Chapter 160: Fair, Rich, And Beautiful Liu Rusi?
“No need, my leg should just be a graze. Stop the bleeding and bandage it, and we’ll be fine. Head to Beach North Street first; I have a safe house there.”
Beach North Street?
Isn’t that near the North Grand Red Building?
“You sure? The little devil’s Garrison Command is right there. You not afraid of walking right into the trap?”
Liu Rusi said weakly, “The most dangerous place is the safest place. Beiping City will definitely conduct a big search soon, so it’s actually safer there.”
“Alright, got it.” Cao Weida thought about it and agreed. The little devils would never expect the Military Statistics Bureau to be so bold as to pull a lamp-under-black trick on them.
He picked a direction and carried Liu Rusi on his back, running again.
Feeling Cao Weida’s consistently steady breathing, Liu Rusi was astonished in her heart. This wasn’t just simply carrying her—it was rapid sprinting.
He’d been running for so long, yet his breathing was still so steady. This powerful physique was the strongest she’d ever seen in anyone.
But her attention was quickly diverted by the friction during the run. Because of the fast running, she could only hold tightly onto his neck, making their bodies press very close.
With the up-and-down jolting during the run, Liu Rusi’s face inevitably flushed with embarrassment, her throat clenched tightly to suppress the urge to cry out.
They went the rest of the way in silence and quickly arrived at the place.
This was a small courtyard, not large in area, located in a hutong over two hundred meters from the Gendarmerie Headquarters.
He took the key, opened the courtyard gate and went in, carried Liu Rusi into the courtyard, and closed the gate again.
By the dim moonlight, he scanned with his eyes. This small courtyard was obviously tended to regularly—clean and neat.
The room inside was equally clean and refreshing, with furniture, bedding, and the like all complete.
He put Liu Rusi on the bed but didn’t turn on the light. The little devils not only enforced curfew, but also controlled lights—residents were strictly forbidden from lighting lamps casually, including oil lamps and candles.
The Japanese Army supervised through patrols and surprise checks. Once illegal lighting was found, they might punish with charges like ‘bandit collusion’ or ‘resisting the Imperial Army’—light penalties like fines or searches, heavy ones like arrest, beating, or even killing.
“Your courage is indeed impressive. So close to the Gendarmerie Headquarters, and you still dare come here often?”
Beiping is located in the northern North China Plain, surrounded by much loess. In spring, it’s often affected by dust storms, and with the relatively dry climate, strong winds easily stir up surface dust, leading to more dust in the air.
At the same time, roads are mostly dirt and gravel, lacking paving. Vehicles and pedestrians passing by easily kick up dust.
City drainage, garbage disposal, and other infrastructure are imperfect. Plus, residents rely mostly on burning coal and firewood for heating and cooking, and industrial production emits smoke and dust, so Beiping residents, if not cleaning frequently, would have a layer of dust settle in their homes every few days.
It’s impossible for this house to be so clean without regular cleaning.
Liu Rusi leaned laboriously against the headboard. “This is the safe house I prepared for myself. If it’s not tended to for a long time with no one coming and going, sudden signs of habitation would easily arouse suspicion.”
“That’s true.” Cao Weida nodded, agreeing with the reasoning. “Do you have a medicine box here?”
“Yes, right under the bed.”
He felt for the medicine box, blew off the dust on top, and opened it. The contents of this medicine box were quite complete.
Medical gauze, bandages, alcohol, sulfonamide, morphine, tweezers, scissors, and the like were all there.
“Need my help? Or can you handle it yourself?”
The injury was on her calf. Given a woman’s flexibility, she should be able to manage it herself.
Liu Rusi looked at her injury, wanting to say she could handle it, but she didn’t dare to touch it. Even moving a little made her frown in pain.
“Help me. I probably can’t do it alone.”
Hearing this, Cao Weida didn’t hesitate. It was just treating a wound—easy for him.
He shifted her up a bit, took a quilt to make her lean more comfortably, then grabbed a towel and handed it to her: “Bite on this.”
“I’ll pull your trousers up first. It might touch the wound—bear with it.”
“You do it.” Liu Rusi took the towel, folded it, stuffed it in her mouth, and bit down with her teeth.
Seeing this, Cao Weida didn’t hesitate and carefully removed her shoes.
Instantly, a sour smell hit him, making him involuntarily pull his head back a bit.
Whoa, that’s pungent.
Seeing this, Liu Rusi nearly fainted from embarrassment. She instinctively wanted to pull her leg back, but Cao Weida held it down.
“Don’t move!”
She stopped moving, but inwardly flustered, her eyes quickly shifted downward, not daring to look up.
Overwhelmed with shame, she grabbed a pillow and buried her face in it, mumbling in humiliation.
