Qiangwei had already closed her eyes and no longer cared about all this. Although she was facing the man closest to her, she was still relatively conservative in this aspect. Even if she had an enchanting side, it was just to make the man more happy.
At this moment, the area above Qiangwei's abdomen and below her chest was wrapped in white cloth. The smell of traditional Chinese medicine could be smelled coming from there, mixed with Qiangwei's charming body fragrance, which was particularly refreshing.
Yang Cheng narrowed his eyes and picked up a pair of delicate small scissors from the drawer of the bedside table. He pointed at the bandage and cut it. The bandage was not too tight. After being cut, it gradually fell to the bed, revealing Qiangwei's skin.
"Husband, what are you doing?" Qiangwei felt that something was wrong and asked after seeing this scene.
Yang Chen didn't reply, and minding his own business, he cut off the bandages wrapped around the wound, and carefully removed it, revealing Rose's gunshot wound.
Although it was a little painful, Qiangwei did not care much. She just saw that her ugly bloody wound was seen by Yang Cheng. She looked at Yang Cheng sadly, worried that Yang Cheng would not like it. After all, no one would want their woman to have a hole.
In fact, the injury was not a serious matter for Qiangwei, but if this gunshot wound left a scar on her abdomen, it would be the most unacceptable for a young woman who was born with a beautiful body and loved beauty.
Yang Cheng looked at the bright red in front of him and looked at Qiangwei with pity. He comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm not a pretty boy who can't see blood. In my eyes, the gunshot wound is like a soldier's medal. I will only like it, not hate it."
"But I don't like it." Qiangwei whispered and turned her head away.
Yang Cheng smiled and suddenly raised the scissors in his hand. He cut the tip of his other hand's index finger!
After cutting the skin of his index finger without hesitation, red blood flowed out from Yang Cheng's fingertip and dripped onto Qiangwei's wound …
Qiangwei felt a cold liquid at her wound. She turned her head in confusion and her beautiful eyes were suddenly full of shock!
"Husband, you …"
"Don't talk! Don't move! No matter what you see or feel, don't move! "Yang Cheng stopped Qiangwei seriously.
Qiangwei saw Yang Cheng's serious expression and didn't dare to say anything. She watched as Yang Cheng's blood kept gushing out and dripping onto her wound.
Soon, Qiangwei felt a trace of numbness from her wound. It was an indescribable feeling. It was as if some force was pulling her body, but she couldn't control it. The original pain around the wound was gradually replaced by a strange numbness and warmth.
But the next scene was hard for Qiangwei to imagine …
The wound on Yang Cheng's fingertip, which had only been cut for a few seconds, was actually scabbing at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was healing the bleeding wound!
Yang Cheng frowned and picked up the scissors again. He cut the scar that had just healed and let the blood drip down again. That finger didn't seem to belong to him at all. It was merciless.
In this way, Yang Cheng's finger continued to scab and heal, and he kept cutting it himself so that the blood could continue to drip.
What kind of pain was it to continuously injure a person's wound!?
Qiangwei finally understood what "feeling" Yang Cheng was talking about. It was really unbearable, not because her body felt itchy and unbearable, but because she saw Yang Cheng constantly cutting her fingertips with the cold scissors to let the blood flow. The ten fingers were connected to the heart! Qiangwei felt that the scissors were clearly stabbing her heart!
But seeing Yang Cheng concentrating on dripping his own blood on her wound, Qiangwei didn't dare to move. She only felt the tears that had just stopped welling up in her eyes again.
The tears that she hadn't shed in the past twenty years of her life seemed to have been made up for in this morning.
He was constantly hurting himself, using his own blood to "heal" himself?
About seven or eight minutes later, Yang Cheng's finger healed for the umpteenth time. Yang Cheng saw that the blood in Qiangwei's wound was almost done, then he put down the scissors. After wiping his finger with a tissue, it was as if there was no wound at all.
Qiangwei laid on the bed and stared at Yang Cheng. She didn't know when, but her beautiful oval face had recovered some color, and her jade-like face looked very gentle.
"Okay, rest for another ten minutes, and you should be fine." Yang Cheng said with a smile.
Qiangwei seemed to finally come back to her senses. She hesitated for a while before asking, "How did this happen … I was obviously seriously injured just now, but now I feel that the wound has healed …"
"Don't think too much, just think of my blood as the most advanced healing medicine."
"But …"
"No buts." Yang Cheng looked abnormally calm, and his eyes were slightly wandering, "I don't want to be seen as a monster, so don't ask me about this, okay?"
Seeing the trace of sorrow on Yang Cheng's face, Qiangwei immediately stopped asking questions. She had never seen Yang Cheng show such deep sorrow. What kind of secret was hidden in this man's body? What kind of past was torturing him?
Behind his seemingly limitless power, what kind of gloomy world was there?
"You're not a monster …" Qiangwei said with a determined face.
"When you're injured, you can heal yourself immediately. Even if you fall from more than ten floors, you'll be unscathed. If you're not a monster … I don't believe it myself …"
"If I say you're not a monster, then you're not a monster!" Qiangwei stretched out a warm hand and pressed on the back of Yang Cheng's hand, acting coquettishly and stubbornly.
