The Crippled Boss Loves Me

Shen Sisi's hair stood on end. She wanted to help Zhan Cangqiong up, but when she thought of his expression, she did not dare to step forward. Just as she was feeling conflicted, Zhan Cangqiong suddenly let out a bone-chilling laugh, "Interesting. This is interesting." Zhan Cangqiong's eyes were filled with excitement. He licked the corner of his mouth, and the blood in his body was boiling. "Shen Hanxing..." He chewed on this name word by word, and the blood in his eyes grew thicker. Sooner or later, he would personally break her pride, tear her proud and calm face, and shatter her calm expression. He would make her kneel before him, give up all her dignity and pride, and beg for mercy and cry.

"Zhan Cangqiong..." Shen Sisi was on the verge of tears as she said in a trembling voice, "Are you okay? Your wound is still bleeding..." Her face was pale, and there was a clear handprint on her cheek. Her hair, which had been carefully tidied up before she came, was a mess. Her expression was pitiful and cute. Seeing her like this, the viciousness in Zhan Cangqiong's eyes receded a little. He paused for a moment before saying, "Did I scare you?"

Seeing that Zhan Cangqiong had returned to his usual attitude, Shen Sisi's heart finally settled down. She realized she had subconsciously held her breath in her nervousness and fear. Her whole body was tense, and now that she had relaxed, her muscles were sore, and her lungs lacked oxygen.

"Quickly get up," Shen Sisi stepped forward to help Zhan Cangqiong. Tears welled up in her eyes. "You're bleeding a lot. Does it hurt? I'll take you to bandage it..." She didn't dare to mention the matter of calling the police again for fear of triggering Zhan Cangqiong's anger.

"Silly girl," Zhan Cangqiong's eyes were gentle. He raised his other uninjured hand and gently rubbed the top of Shen Sisi's head. His girl was so innocent to the point of being cute. What was this minor injury to him? It looked like he was bleeding a lot, but they were all minor injuries. These injuries were not worth mentioning to him, who had lived in a harsh environment since he was young. However, her tears and worries were very precious to him. No one had ever cared about the severity of his injuries or whether they hurt. Ever since he was young, even his father would only care about whether he won, whether his methods were ruthless enough and whether his results were good. He curled his lips and comforted Shen Sisi, "Don't worry, it's just a slight injury. It just looks scary. Don't cry. Hmm."

Shen Sisi did not dare to disobey him, so she could only nod obediently. Seeing this, the smile on Zhan Cangqiong's face widened. He pinched Shen Sisi's cheek and said, "Good girl. I can't continue to attend the banquet today." His eyes darkened as he looked at his bloodied suit. A sense of disgust welled up in his heart. He grabbed Shen Sisi's hand and said, "Let's go back first. Don't worry. I've already arranged for someone to take care of your matters. Tomorrow, you can continue to hold your head high and be proud."

Doing charity was the easiest way to get a good reputation. With the addition of many noble ladies, Shen Sisi's reputation on the internet could have a world-shaking change. As long as she found someone to stir up the rhythm, taking advantage of the storm, Shen Sisi would avoid the important things and apologize to Yang Xue. She would still be that kind little fairy. Shen Sisi's heart was filled with joy. The dark days were finally over. She had finally made it through the darkness and welcomed the dawn. Thinking about how she could hold her head high tomorrow, the smile on Shen Sisi's face became more genuine. She nodded vigorously and said, "That's right. Your health is more important. Zhan Cangqiong, I'll take you back and apply for medicine on your wound."

Zhan Cangqiong did not care about the wounds on his body, but he enjoyed Shen Sisi's care. He did not refute her words and walked out with her help. Zhan Cangqiong had only taken two steps when he stopped.

"Zhan Cangqiong?" Shen Sisi tilted her head in confusion. Then, she saw Zhan Cangqiong's gaze fall to the ground. His eyes were a little complicated. Shen Sisi lowered her head and looked over, just in time to see the fruit knife lying on the floor stained with blood. After a long time, the blood on the fruit knife started to turn black, and it looked dirty.

Zhan Cangqiong was a very serious germaphobe. He would even feel disgusted when someone else touched it. The chopsticks used for eating had to go through eight disinfecting procedures, but at this moment, he bent down and picked up the fruit knife.

Shen Sisi had a bad feeling, but she forced a smile. "This fruit knife is already dirty. Zhan Cangqiong, quickly throw it away. Otherwise, you'll feel nauseous again."