He Siming felt terrible to see Wen Shuyue crying so sadly. He put her into his arms as he opened his mouth to say something but swallowed his words in the end.
Wen Shuyue, who was totally consumed with sadness, couldn’t face the wound on He Siming’s arm, which reminded her the mistake she had made all the time.
“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch.”
A while later, He Siming comforted Wen Shuyue as he wiped off the tears on her face, with inconcealable sympathy in his amber eyes.
Wen Shuyue pulled herself together and then she sobbed, “Let’s go to the hospital before the wound gets inflamed.”
“It’s really just a scratch. No need to go to the hospital. Just a woundplast can do, if you have one at home.” He Siming shook his head, finding her reaction a bit amusing.
He Siming thought she overreacted on the tiny wound, which was not a big deal, but Wen Shuyue cried over it like a child.
He Siming used to hate women who made a big deal of everything, but he no longer felt so and even thought Wen Shuyue was quite adorable when looking at her face.
Wen Shuyue frowned lightly and asked with concern, “Are you sure we just dress the wound at home? What if…”
“Chill out. It’s really not a big deal,” He Siming interrupted Wen Shuyue before she finished her words. Then he took her back to her house.
Since He Siming refused to go to the hospital as Wen Shuyue suggested, she had no choice but to take out the medkit and dress the wound at home for He Siming.
She dressed every corner of the wound very carefully in case He Siming got infectious accidentally.
Wen Shuyue had been mad at He Siming when he went to the Gong’s house. After He Siming got hurt when saving her, Wen Shuyue was no longer mad at him and only felt sorry for him.
“Today…”
Quite a while later, He Siming finally broke the silence.
He stared at Wen Shuyue silently as he stammered, “I knew you were in my house today.”
Uh?
Upon hearing that, Wen Shuyue recalled what had happened earlier today. She kept rolling her eyes and said with an embarrassed smile, “Um, go on.”
“I wanted to talk to you, but Mrs. Gong came back today. I gotta have dinner with her. She has treated me well since I was little, so I can’t turn her down,” He Siming explained blandly.
He never explained this to anyone on his own initiative, but he couldn’t help doing so in front of Wen Shuyue. Obviously, he didn’t want her to misunderstand him.
Upon hearing his words, Wen Shuyue nodded without saying anything. In fact, she understood that people like He Siming would be knitted with another family by marriage, which could strengthen his family.
Surprised by her bland reaction, He Siming asked blankly with a light frown, “Aren’t you curious about my relationship with the Gong family? Why do you ask me nothing?”
“I…” Wen Shuyue tried to explain but didn’t say anything in the end.
It made sense that she asked the question if He Siming acknowledged that she was his girlfriend. But since their relationship didn’t go that far yet, Wen Shuyue wasn’t qualified to ask such a personal question.
Wen Shuyue gritted her teeth. Although she understood everything, she still felt gloomy when she forced herself to say, “I guess Mrs. Gong wants you to be together with Miss Gong. After all, the two of your families have been close for generations. It’s icing on the cake if you two get married.”
“Hmm, that’s what they want. So Gong Xue sticks with me all the time,” He Siming responded readily, caressing the forehead irritably.
What? Did he just say that without hesitation?
Wen Shuyue was astonished that He Siming confessed the truth to her instead of putting it in a subtle way. He talked as if the thing wasn’t concerned with him at all.
“But I have no interest in her. She’s just a sister to me. I wouldn’t even talk to her if she weren’t a member of the Gong family,” He Siming added blandly with great solemnness and determination.
Since he said so, it proved that he had no interest in Gong Xue indeed. At least, he didn’t like her for the moment.
Somehow, Wen Shuyue felt indescribably pleased upon hearing that. But she pretended to be calm when she said, “But I think she’s so into you. If she insists on marrying you, I guess you will marry her, right?”
It was a fatal question.
In arranged marriages, there were few couples who were really in love with their spouses. A man would marry the woman he didn’t like, even though he was reluctant to.
Well-aware of that, Wen Shuyue put forward that critical question for she was desperate to know what He Siming had in his mind.
“If it’s something I don’t want to do, I won’t do that even if you put a knife on my neck. Do trust me on this.” All of a sudden, He Siming grabbed Wen Shuyue by the hand, staring at her seriously.
Startled by his sudden move, Wen Shuyue compressed her lips and nodded subconsciously.
He Siming, curling up the corners of his mouth into a proud smile, was apparently pleased with her response. He said in a softer voice, “Why don’t you live with for a few days? We can study your father’s case together and you can keep Baobao’s company. He needs your company.”
“But…”
“You can’t live here any more. What if Lu Junhan comes here again when I am not around you?”
Before Wen Shuyue finished her words, He Siming interrupted. At the thought of what had happened just now, he sweated all over.
Wen Shuyue could have fallen down from the balcony or been caught by Lu Junhan, either of which was rather dangerous. He Siming was afraid that this ever happened again, so he forbade Wen Shuyue to live by herself.
That thing also scared Wen Shuyue, so she agreed with a nod, “OK.”
“Hmm, let’s go then.”
He Siming rubbed her hair with satisfaction and asked her to pack up before they left.
As a saying went, being in a favored position came with more chances. Living together would create many chances for them to get closer.
