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Chapter 91 Your Man Isn't That Delicate
The cold raindrops pounded on his face, and Liang Yi was filled with horror.

He never expected that, at this point, Wang Weiguo would dare to harbor murderous intent.

Does he even know about this? If he really wanted to harm him, he wouldn't have come here to talk to him so much.

He watched as the dagger flashed in the darkness, its cold light piercing straight into his heart.

Liang Yi reacted instinctively and suddenly dodged to the side.

The dagger pierced through his thin clothes and plunged deep into Liang Yi's left arm.

A sharp pain shot through him, and warm liquid gushed out instantly. Blood flowed down Liang Yi's arm and dripped into the rain.

Liang Yi groaned, the intense pain only fueling his fighting spirit.

Ignoring the wound on his arm, he kicked out with his right foot the instant Wang Weiguo leaned forward due to excessive force, slamming it hard into Wang Weiguo's abdomen.

Wang Weiguo screamed as he was kicked and fell heavily into the mud, the dagger slipping from his hand and landing to the side.

He struggled to get up, but Liang Yi had already pounced on him despite the pain, using his uninjured right arm to lock his throat tightly, and pressing his knee against his lower back, pinning him firmly to the muddy ground.

"Wang Weiguo! You've gone mad!"

Liang Yi roared, rain and blood dripping down his chin.

"Do you know what you are doing?"

Wang Weiguo struggled futilely in the mud, his face indistinguishable between rain and tears, his eyes filled with utter despair.

It's over, it's over.

It wasn't because of the man who was caught, but because his crazy stab had completely destroyed him.

Just then, neighbors and patrolling militiamen, who had been alerted by the fighting, rushed over with their weapons.

The blinding light illuminated the muddy scene in the rainy night, as well as Liang Yi's bloodstained arm and Wang Weiguo, who was pinned to the ground.

"Liang Tuan!"

"Oh my god! Blood!"

A chorus of exclamations erupted.

Despite the excruciating pain, Liang Yi raised his head, the rain washing away the blood and grime from his face.

His eyes, however, were unusually sharp and cold.

He gave orders, word by word, to the militia captain who had rushed over.

"Tie him up and keep him under control. Also, thoroughly search this woodpile and his house. He is suspected of colluding with enemy agents and intending to commit murder."

The militia captain hurriedly responded, directing his men to take action, and then turned to look at Liang Yi's bleeding wound.

“Liang Tuan, you need to get your injury treated quickly. Come to my house, my wife used to work in a hospital.”

Hearing the militia captain's concern, Liang Yi waved his hand.

The excruciating pain in his left arm caused a fine layer of cold sweat to seep from his forehead, which mingled with the rain and slid into his collar.

"No need. Keep a close watch on the person first, and make sure to seal up anything found during the search."

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his body, which was feeling unsteady due to blood loss: "I'll go home first; my wife is waiting for me there."

If Anmin sees that he hasn't come back, she will definitely come out to look for him.

She was pregnant, and it was raining outside. Liang Yi didn't want anything to happen to An Min because of him.

Several familiar men from the neighborhood quickly stepped forward and helped him up on either side: "Commander Liang, we'll take you home."

Liang Yi nodded, without refusing.

However, with every step he took, the wound on his left arm felt like it was being torn apart.

Liang Yi gritted his teeth, his gaze piercing through the rain and landing on the dim yellow oil lamp in his house not far away.

The light is on; Anmin must still be awake.

When the door was pushed open, Anmin was sitting at the door waiting for him. Hearing the noise, she looked up, and the smile that had just appeared on her face instantly froze.

Her gaze first fell on Liang Yi's soaked clothes, and then she saw the glaring red.

Blood soaked through his left sleeve, dripping from his fingertips onto the threshold, spreading into a small, dark flower.

"Your arm... what happened?"

Seeing her face turn deathly pale, Liang Yi forced a smile and gently took her cold hand in his uninjured right hand: "It's nothing, just a minor scratch from a rabid dog."

"Small injury?"

"He's bled so much, and you still call it a minor injury!" Hearing An Min's words, the men supporting Liang Yi hurriedly offered their explanations.

"Sister-in-law, it's Wang Weiguo. Let Liang Tuan go in and bandage him up first, and then we'll have him explain things to you properly later."

With their words, An Min quickly stepped aside to let Liang Yi in.

"come on in."

After Liang Yi came in, the men left.

Liang Yi squeezed her hand and comforted her, "Look at you, you're about to cry again."

He deliberately softened his tone, making it sound like he was coaxing him.

"The doctor said you can't be sad right now, what if it affects the baby?"

Seeing that he was still trying to comfort himself even in this state, Anmin glanced at him helplessly.

"Sit down quickly, I'll go get the first-aid kit."

She turned to leave, but Liang Yi stopped her.

He endured the pain, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and said wearily, "It's really nothing. Wang Weiguo has been caught. He did something wrong and was just desperate."

Anmin hummed in agreement, patted his head, and then went to get the first-aid kit.

It's getting late, and the rain outside is getting heavier. I can't find a ride to the hospital right now.

However, An Min was afraid that Liang Yi would get infected, so she pulled him directly into the space.

The spiritual spring water in the space can help him recover better, and with the even better medicine inside, Anmin can finally rest assured.

As Anmin treated his wounds, his red-rimmed eyes clearly showed that he was holding back something.

Liang Yi paused, then teased her deliberately, "If I fall, who will protect you and our child?"

"So Minmin, don't worry, even for your sake and the baby's sake, I will live well."

Anmin was speechless at his words, and tears welled up in her eyes and she could no longer hold them back.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Anmin carefully wiped the blood and grime around the wound with a warm cloth.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Liang Yi looked at her serious profile and reached out to tidy up the stray hairs on her forehead.

"Your man isn't that delicate."

Anmin didn't say anything, but wiped even more gently.

When the cloth touched the wound, Liang Yi's muscles tensed up involuntarily. She stopped immediately, looked up at him, her eyes full of worry.

He smiled at her and said, "It's okay, keep going."

"All right."

She tied the last knot, looked up at him, her eyes still red.

"Go to the health center first thing tomorrow morning and have Dr. Li take another look."

Liang Yi nodded in agreement, reached out and pulled her into his arms, letting her lean on his shoulder: "Don't worry, it's all over now."

"I just didn't expect Wang Weiguo to do something like this."

He paused, recalling the despair in Wang Weiguo's eyes just now, and felt a mix of emotions.

"I never expected him to go this crazy."

Anmin buried her face in the crook of his neck: "You mustn't take such risks again."

"My child and I are waiting for you to come home."

"Ah."

Liang Yi tightened his arms, feeling a warm current surge through his heart as he felt the soft body in his embrace.

"I promise you."

"From now on, whatever I do, I will think of you all. I still have you and the children."

(End of this chapter)