The arrogant demeanor from the tennis court had vanished completely. In his presence, Su Yue’s mind felt sluggish, and she behaved with unusual docility.
“Let’s go somewhere else,” she said softly, feeling this location was not suitable for lingering.
She sidestepped him, intending to take him to a quieter little playground nearby.
Chen Ziming handed her the ice pack. Su Yue looked at him in confusion. The next second, he scooped her up in his arms. Then, he strode with long legs towards the nearby parking lot.
Su Yue froze for a moment, instinctively wrapping her arms around his shoulders. The people who had passed by gasped in surprise. This incident held such gossip-worthy significance: an ambiguous relationship between Su Yue, the campus belle of the Communications University, and Officer Chen, who had captivated a crowd of female students during his lecture…
She hurriedly looked at him, saying nervously, “Put me down. There are too many people, they’ll talk.”
Hearing her words, he stopped and looked at her, his gaze somewhat icy. “Are you ashamed of me?”
She looked at him in astonishment. “No, it’s not that…”
He ignored her and continued walking. The path leading to the parking lot was a small one, with fewer people, but those passing by still cast curious glances. Su Yue simply buried her face in his shoulder to avoid their stares.
As the car drove on the road, she held the ice pack, quietly applying it to her injured spot, her mind working furiously.
Why did he appear so early? She hadn't properly conducted her investigation, hadn't meticulously formulated a plan, and yet he was here. She had to urgently devise a solution.
With this thought, Su Yue secretly turned her head to look at him. His expression was gloomy, truly somewhat intimidating.
But… Su Minghua’s face flashed in her mind. She sighed inwardly. There was no other way. No matter what he planned to do later, how much worse could it be than being ruined by Su Minghua or jumping off a bridge?
The car stopped in the garage. After he got out, he walked around to her side, opened her door, unbuckled her seatbelt, and then carried her down. This time, she didn’t resist, obediently allowing herself to be held as they reached his familiar home.
He carried her directly into the living room, had her sit on the sofa, then squatted down to remove her shoes and socks.
Su Yue was stunned. She had envisioned a hundred scenarios, but none had included him acting this way.
“I can do it myself…” she said softly, feeling a bit flustered and hesitant to move.
The man lowered his head, ignoring her, and patiently untied her shoelaces. From her perspective, she could see his handsome eyebrows and straight nose.
What was he up to?
“Sit still,” he suddenly said. Su Yue saw him looking at her injury, his brow furrowed.
He stood up, took her shoes to the entrance, changed into slippers himself, then brought out a first-aid kit. He opened it, selected a spray for bruises and sprains, then returned to her, kneeling on one knee.
One hand held her left ankle, lifting it, while the other sprayed some of the mist before beginning to massage.
Su Yue could no longer describe her feelings as merely shock. She began to doubt if she had already jumped from the bridge that day, and if she was currently not in the real world.
Her emergency plan, recalled on the way, was to first change her shoes after entering the house, and then, while he was changing his, to embrace him, take the initiative to apologize, and express her affection for him. Whether in a coquettish or a weak tone, she would first try to appease his anger before proceeding with further matters.
But he hadn't even given her a chance to get off the ground?!
Not only that, but he had also removed her shoes and applied medication?!
What was he thinking? Wasn't he very angry with her? He had kept a stern face since they met. Had he forgotten what she said when they last parted? Or… did he simply not care?
Furthermore, Su Yue began to question: why had he appeared at the entrance of the tennis court? At such a coincidental time? If he had come specifically to find her, had he already returned from his business trip?
However, he hadn’t returned her calls or messages.
So, was he angry or not? Did he hate her, or was he indifferent?
“What is your relationship with that guy?”
Just as Su Yue was lost in confused thoughts, the man in front of her suddenly spoke. His voice was deep, slightly hoarse, and sounded a little weary.