But she had no choice—women’s foot sweat glands are naturally more developed than men’s, so they’re more prone to odor. Plus, she hadn’t changed clothes or slept well for two days, had traveled back and forth so far, and tonight was chased in a wretched state.
Cao Weida glanced at her, finding her ostrich-like behavior somewhat amusing.
He gently pulled up the trouser leg, encountering some resistance. Because of the cold weather, she was wearing three layers, impossible to pull up fully, so he looked at her again.
“I can only cut it for you. You have a change of clothes here, right?”
A muffled voice came from under the pillow: “Yes, cut it.”
With permission, Cao Weida carefully used scissors to cut open the trousers near the injury, tossed the top two layers aside, and said softly: “Bear with it. The blood has dried and stuck the trousers to your leg. To avoid tearing the wound, I’ll soak it with alcohol.”
“Mm-hmm~~”
Alcohol poured on the wound, the stimulation causing intense pain. Liu Rusi couldn’t help wanting to cry out, but the towel muffled it into suggestive humming sounds.
Her body tensed, glaring angrily at Cao Weida.
“What’re you looking at? Want me to finish treating the wound or not?”
He had to admit, that glare was surprisingly attractive.
Liu Rusi turned her face away, letting Cao Weida do as he pleased. She didn’t even dare glance at the wound, as if ignoring it made it not hers.
This ostrich-like behavior made Cao Weida chuckle inwardly.
“Bear with it.”
The process took nearly a minute before he finally peeled off the flannel cloth soaked in alcohol and blood water.
After a close inspection, he couldn’t help frowning.
“This isn’t a graze—it’s a through-and-through wound. But luckily it’s just that, no damage to muscle or bone. Not serious.”
“The bullet was hot when it exited. I’ll clean it a bit, and it shouldn’t get infected.”
Liu Rusi nodded, drenched in sweat. She hadn’t known what was wrong with her leg before—just a sudden chill, then burning pain soon after. She thought it was a graze, not expecting a through-and-through.
Luckily, no muscle or bone damage—fortunate in misfortune.
Cao Weida used tweezers to pick up an alcohol-soaked cotton ball, carefully cleaning the wound’s dirt, then poured more alcohol into it.
Liu Rusi’s body shuddered violently, eyes bulging, breath stopping, her hands gripping the bed sheet so hard her knuckles turned pale.
After over ten seconds, her body suddenly went limp as if all strength drained, then tears and snot streamed down together.
She cried while sobbing softly, “Couldn’t you be gentler? I nearly died from pain just now, wuwuwu.”
Cao Weida understood well enough—he was wincing just watching. If it were him, he’d probably fare no better.
He touched his nose, awkwardly saying: “No choice. If I don’t disinfect properly, infection inside would be trouble—severe cases could fester, and you’d lose the leg.”
“Better short sharp pain than long ache. Just endure it—I’ll apply medicine now, bandage it up, and you’re good.”
While he focused on bandaging, Liu Rusi, having recovered a bit, kept her teary eyes fixed on his face.
Unfortunately, with the face veil blocking, she could only see a pair of deep eyes.
“He must be handsome.”
Same old story: the hero-saves-beauty trope might be clichéd, but it works in any era.
Like now—her heart couldn’t help stirring unusual feelings for this man who descended like a god to pull her from endless hell.
“Hey, what’s your name?”
Cao Weida glanced up at her, said nothing, and lowered his head to keep working.
Liu Rusi pouted unhappily. “Hey, I’m asking you. What’s your name? I’m Liu Rusi.”
“Liu Rusi?”
Cao Weida looked up in surprise. This was the future Master Liu who ruled Beiping City?
If it was really that Master Liu, she was a top-tier beauty with wealth and status.
Liu Rusi wasn’t an ordinary woman. She was the daughter of Shen Shichang, the Kuomintang Suppression General Headquarters Commander after the victory against Japan, with a prominent family background and significant influence in future Beiping’s upper society.
Moreover, on the surface she was an ordinary merchant, but actually a Nanjing Confidential Bureau operative.
Though the Confidential Bureau was still called the Military Statistics Bureau now, and Liu Rusi clearly hadn’t risen to operative status yet.
When he watched New World, he’d really liked Liu Rusi.
Yeah. Though mostly because views follow looks—who wouldn’t like a seductive beauty with exquisite features and a voluptuous figure?
Liu Rusi wasn’t just alluring in appearance; she was tough inside, bold and clever, and also a love brain.
In the original story, she had deep, obsessive feelings for Feng Qingbo. Even knowing he didn’t love her, she willingly devoted herself, showing unusual tenderness and humility in love.
If that love brain was aimed at you, wouldn’t you be moved by such a beauty?
