and to a certain extent... harmonious.
He called her name nonchalantly and she replied to him casually too. It was unlike how she'd always responded to him: formally with a "President Yan, is there anything you would like to instruct me to do?"
He asked, "Regarding the matter I mentioned to you this afternoon, have you considered it?"
The matter he'd mentioned that afternoon? Xuxu raised her eyebrows in puzzlement as she tried to recall. Finally, she did and then replied, "Did I say I would consider it?"
Was there something wrong with her memory or was he having trouble comprehending?
Didn't she reject him outright regarding that deal which didn't benefit her in any way?