Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

  Thinking back, she still felt sad.

  It was probably the kind of despair where a lonely person had lost her last hope of warmth.

  Zheng Yan blinked and pulled herself out of the memories. She shook her head to answer Mo Yongheng.

  “There is no use. If beating him up would work, I would have crippled him long ago.”


  “…”


  This time, Mo Yongheng was stunned.

  He raised his eyebrows in surprise.

  “Hey, what do you mean? I threw my handbag at him, didn’t you see?” Speaking of this, Zheng Yan turned to see that her handbag was still on the floor.

  The white handbag was dirty. It was probably spoiled.

  “There, it’s still there. If Zheng Hao still dares to mess with me, I may consider changing to a metal handbag. I would smash his head with it!”


  “…”


  Mo Yongheng watched her as she described it vividly. He could tell that she was covering up her sadness with a smile, but he did not expose it.

  When she said that she was fine and asked him to leave, Mo Yongheng’s gaze flickered. He walked to her and carried her up.

  “Ah!”


  Zheng Yan was shocked as she gripped onto his shoulders, staring at him.

  “Your ankle is swollen and you say that you are fine? Do you think I am blind?” Mo Yongheng did not give Zheng Yan a chance to say no and carried her straight into the mansion.

  The moment they entered the living room, they saw Zheng Hao screaming in pain while the butler was attending to his injuries.

  When Zheng Hao saw Mo Yongheng walk in, he jumped off the sofa in fear.

  He grabbed a pillow and hid behind the sofa, watching him warily.

  Mo Yongheng did not bother about Zheng Hao. He had studied medicine, he knew where it would hurt the most.

  The fact that Zheng Hao’s nose was not broken, he had already shown mercy.

  What was bruising?

  He will know the consequences of babbling nonsense when he looks into the mirror every day and sees his face.

  Mo Yongheng placed Zheng Yan on the sofa and elevated her ankle on the coffee table.

  He took the medical kit from the butler and asked him to fetch an ice pack.

  “Actually, I am fine. It is just a minor sprain. It will recover tomorrow once I apply some ointment.” Zheng Yan voiced out when she saw Zheng Hao hiding behind the sofa like a dog.

  She wanted to place her leg down, however, Mo Yongheng did not let her.

  He took over the ice pack and placed it on her swollen ankle.

  “Tss—”


  Zheng Yan who was saying she was fine a moment ago, immediately gasped in pain.

  Upon seeing that Zheng Yan’s ankle was swollen quite badly, Zheng Hao was afraid that Mo Yongheng would be angered. He ran upstairs when Mo Yongheng was not looking.

  Only Mo Yongheng and Zheng Yan were left in the living room.

  The butler who was waiting at the side.

  The Zheng Family was not to be compared to the Mo Family, but from the decor in the room, President Zheng had good taste.

  Zheng Yan must have been like her dad. Generous yet meticulous, they were not simpletons.

  She knew that Mo Yongheng had come in with her so that she could avoid another round of conflict with Zheng Hao.

  “Thank you.”