Yang Cheng smiled bitterly, "But some people don't think that way."
"Then I'll be a monster with you."
"Fool …"
The warm and sweet quiet time always seemed to pass quickly. After kissing with Qiangwei for a while in the bedroom, there was a knock on the door.
Except for a few of Qiangwei's most important confidants, no one dared to knock on this door.
"Come in," Qiangwei said lazily.
The one who opened the door carefully was Xiao Zhao. This round-faced young man had a solemn look on his face when he entered the room. He was frowning, but when he saw that Rose was already sitting on the bed, dressed in clean white pajamas and smiling at him, he wondered if his eyes were playing tricks on him!
"Big sister … You … Why are you …" Xiao Zhao stuttered.
"Why? Are you not happy that my body recovers quickly?"
"No, no, no …" Xiao Zhao quickly waved his hand. He really couldn't figure out why Qiangwei, who was unconscious, suddenly recovered after treating the gunshot wound. Looking at Yang Cheng who was yawning, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but guess if it was a miracle brought by this magical man … But Yang Cheng was not a doctor, nor was he a Doraemon. How could he make Qiangwei recover so quickly?
But no matter what, Qiangwei's miraculous recovery made Xiao Zhao beam with joy. He suddenly had a pillar of support.
"Big sister, luckily you woke up, or else we really wouldn't know what to do next. Someone wants to come to our bar to see you." Xiao Zhao said.
"Who?"
"It's … it's your father, West Union Society's President Situ. He also brought a lot of West Union Society's leaders. He said he wants to visit big sister's injury." Xiao Zhao carefully said.
An imperceptible light flashed in Qiangwei's eyes. She glanced at Yang Cheng. Yang Cheng gave her an indifferent look. Qiangwei nodded and said knowingly: "Xiao Zhao, you can go out first. Take good care of them. Make sure they don't get into fights. I'll go out after I take a shower. "
"Okay big sister …" Xiao Zhao hesitated, but still asked with concern: "But big sister, are you really okay?"
"You'll know in a bit."
After Xiao Zhao left, Qiangwei shyly looked at Yang Cheng, "Hubby, you can go out first. I want to take a shower."
"I'll help you keep a lookout." Yang Cheng said seriously.
Qiangwei rolled her eyes. Clearly she was already immune to Yang Cheng's roguish behavior.
Yang Cheng saw that he couldn't taste any benefits. He could only pat his butt and reluctantly walked out of the bedroom. He walked towards the bar's lobby.
As soon as he entered the lobby, he felt the entire bar's atmosphere suffocating. At this time, the bar was already filled with people. There were at least twenty to thirty people on each side. Moreover, every one of them had a dark expression on their face and were laughing sinisterly.
On one side of the bar was Xiao Zhao and a few other young Red Thorns Society members. Red Thorns Society was established not too long ago. Even though it was developing rapidly, the majority of them were made up of youngsters. That was why they were brave and fierce in many of their confrontations with West Union Society.
On the other side of the bar, West Union Society's people were led by Qiangwei's father, Situ Mingze.
Situ Mingze's facial features didn't resemble Qiangwei's, but they both had a dignified appearance. He was wearing a Givenchy white checkered shirt, and on his hand was a Rolex silver collector's watch. He looked like an ordinary middle-aged gold collar worker in the city. His temperament was completely unlike that of an underworld boss.
At this moment, Situ Mingze was sitting on a black leather sofa with his legs crossed. In his hand was a purple clay teapot. He was leisurely sipping on his tea.
At Situ Mingze's side, there were several people dressed in different attire. What made Yang Cheng surprised was that the familiar Zhang Hu was also sitting beside Situ Mingze. When he saw Yang Cheng walk out, he didn't have any reaction, as if he didn't know him at all.
The underlings of both sides were at each other's throats, but the few West Union Society bigwigs were leisurely and carefree, whispering to each other, as if they didn't take all of this seriously. It could be seen that these West Union Society leaders, who had seen the wind and waves of the storm, were still very different from these "little kids" of Red Thorns Society.
Before, Yang Cheng had only seen Situ Mingze in photos. This was the first time he had seen him in person. Speaking of which, this man who maintained himself well was his "father-in-law". Unfortunately, Qiangwei had already fallen out with him. As her "son-in-law", he should just stop worrying.
"Little Zhao, what are you blindly staring at? Come here, come here, make me a glass of Bloody Mary." Yang Cheng beckoned at the little leopard like Little Zhao. He didn't want to compete with this group of people in that ridiculous manner. It would be better to drink some wine and wait for Qiangwei to come out.
Although Little Zhao felt that the situation was a bit awkward, he didn't dare to not go when Yang Cheng called him. He immediately got down from his seat and happily went to make a drink for Yang Cheng.
This scene caused the atmosphere in the bar to become tense. Everyone looked at Yang Cheng with strange gazes.
Among the West Union Society's big shots, a thin faced man with a pipe in his mouth raised his eyebrows. He seemed to be the youngest among them. He took down his pipe and pointed it at Yang Cheng. He sneered and asked: "You brat, are you that slut's gigolo?"
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