The concubine is soft and delicate, making her the treacherous minister's white moonlight

Chapter 141 You Don’t Ask Me How I Got Injured

Soon, Yuzhi brought hot water into the room. Lin Mowan squatted down and skillfully helped him treat the wound on his side.

He looked at her with an inexplicably complicated expression. The wound on his side was not shallow. Even though he tried his best to endure it, the pain made beads of sweat ooze out of his forehead, but he didn't say a word.

After treating the wound, Yuzhi took away the basin of blood. For a moment, only two people were left in the room, sitting by the bed. Lin Mowan packed her things slowly with her head down, obviously not about to speak first.

Shen Weiyuan sat on the bed, his eyes fixed on her. To be precise, his eyes had never left Lin Mowan since she came in.

Seeing that she didn't speak, he just watched silently with a hint of anger and grievance in his eyes: "You don't ask me how I got hurt?"

Lin Mowan paused her movements, her emotions surging inside, but she forced herself to remain calm. She lowered her head and opened her mouth, but no words came out of her mouth.

In fact, as someone that Shen Weiyuan cannot talk about openly, Lin Mowan has always been very self-aware and never asks about things that she cannot know.

What she wanted was very simple. She could be Shen Weiyuan's canary, and Shen Weiyuan only needed to give her what she wanted. In this business where Shen Weiyuan lost money, Lin Mowan would never do anything that overstepped the rules.

But for some reason, Shen Weiyuan didn't seem to think so. He always said some strange things intentionally or unintentionally, as if leading her to do something inappropriate.

For example, today.

It was already very obvious. He must have done something that might implicate the Nine Clans and was injured. A smart person would not dig into the matter, but he didn't seem to care at all and just let Lin Mowan ask.

Lin Mowan pursed her lips. She admitted that she was a little worried about him, but she didn't want to know what he was doing at all.

After a little hesitation, she said, "It's late tonight, Second Master, you should stay here for a while and rest for a night. It will be good for your injuries. You can leave early tomorrow morning."

Shen Weiyuan didn't answer, and Lin Mowan didn't dare to look up at him. She just silently packed up the things in her hands and put the medicine box back to its place.

When she returned to the inner room, she did not go in, but just stood at the junction of the living room and the inner room, as if there was a road between them. She lowered her eyes and seemed a little uneasy. She said, "I'm going to sleep outside. If you have anything, please call me at any time."

She was about to leave, but as soon as she turned around, Shen Weiyuan's voice rang out from behind her: "Let's sleep together."

It was just three words, but they carried an authority that could not be refused. Lin Mowan paused and looked back at him suspiciously.

Perhaps because of the injury, his face looked a little pale, making him look a little thinner for unknown reason, but this did not seem to affect the aura of an irresistible command around him.

Lin Mowan hesitated for a moment, but before she could walk over, Xiao Sanhua had already jumped onto the bed, rubbed against his hand affectionately, and curled herself up into a ball after finding her own position.

She felt a little helpless and wanted to say something, but under the other party's sharp eyes, she hesitated for several times and had no choice but to compromise.

She carefully helped Shen Weiyuan wash and dress, and he lay down on the bed, his eyes still fixed on her. This had happened before.

He usually looks aloof and noble, someone who can be admired from afar but not touched, but in private he is actually a complete pervert. She used to feel shy and uncomfortable at the beginning, but gradually, she didn't seem to care so much.

Anyway, she had already been eaten up, so it wouldn't matter if she looked at him a few more times, but today, he seemed a little bit off, not only in his attitude, but also in the way he looked at her. Lin Mowan always felt that he wanted to say something to her, but he didn't seem to want to say it out loud, wanting Lin Mowan to guess it herself, or in other words, wanting Lin Mowan to understand it herself.

This made Lin Mowan very distressed. She couldn't see through people's thoughts, so how could she know?

Helplessly, she could only reluctantly get on the bed and sleep beside him. Neither of them spoke. Lin Mowan turned her back and Shen Weiyuan did not move either.

The two of them were clearly sleeping in the same bed, but they seemed not to know each other. No one spoke first, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly seemed colder than the wind outside.

The lights in the room were quickly turned off. Soon, the sound of the little Sanhua purring comfortably was heard from the side. Lin Mowan raised her hand and gently stroked its soft and smooth fur.

I thought that tonight would pass peacefully, but after waiting for a while, I heard a rustling sound behind me, and the next moment, a big embrace came up.

She instinctively tried to push him away, but he groaned in grievance, and then said in a very suppressed, hoarse voice as if he was trying to endure the pain: "Don't move, the wound hurts."

Lin Mowan's hand, which was about to push him away, stopped instantly. She could only let him hold her in his arms. He buried his head in the thick and fluffy hair behind her neck and sucked deeply.

She felt a little itchy, but she didn't dare to push him away. She could only twist her body slightly in discomfort to express her protest. She felt that Shen Weiyuan today seemed different from the previous Shen Weiyuan...

When she woke up, the wind outside had stopped and Shen Weiyuan was no longer around. If it weren't for the bloody gauze left by the bed, Lin Mowan would have thought that last night was just an incredible dream.

Thinking of Shen Weiyuan last night, she inexplicably felt that something was wrong. In the past, no matter what time, he always looked like he had everything under control, but last night, she heard a hint of dejection in his few words.

Even if she really abides by her duty, it is really difficult not to care about what happened to him at this time...

The sky brightened and the Beidinghou Mansion was reached.

When Shen Weiyuan returned to the Marquis' Mansion, it was almost noon. Upon hearing that Shen Weiyuan had returned, Shen Junchi asked the servants to push the wheelchair to greet him.

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Shen Junchi couldn't help but feel a little worried, but he still endured it all the way and didn't ask until he entered the study and dismissed the people around him. Then he asked, "Is your injury serious?"

Shen Weiyuan slowly sat down at the table, trying not to disturb the wound on his side. He closed his eyes and shook his head: "It's okay, it's not serious, it's been treated."

Shen Junchi breathed a sigh of relief, but his expression remained solemn. He hesitated for a long while before saying, "Is everything settled?"

Shen Weiyuan nodded, and Shen Junchi continued: "I always trust you to do things."

Shen Weiyuan didn't say anything, but just lowered his eyes, as if avoiding something. Shen Junchi didn't ask, but said to himself: "The informant has a lot of important information for us. Since he has already been confirmed to have betrayed us, we naturally have no reason to keep him."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Shen Weiyuan again. Shen Weiyuan did not deny what he said, but there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes. He paused for a moment, then changed his tone and said, "Du Yi's skills are indeed not bad, but they are far inferior to yours."

"Even if that kind of place is heavily guarded, you have been in and out so many times, so you should have a way to avoid getting hurt. You hid it from me and went somewhere else, right?"