Chapter 53: Injured
Still one step too late.
“Sizzle——”
The tip pierced the linen cloth, slashing open a gash, completely ruining the entire painting.
Meng Shuyou’s palm was cut by the blade, blood beading out.
Ivy saw her injured and immediately let go of the scissors, looking panicked. “You grabbed it yourself; it has nothing to do with me.”
She feared getting into trouble and hurriedly left.
Meng Shuyou looked at the ruined painting before her, her eyes dimming.
The pain in her palm intensified.
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Seven o’clock in the evening.
Pei Yuzhou returned from the company.
The house was still quiet.
“Where is Elara?” he asked.
The servant took the suit jacket from his hands and replied, “Miss Elara has been in her room since she got back. We called her for dinner, but she said she didn’t want to eat.”
Pei Yuzhou strode upstairs with his long legs.
He went straight to her doorway and raised his hand to knock.
There was no sound from inside.
He twisted the door handle and pushed the door open to enter.
The room lights were off, with corridor light spilling into one corner.
In the middle of the bed, a lump bulged under the quilt.
Pei Yuzhou walked to the bedside and sat down, pulling her quilt down to reveal her head.
Meng Shuyou was half-asleep and half-awake, disturbed by someone, and mumbled indistinctly, “What…”
Pei Yuzhou reached out to touch her forehead; her temperature was normal. “Get up, eat, then sleep.”
“Don’t want to eat.” She reached out to pull the quilt over herself.
The man’s sharp gaze caught her right hand wrapped in gauze, and he grasped her wrist. “What happened to your hand?”
He simply turned on the light.
The light was blinding; Meng Shuyou blocked it with her hand, her sleepiness gone, and could only sit up on the bed.
Pei Yuzhou stared at her hand. “How did it happen?”
Meng Shuyou lowered her eyelashes. “Scissors cut it and it bled; it’s not serious.”
Pei Yuzhou lifted her chin and gazed into her eyes. “Did you do it to yourself, or did someone else? What’s with the mood?”
His ability to read people was too strong; in front of him, Meng Shuyou was as transparent as glass.
Sometimes emotions could be digested on one’s own, but once seen through by others, one couldn’t help feeling aggrieved.
Meng Shuyou’s nose stung, her voice very low. “Mister Pei, am I the one ruining your marriage alliance?”
Pei Yuzhou’s fingertip hooked the hair by her cheek and tucked it behind her ear. “Who filled your head with nonsense?”
Meng Shuyou confessed, “Miss Jenny’s friend said I’m the third party, ruining your marriage alliance.”
“She came to my place making a fuss, and the painting I worked on for several sleepless nights was ruined by her with scissors.”
She could let other things go, but ruining her painting was unacceptable.
Pei Yuzhou’s thumb rubbed her reddened eye corner. “If you want to cry, then cry.”
Meng Shuyou suppressed her sob. “Crying won’t solve the problem.”
“It won’t solve the problem, but it can resolve the emotion. Isn’t holding it in uncomfortable?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the string in Meng Shuyou’s heart suddenly snapped, the pent-up emotions tearing open a crack and flooding out.
Tears just spilled from her eyes.
After so many years in the Meng Family, she had long grown used to hiding her grievances; no one cared about her emotions, and her sadness only gave Meng Yan something to laugh at.
Now someone was telling her that crying wouldn’t solve the problem, but it could resolve the emotion.
Pei Yuzhou held the back of her head and pressed it to his chest.
Her tears wouldn’t stop; in moments, a dark water stain bloomed on his expensive shirt.
Once her sobbing gradually subsided, Pei Yuzhou spoke. “Cried enough?”
Meng Shuyou emerged from his embrace and sniffed. “Sorry, I got your clothes dirty.”
“If you’ve cried enough, come down for dinner.”
She obediently agreed: “Okay.”
Crying it out made her feel much better.
“Crying is your right, but I hope you only cry in front of me.” Pei Yuzhou wiped the tears from her face, his gaze locking onto her eyes. “Best if it’s crying on my bed.”
In an instant, Meng Shuyou’s cheeks flushed ripe.
She didn’t want to cry at all anymore.
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PS: No update tonight, everyone don’t wait. I’ve been staying up too late these past few days; need to adjust. Update tomorrow morning. Thanks to all the darlings for the monthly votes, recommendation votes, and tips. Thank you for your support.
