âPut me down, I can walk myself.â Thereâre so many people watching, how could Tang Zhou possibly feel comfortable being carried like a princess?
Even though she was a woman, she had lived for over twenty years behaving like a tough man. Could the situation at least consider her feelings? It was so embarrassing!
Unfortunately, Leng Chenmo ignored her protests with a tight face. In front of the crowd, he carried her straight to the helicopter he rode in. He then said to the medical staff standing beneath the helicopter, âTrouble you to get on and treat her injuries.â
The medical team glanced at Ye Junqing. When Ye Junqing nodded, they followed him onto Leng Chenmoâs helicopter.
Once on the aircraft, Tang Zhou was heard complaining: âDamn it, let go of me, weâve boarded the plane and youâre still holding me. Donât you feel embarrassed, Leng Chenmo? Arenât you ashamed? Are you crazy? You canât just hold me whenever you want, take your dirty hands off me!â
Unfortunately, Leng Chenmo was the sort that didnât care about all the uproar. He was stubborn and wouldnât compromise because of someone elseâs noise. He kept his arms stiff and held her tightly, refusing to loosen his grip from beginning to end.
Seeing Leng Chenmoâs gloomy face, the medical team wisely chose to quietly treat Tang Zhouâs wounds.
When Ye Junqing came up, Tang Zhou seemed to have found a savior: âBrother Qing, throw this man off the plane, I canât stand him anymore! Iâm not injured, why does he look at me as if I finally came back from the dead? He must be crazy!â
âHe is your official partner, I have no right to stop him from doing anything to you.â
Ye Junqing left them with this comment then took a seat, looking sideways at the wound on her face: âDid Leng Weixuan do this?â
At the mention of this, Tang Zhou got angry: âI want to kill him, I definitely want to kill him!â
There was only one person left who knew her secret. If Leng Weixuan revealed her condition, there was no way she could continue her life in the aristocratic circle. Tang Zhou was both worried and angry. The pain was unbearable, especially when the doctor touched her wounds, and it made her scream.
âBe gentle, are you trying to kill me?â
Upon hearing her words, Leng Chenmoâs strained voice was full of a dangerous warning: âDonât hurt her!â
Then, he looked down at Tang Zhou and said, âI promise, Iâll let him live for now, but you can have your revenge later.â
Tang Zhou nodded, though still worried: âShut him up for me, donât let him speak recklessly! No, I want to go warn him myself! I canât trust even you! Let go of me, or Iâll beat you up!â
Leng Chenmo always held Tang Zhou tightly. Only by holding her close could he believe she was still alive. He feared that all of this was a dream. A dream where he had taken a sleeping pill and dreamt of saving Tang Zhou in the nick of time.
Leng Chenmo, from above, spoke to Ling Zufeng standing outside of the helicopter, âTell Leng Weixuan, if he dares to leak anything about today, I will send him straight to hell!ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Ling Zufeng nodded: âYes, Brother Chen.â
âOkay, donât worry, I assure you that no one will know your secret. Be still and let the doctor treat your wounds.â
Tang Zhou huffed and kept quiet, but her whole body was in pain. Asking her to stay still was easier said than done.
As soon as the doctor touched the bruises on her body, she screamed, âDonât you have anesthetic? Give me a shot, itâs too painful, is my face disfigured? Who has a mirror, let me see my face. That bastard Leng Weixuan dared to step on my face with the sole of his shoe. He dared to step on a face that needs to wear a face mask every day. Am I disfigured?â