Stop There, Daddy

The doctor followed closely upstairs and immediately took out the medicine kit after entering the room. He Siming lay Wen Shuyue flat and half-knelt on the bed to hold Wen Shuyue’s hand, sweating nervously.

The doctor carefully removed the shirt with tweezers to expose the injured part of her abdomen. After he wiped it lightly, he looked at the wound and said to He Siming, “The situation isn’t very serious. Fortunately, the wound isn’t big, and the previous healing is also good. Now the amount of blood is still within Miss Wen’s body. You just need to stop the blood and properly recuperate the body until the wound heals.”

He Siming’s heart was relieved when he heard this, but when he saw the wound, he felt a faint pain in his heart. He said anxiously, “Then, quickly give her the bleeding. She’s afraid of pain.”

The doctor moved, cleaned the wound, and bandaged it again. Wen Shuyue no longer felt pain and fell asleep slowly.

Wen Shuyue woke up leisurely and found that she had changed into her loungewear, and her abdomen was obviously bandaged, so she knew she was fine. She wanted to get up, but she pulled the wound, so she could only carefully get out of bed and wash up.

After freshening up, Wen Shuyue’s stomach started to wake up. Thinking about it, she had not even drank her saliva since yesterday afternoon and slowly walked to the kitchen.

Wen Shuyue walked down the stairs with two steps. As soon as she reached the living room, she saw an elegant woman cooking in the kitchen while He Siming leaned against the kitchen door and looked at her affectionately.

Wen Shuyue looked at the woman seriously.

Just by looking at the side of her face, one could feel that she was very beautiful. She had a slim figure and a curvy figure, and her aura was even more elegant than that of a dancer. Her actions of fire, oil, and fire were not only smooth but also beautiful. In addition, she and He Siming were utter not a single word, but there was a gentle smile on their lips. It was as gentle as the spring breeze, and a quiet woman.

This kind of woman was a woman that men liked and had good cultivation and their own conditions. Forget about He Siming, she liked this kind of woman too.

Wen Shuyue looked at He Siming, feeling a little uncomfortable. He Siming actually had a look of yearning and intoxication on his face. He stared at the woman cooking in full of silently conveyed tenderness, his eyes full of tenderness. Occasionally, the two of them looked at each other with a smile. The genuine and sincere was another side she had never seen before.

The more she looked at it, the more upset she became. The jealousy in Wen Shuyue’s heart only increased. She, Wen Shuyue, in terms of beauty, temperament, talent, and which woman she had ever lost, was even the most suitable match for He Siming in be opinionated. Now, it seemed like there was a there are heavens beyond the heavens beyond people, so she was completely outclassed!NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Her relationship with He Siming had always been a state of free choice. If He Siming felt that there was someone more suitable for him, she naturally wouldn’t force her, let alone this woman who was more suitable for his wife than her. However, she felt a little heavy in her heart. She felt like she couldn’t breathe a little when she was pressed against a rock.

Wen Shuyue shook her head helplessly. She felt that the a pleasant day coupled with a fine landscape was like a beautiful flower. It was really a little be misfits for her to appear here. It was best not to alarm them and return to her room to rest quietly.

Wen Shuyue turned around and was about to leave. She didn’t want to turn around and face the sofa. Her knees fell to the back of the sofa, and her feet fell to the bottom of the sofa.

When He Siming heard the sound, he turned back to the living room and saw a sofa walking towards the living room.

Wen Shuyue lay on the sofa and took a deep breath from the wound. She turned over slightly and heard the footsteps of her leather shoes. She screamed in her heart and carefully moved to the middle of the sofa, trying to reduce her presence, so she wanted to find a hole to enter.

Listening to the approaching footsteps, Wen Shuyue gritted her teeth and straightened up from the sofa. She smiled awkwardly and greeted He Siming, “Hey, good afternoon!”

He Siming walked to her side and gently helped her down from the sofa. He asked curiously, “What are you doing?”

“I-I’m going downstairs to have a glass of water,” Wen Shuyue lied without blushing. How could she explain it? Could it be that she came down to peek at them, tried to escape, and tripped herself up? If she was humiliated, He Siming would definitely laugh at her.

He Siming obviously did not believe her explanation. He pointed to the sofa that was crushed by her and asked, “What’s going on?”

Wen Shuyue pretended to be calm and said, “I accidentally hit the corner of the sofa.”

He Siming looked down at her feet and asked with concern, “Does it hurt?”

Wen Shuyue shook her head and moved her feet back, wanting to hide. He Siming stared at her feet, feeling a little strange, as if the butcher suddenly stopped staring at the meat on the chopping board and suddenly cared about the fine hair on it.

“Well, let them wrap the sofa corner later,” He Siming said with a smile.

“You can do as you please,” Wen Shuyue said. Looking at He Siming’s good mood, she thought that it was because of the woman in the kitchen.

He Siming glanced at the food on the table and said gently, “Since you’re up, go eat.”

Wen Shuyue also looked at the restaurant, but her attention was on the busy figure in the kitchen. Because He Siming had just seen the gentle woman in come very naturally, her eyes were dim and she said coldly to He Siming, “I’m not hungry. Go eat. I’ll go upstairs to rest first.”

As soon as Wen Shuyue was about to leave, she remembered that Wen Shuyue was cursing in her heart. Her stomach was as stupid as herself. How could she make a mistake now?

“Your belly is not good at lying,” He Siming smiled and looked at Wen Shuyue’s resentful expression.

Wen Shuyue wanted to curse people in her heart, so she retorted back with a bad attitude, “Yeah, I’m not good at lying, but it’s better than being brought back by some stately.”

“What are you talking about?” He Siming didn’t understand what the attitude of Wen Shuyue’s be rather baffling was.

“You don’t have to pay attention to me,” Wen Shuyue said helplessly and said in a self-deprecating tone, “I’m just that to you.”

He Siming was confused. Who could tell him what this woman was thinking.

Wen Shuyue didn’t know what was wrong with her. She was fine just now, but now she was jealous. She didn’t want to let herself be like this. She clearly wanted to give He Siming freedom just now. He could only try to divert his attention, so that he could quickly turn the page over and ask in a stiff tone, “Where’s Wen Baobao?”