Seeking Pity
Zong Zhengyu had just finished treating Mu Anan’s knee injuries, so he was not surprised at her reaction.
“Do you realize your mistake now?”
“Yes.” Mu Anan responded in a muffled voice.
Zong Zhengyu pulled her away and pinched her chin. “There won’t be a next time.”
Mu Anan stared at him blankly and did not respond.
“Did you hear me?”
“I heard you.”
There was a moment of silence before Mu Anan called out, “Seventh Master.”
“Hmm?”
“I will be strong!”
She would no longer be impulsive, cry weakly, or complain.
She would be strong and take things slow.
She would settle her score with the Jiangs slowly!
Zong Zhengyu looked up and saw the determination in Mu Anan’s eyes. He reached out and stroked her arm. “Let bygones be bygones, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
She would live well and stay by Zong Zhengyu’s side for a long time.
Zong Zhengyu suddenly stood up, his 1.89-meter frame casting a long shadow over Mu Anan instantly.
Mu Anan was confused. Just as she was about to ask, Zong Zhengyu had already turned around and walked to the other end of the room.
Mu Anan was puzzled by his behavior.
She looked down. Her knees had been treated but the injuries to her right hand hadn’t.
She didn’t feel much pain now.
She had developed a high tolerance for pain since she picked up boxing.
These injuries were nothing to her.
But she was very confused that Zong Zhengyu suddenly walked away after treating half her wounds.
She carefully recalled the conversation just now. She hadn’t said anything to upset him.
Just as Mu Anan was feeling puzzled, she felt a weight on her head. Then, she was looking at a game interface.
“Seventh Master, what is this?”
“VR.”
Mu Anan knew that it was a VR game. She just didn’t know why Zong Zhengyu had put the headset on her out of the blue.
Even more puzzled, Mu Anan was about to ask when Zong Zhengyu’s voice rang in her ears again. “Finish the game and the injuries to your hand will be treated.”
Hearing this, Mu Anan instantly understood.
It turned out that Seventh Master was worried about treating the injuries to her hand, how it might be painful for her.
Mu Anan had punched through the top of a trash can in a fit of rage. There were splinters in her hand, which she hadn’t dealt with.
She actually wanted to tell Zong Zhengyu that she could endure pain.
It didn’t hurt at all.
The moment Zong Zhengyu appeared on the big LED screen and called her home, everything stopped hurting.
It could heal any injury.
Tears welled up in Mu Anan’s eyes and made it uncomfortable for her to look at the game interface.
Mu Anan ignored the discomfort caused by her tears.
She stared at the game interface and played mindlessly.
Zong Zhengyu held Mu Anan’s hand and checked the extent of her injuries, his brows tightly knitted.
When images of Mu Anan punching everything in her way surfaced in Zong Zhengyu’s mind, his face darkened even more.
This kid.
She never knew how to cherish herself.
Zong Zhengyu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Anan with her head held high and a smile on her lips. His anger subsided.
Forget it.
This kid had always been like this.
He had already spoiled her for so many years. It was pointless to lecture her now.
He couldn’t bear to lecture her anyway.
Zong Zhengyu lowered his eyes and started to treat Mu Anan’s injured hand.
The wound on the back of her hand wasn’t too serious. There were just too many splinters that had pierced through her skin. The clotted blood on the wound made cleaning and disinfection very troublesome.
Mu Anan’s hands trembled almost out of instinct when he used tweezers to pull out the splinters.
Zong Zhengyu frowned and blew on her hand.
“Seventh Master, I’m not afraid of pain.” It was rare for Mu Anan to be so strong in front of Zong Zhengyu.
In the past, she had made a big fuss when it was just a small wound, so that Zong Zhengyu would feel heartache and coax her.
But now, she was acting like nothing had happened.
Zong Zhengyu glanced at her quietly and continued to clean her wounds carefully.
Twenty minutes later, Mu Anan’s game was over, but Zong Zhengyu’s cleaning of her wound was not completed.
