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Chapter 50 You Can Take Advantage of My Power

Wen Ruoci wanted to pull her hand back, but was held by Quan Shijin. It looked like he didn't use any strength at all, but only those who were held by him knew how much strength he had used. She couldn't break free at all, so she could only give up and explain weakly.
"I just accidentally broke a mirror and got cut."

Quan Shijin looked at the expression on her face, as if observing her, "Really? I heard that you even compensated them. The quality of the mirrors in the restaurant's bathroom is so worrying. I think they should compensate you, not you."

Wen Ruoci paused for a few seconds and said, "It's not much money. If I lose, I lose. I don't care."

The man lowered his eyes and looked at her. "Money is a small problem. Aren't you a star? You still need to shoot movies. What if you get a scar on your hand? What will you do about the loss?"

"loss?"

There were traces of red in her eyes, as if she was aggrieved or angry, but if you look closely, it is not a hot emotion at all, but just ice-cold.

"I can handle it myself. Anyway, I have been through this alone for so many years."

Her tone was very light, even calm, but it stirred up huge waves in Quan Shijin's heart.

He has a strong intuition.

Something must have happened in the restaurant just now.

He pulled her over and held her shoulders. "You were alone before, but not anymore. I will stand behind you. You can rely on my power and no one will embarrass you."

Then he said, "How about I walk you into the restaurant and have a chat?"

"No, I don't want to go into the restaurant."

She started to get excited, and inexplicably even her whole body started to tense up.

Quan Shijin didn't know what was going on, so he could only comfort her, "Okay, we won't go into the restaurant."

He looked at her with a complicated expression.

Wen Ruoci gritted her teeth, her chest rising and falling slightly, as if she was trying hard to endure something.

Quan Shijin kept staring at her face, frowning more and more. Even though he had many questions, he still spoke after a while.
"Your hand injury cannot be delayed. I will take you to the hospital first, otherwise it will easily leave a scar."

She tugged at his sleeve tightly, "Can we not go to the hospital?"

She actually doesn't like the smell of disinfectant.

Quan Shijin obeyed her in everything.

"Okay, then we won't go to the hospital."

But her wound could not be delayed, so he went to the nearest drugstore to buy alcohol swabs and ointment for healing the wound, then returned to the car and began to disinfect and apply ointment to her.

But they forgot one thing.

A place like a pharmacy cannot be located too remote. When Quan Shijin bought the ointment and returned to the car to apply it to Wen Ruoci, he was accidentally photographed.

The man carefully and slowly examined the wound on her hand, making sure there was no glass residue before he wiped the wound with a cotton swab dipped in alcohol.

When the alcohol stimulated the wound, she should have cried out in pain, but she showed no expression.

Sometimes she really thought that maybe she was a patient, or even a very sick one.

The alcohol was rubbed on the wound, and the painful stimulation clearly told her that she was still alive.

Her life seemed to be covered with a thick layer of dust, and she had become so numb that she needed pain to tell her that she was still alive.

After Quan Shijin applied the medicine on her, he noticed that she was looking at him and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

Wen Ruoci's face was full of apology, "I clearly agreed to go out to dinner with you today, but I didn't expect such an accident to happen."

Quan Shijin felt that he couldn't get angry with her, so he said calmly, "Since you don't like this restaurant, then eat somewhere else."

Quan Shijin booked a hotel and ordered some light food. When they arrived at the hotel, the hotel service delivered it according to the time they agreed.

She looked at him in confusion, "Didn't you say you wanted to have dinner?"

Why did you bring her to the hotel?
The man explained to her, "I'm not your sleeping pill. After you take it, you can just rest here."

After saying this, he added another sentence.

"Don't worry, I won't sleep here tonight."

She wasn't really worried.

When they were in the hospital, the two of them had already slept in the same bed.

Her injured right hand made it inconvenient for her to eat.

When she was high, she only cared about her own momentary pleasure and completely forgot that there was no one to serve her and she needed to use her hands.

It was not very convenient for her to use chopsticks. She picked up the food but dropped it again. In the end, it was Quan Shijin who fed her.

Wen Ruoci felt a little sorry, "You haven't eaten yet, why don't you eat first and then feed me?"

The man refused calmly, "No, I'm not hungry, you can just eat first."

It was clearly he who suggested going out to eat with her, so how could he not be hungry?

But looking at his tense jawline, he was probably feeling a little unhappy. His mood was disturbed by her, so she didn't raise the issue again.

He uttered "Oh" quietly.

She obediently took each small bite as the man fed her a mouthful. She felt like a puppet and unknowingly ate more than usual.

It was not until she really couldn't eat anymore that she realized what was going on.

"I'm full and don't want to eat anymore."

Quan Shijin glanced at the food on the table and didn't force him any further.

She was also embarrassed to let Quan Shijin eat cold leftovers.

Quan Shijin didn't move, and she also sat there quietly without saying a word.

It was Quan Shijin who took the initiative to bring up a topic, "Now that you've calmed down, can you tell me what happened in the restaurant?"

She lowered her eyes, not seeming to want to bring it up, "Can you not tell me?"

Quan Shijin didn't force it, "If you don't want to mention it, forget it. I'll run you some bath water. You can rest early after you're done."

After saying that, Quan Shijin really went to the bathroom to run her a bath.

She stared at the blurry figure in the frosted mirror in a daze.

I couldn't help feeling complicated.

If the Song Dynasty were here, they would definitely make a fuss.

It was a very incredible thing that the high and mighty young master of the Quan family would actually run the bath water for her.

She lowered her eyes to the Buddhist beads wrapped around her wrist.

The Buddhist beads were spotless and dust-free, and there seemed to be a faint scent of sandalwood on them. Perhaps Quan Shijin had worn them for a long time, and the beads were tainted with his scent, or perhaps the scents of the two had long since blended together, forming a scent that belonged to Quan Shijin alone.

Staring at the Buddhist beads, she hesitated.

She had been filthy for half her life and had already rotted away. How could she drag a clean man into the abyss and have him accompany her to the underworld?
Now their feelings are not actually that deep. If she lets go, she might be reluctant to do so. But just like rotten meat, before it is completely rotten, cutting it off will only cause temporary pain. But once it spreads to the whole body, cutting it off will only make herself suffer unbearable pain.