A girl who had just experienced life and death, her vitality greatly depleted, was now hurt again, yet she earnestly sought help. Any man in his right mind would not refuse her.
Yet she waited for a while, her eyes fixed on the man standing not far away. His posture was imposing, and he remained motionless, looking over with his brows slightly raised and a cold expression, showing no trace of pity or gentleness.
Yutao felt the genuine disdain radiating from his gaze.
She quickly adjusted her thoughts, supporting herself with her hands and sitting directly on the ground, pulling up her pant legs.
Sure enough, both knees were scraped, and faint traces of blood seeped out. The surrounding skin was reddened.
The more she looked, the more “miserable” she felt.
Yutao’s long brows knit slightly, her sorrowful eyes lifted to the man in front of her. “Doctor Lu, are you always so indifferent when you see someone injured?”
The man lowered his gaze. The girl on the ground had delicate, porcelain-white calves, like a piece of fine white jade, but the wounds on her knees gave the jade a few blemishes. Her little face was full of grievance, like a flower blown by the wind, sulking. Her usual pride was gone as her gaze met his.
He said nothing, and his steps did not move an inch. Yutao was not angry; she puffed her cheeks and blew on her wounded knees, murmuring softly, “It hurts so much… it must be broken.”
Finally, the man reacted. He lifted the small box in his hand, stepped forward with long, slender legs, and walked to her side, extending his hand.
His hand was long and lean, knuckles well-defined, palms smooth, nails neatly trimmed. Yutao’s lips curved slightly as she quickly placed her hand in his.
With a pull, Lu Yunyang lifted her, but in the next moment, the girl’s soft body collided against him.
Soft fragrance filled his arms—the unique scent of a young girl—like a cluster of flames pressing against him, and he tensed instinctively, pushing her away.
Yet her hands clung tightly to his clothing, her body pressed close to his, like a vine wrapping around him. No matter how he pushed, she would not budge.
Lu Yunyang’s breathing grew slightly hurried. A faint blush crept up his ears as he grasped her arms, his voice hoarse from tension. “Stand still. Your knees are only scraped, not broken.”
“But it really hurts.” Yutao lifted her gaze, leaning softly against him, feeling his firm abdomen and commanding presence. It was as if a surge of energy had been injected into her, revitalizing her. “I can’t move. Carry me over.”
Her gentle voice sent shivers down the spine. Her eyes, tinged with smoky hues, seemed to hook anyone who looked into them.
Lu Yunyang turned his gaze away, his ears burning even redder. He pushed the girl twice, but she remained rooted to him, immovable.
Taking a deep breath and seeing the bed just a few steps away, he scowled, quickly lifted her horizontally, and laid her on the bed.
He moved so fast that Yutao hadn’t even reacted before he released her and stepped back.
As if knowing what she wanted to say, the man spoke directly: “From my experience, your knees are only scraped. Just avoid getting the wounds in dirty water.”
He opened his small box, took out a small jar of ointment, and placed it on the bedside table. Turning his gaze to her, he said, “I’ll respond about the engagement cancellation soon. I won’t make you wait too long.”
His brows lifted slightly, lips drooping just enough to add a hint of coldness to his handsome face. Yutao immediately folded away her little schemes.
In the demon realm, a single glance or smile from her could make many men fall under her “pomegranate skirt” charm, but now, injured as she was, the man in front of her not only refused to speak gently but also remained so unfeeling.
She bit her lip lightly, looking into the man’s deep eyes, her soft voice carrying a hint of determination: “But you just touched my chest. You need to take responsibility.”
After speaking, she gestured at her chest.
The man seemed taken aback, not expecting her to say such a thing.
Time seemed to freeze, the air thick and tense. After a while, he flushed, trying to explain: “I was performing first aid, doing CPR. It was necessary.”
Yutao blinked, her clear eyes innocent and sincere. “But you still touched it.”
Her soft tone, drawn out at the end, sounded as if she had endured endless grievance, compelling one to accept her complaint.
Lu Yunyang inhaled deeply, his voice crisp. “I am a doctor. I perform this on every suffocating patient needing emergency aid, not just you.”
The words sounded reasonable, and Yutao felt slightly moved. She muttered, pouting: “You’ve touched so many people, but I’m the only one you’ve touched!”
Finally noticing her odd behavior, the man’s sharp gaze swept over her from head to toe, his tone surprised. “Have you lost your mind?”