Mu Anan took off the VR headset and looked at Zong Zhengyu with her almond eyes as he picked splinters out of her hand bit by bit.
She tilted her head and quietly watched Zong Zhengyu’s intent focus on her.
How could she feel any pain?
“Seventh Master.” Mu Anan called out softly.
“Hmm?”
Mu Anan fell silent.
After a while, Mu Anan called out again, “Seventh Master.”
“Hmm?”
Mu Anan fell silent again.
She supported her head with her other hand and watched Zong Zhengyu’s protective expression.
After a while, she called out again, “Seventh Master.”
This time, Zong Zhengyu didn’t make a sound. Instead, he raised his head and gave Mu Anan a look.
Faced with Seventh Master’s ferocious gaze, Mu Anan immediately cowered and sat up straight.
When Zong Zhengyu saw that she was starting to behave, he lowered his head again to pick out the remaining splinters.
Who would have thought that Mu Anan could only behave for a few seconds before she called out coquettishly, “Seventh Master.”
Zong Zhengyu simply ignored Mu Anan this time.
Mu Anan was fearless. “Seventh Master, Seventh Master.”
“…”
“Seventh Master…”
“…”
“Seventh Master.”
“…”
Under Mu Anan’s wheedling tone, Zong Zhengyu finally finished picking out the last splinter from her hand.
After that, he disinfected her hand, applied medicine, and wrapped it with bandage.
After wrapping the bandage around her hand once, Zong Zhengyu worried that Mu Anan would easily aggravate her wound when she misbehaved, so he wrapped the bandage around her hand a second time.
After the second round, he felt that it was not enough, so he went around again.
Just like that, Mu Anan watched as Zong Zhengyu wrapped the bandage round and round her hand until the entire roll was used.
Mu Anan wanted to speak several times, but when she saw Zong Zhengyu’s frown, she instantly cowered.
She was afraid.
She was afraid that the moment she opened her mouth, Seventh Master would explode.
Until Mu Anan didn’t know whether she should laugh or cry when Seventh Master used the entire roll of bandage to wrap her hand until it looked like a giant dumpling…
“Seventh Master.” Mu Anan looked up quietly at Zong Zhengyu.
She wanted to say that the way he had bandaged her hand would make it rot.
However, when she saw Zong Zhengyu’s cold face, she swallowed these words and smiled mischievously. “Seventh Master, can I sleep in your room tonight?”
When Mu Anan asked this question expectantly, Zong Zhengyu picked her up expressionlessly and threw her out of the room.
He then shut the door to his room mercilessly.
Mu Anan was speechless.
Seventh Master, can we be gentler and less rough?
“Seventh Master, I’m afraid of being alone.”
“Seventh Master, I can’t sleep at night.”
“Seventh Master, I’m lonely. I’m sad.”
Mu Anan looked at the door and started to act pitiful.
Her tone, along with her words, got more and more miserable.
However, Seventh Master knew that Mu Anan was seeking pity, so no matter how much Mu Anan tried to sound miserable, he ignored her.
Mu Anan was tired after a few rounds of acting miserable.
After working for the whole day, having an emotional breakdown, and now seeking pity from Zong Zhengyu, fatigue had caught up with her.
“Seventh Master, I’m going back to my room to sleep.”
Mu Anan said softly and went back to her room.
After returning to her room, she washed up quickly avoiding her wounds, and went to bed. She fell asleep very quickly.
Outside, the full moon hung high in the sky, and the night was quiet.
While Mu Anan was sleeping soundly, another scene was playing out somewhere else…
At the Jiang residence in Jiang Qin’s room…
Jiang Qin was sitting on the sofa in a sexy spaghetti strap dress. She had her phone in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other.
Such a bold and flirtatious image was completely different from the dignified and arrogant goddess image she projected in school.
But Jiang Qin’s expression was unsightly.
She was reading a piece of news…
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