My CEO Husband Has Some Issues - Chapter 225
Chapter 225: Chapter 225: The Person Who Left Has Returned
Translator: 549690339
Zhong Yuye lowered his eyelashes and said he was leaving, indifferent, and repeated, “No need.”
“OK.” Rong Yan didn’t have the slightest intention of ‘seeing something through to the end’, and once she was sure he didn’t need her help, she spread her hands and said directly, “Since you don’t need my help, I have other things to attend to, so I’ll be leaving now. You should stay here for the time being and leave after everyone else has gone.”
“You may go.”
This attitude… tsk tsk…
Rong Yan picked up her bag, handed him the key to the door, and walked out, pulling the door open as she left.
The room suddenly became quiet.
Zhong Yuye let out a muffled groan, pressed his chest, and coughed up a mouthful of congealed blood. His pale face slowly stripped off his black T-shirt. His shoulder was a bloody mess, clearly a gunshot wound. Blood continued to flow from the wound incessantly…
In such a situation, an ordinary person would either faint from the pain or at the very least cry out in pain. Yet he hadn’t uttered a word for such a long period and managed to conceal the fact that he was shot.
Zhong Yuye drew a diamond-shaped knife from between his knees, with a uniquely designed silver blade. Clenching his teeth, he turned his head and directly sliced into his wounded shoulder. Soon, amidst profuse sweating, he managed to extract the bullet from his shoulder, and the bullet casing clinked as it hit the floor.
He dropped the knife and gasped for air heavily.
His eyelashes were beaded with sweat, as though he could faint at any moment.
Just then…
There was a sudden knock at the door.
The person, too alert to deal with the bleeding wound, narrowed his eyes and casually collected the things from the ground, withdrawing the gun at his waist.
“It’s me, open the door.”
The crisp voice was definitely not that of the group he had suspected.
Zhong Yuye’s tightly wound nerves suddenly relaxed, and a look of confusion appeared on his handsome face. He walked slowly to the door and opened it.
The woman who had said she was leaving had returned, now holding a bag of medicine from the pharmacy.
If not Rong Yan, then who?
“You…” Rong Yan was caught off guard by the sight of the half-naked man and his mutilated shoulder, but showed no surprise; she just briefly looked startled before her expression returned to normal, “What are you dazed for, close the door.”
Zhong Yuye’s eyes were dark as he closed the door.
“Why did you come back?”
Rong Yan put down the plastic bag, took out antiseptic, hemostatic medicine, and bandages, and said without lifting her head, “I hadn’t intended to come back, but when I passed by the pharmacy, I thought it over and felt that leaving you alone here was a bit inappropriate. So, I bought some stuff for you.”
As she unscrewed the cap of the medical disinfectant alcohol, her clear eyes turned to the man, not knowing why he was so severely wounded, and said, “I don’t want to know why you’re hurt, nor do I care about your private affairs. Right now, there’s just one question; you surely can’t bandage yourself, can you? Do you need my help with it, or do you insist on doing it yourself?”
Rong Yan spoke straightforwardly, “If you insist on doing it yourself, then I’ll leave the things here and won’t come back. Think it over.”
Zhong Yuye felt a tearing sensation in his shoulder wound and deeply regarded the person in front of him, who had surprised him more than once. Finally, his rose-like thin lips parted slightly, “Consider this a debt of gratitude I owe you!”
Pfft… That wasn’t her intention. Rong Yan blinked her eyes, and her mood, which had not been very good after five consecutive phone calls, improved a bit.
If Zhong Yuye owed her a favor, it seemed not too bad, at least with this capricious composer around, releasing new songs might be a bit easier for her..