Before he finished, Yutao threw a pillow at him angrily. “You’re the one who’s crazy! You’re a pervert!”
The man caught the pillow quickly, ignoring her tantrum. Calmly, he said, “I have work to do. The medicine is for you; apply it yourself.”
He threw the pillow back, picked up his small medical box, and strode out.
After today’s major incident, he needed to report the matter clearly to his grandfather to avoid injustice.
Yutao had wanted to follow, but reconsidered and stayed.
The Original Owner’s method of canceling the engagement was too extreme, leaving a very poor impression on the man, which explained his attitude toward her.
It didn’t matter. Time was long; she would not believe that the unrivaled fox spirit of the demon realm could be troubled by such a trivial matter. That Lu boy would be hers sooner or later.
Once the man left, the room fell silent. Voices came faintly from outside, as if he were explaining the matter to someone. Yutao listened carefully but could not catch the details, so she got off the bed, intending to see how he would address the Su Family about this incident.
In the main hall, Lu Yunyang was nowhere to be seen, but several unfamiliar faces were present. They surrounded members of the Su Family, seemingly here because of today’s events.
Seeing Su Yutao safe at the doorway, they all breathed a sigh of relief. One woman could not help stepping forward: “Yutao, you scared your grandmother to death. Next time, we can discuss matters properly. You cannot do such foolish things.”
Someone else added: “Exactly. This matter isn’t fully settled yet. Yunyang is reasonable; if you don’t like him, just discuss it with him.”
Another continued: “The way you handled it also makes the Lu Family uncomfortable. Your mother still has to visit them to smooth things over.”
“And who knows what the Lu Family says about your family behind our backs?”
Their voices, though sounding caring, all implied she was childish and inexperienced.
Since Lu Yunyang had not consented to this engagement, and The Original Owner’s action had been impulsive, Yutao had little to say. She simply looked at them, wearing a face of sincere regret, and nodded: “I understand. I won’t make such a mistake again.”
Grandmother Su snorted, her face full of frustration: “We’ll see if you can marry someone better than Yunyang in the future!”
“What if you don’t like Yunyang? Who do you prefer?” a woman asked. “He’s so outstanding, yet you don’t even notice him. Should I keep an eye out for you?”
At these words, everyone’s gaze fell on her, as if stripping her bare, their expressions thoroughly reveling in the spectacle.
Yutao was thinking how to respond when someone called her.
All heads turned, seeing a girl entering the courtyard gate.
Yutao’s eyes curved slightly, immediately recognizing the newcomer: Xie Wanzhen, the Original Owner’s lifelong female friend and the book’s female lead.
The girl was very young, with a delicate, clear face, long brows like the moon, almond-shaped eyes like water, and two long braided pigtails hanging down her neck. She wore a apricot-colored blouse and blue pants, radiating youthful vigor.
“Sister Wanzhen is here,” Mother Su smiled at her.
Xie Wanzhen greeted everyone and approached Su Yutao, holding her hand and inspecting her carefully. Seeing the faint red marks on her neck, she asked softly: “Are you alright now? Does your neck still hurt?”
Her slender hand radiated warmth in the summer heat. Yutao instinctively withdrew her hand. Though she had not hung herself, imagining such a scene made her shiver.
Although grateful to the Original Owner for giving her a chance to survive, she thought that causing someone to cancel an engagement in such a reckless way was despicable.
Moreover, Xie Wanzhen, as the book’s female lead, should have already noticed the male lead at this point. She must also know whom the Original Owner had in mind. If the Original Owner married Lu Yunyang, Xie Wanzhen would have one less competitor for the male lead, which would be advantageous.
So why was she tricking the Original Owner like this?
Having gone through countless experiences, Yutao naturally suspected Lu Yunyang’s involvement.
Could it be that Xie Wanzhen had feelings for him at this moment?
No matter what, Xie Wanzhen’s influence was evident. Human or demon, such sisterhood was intolerable.
Yutao quickly thought of a plan. She looked at the girl before her, her voice tinged with grievance: “It really hurts…”
She drew a soft breath, her trembling, choked tone spilling from her lips: “Sister Wanzhen, don’t ever play such reckless tricks on me again. Do you know I almost died because of you?”
Though her voice was not loud, it struck everyone in the room like a thunderclap.
Everyone looked at the two girls, astonished.
What did she mean by that?