Vase cannon fodder is pampered by the group again

Chapter 72.1

Editor: Princess

The curtains were drawn open, and morning light entered through the window freely, spreading across most of the disheveled room.

Tiny specks of dust floated in the gentle, brilliant rays while the entire room remained peaceful and quiet.

Shen Bie sat bare-chested on the edge of the bed.

Light and shadow divided across his firm, taut abdomen clearly, rising and falling faintly with the man’s breathing.

The bruises and several cuts on his skin became blurred in the brilliant light, while Shen Bie’s deep eyes remained hidden in the darkness.

“You should call Xiao Ci. He’s probably quite worried.”

A clear, gentle voice sounded as a tall, lean man in a white shirt entered the room. He held scissors in his hands, moving continuously as he skillfully and quickly trimmed gauze.

His handsome face appeared cold and indifferent, and his eyes showed no emotion when they looked toward Shen Bie.

“Mm.”

Shen Bie responded casually, then walked barefoot to find his phone and stood by the window to call his little brother.

The morning light met him head-on, casting an extremely thin layer of brilliant light on his handsome features. Mo Sheng lost focus for a moment and nearly cut his own skin by accident.

He collected himself, patted Shen Bie’s broad shoulder, and became businesslike.

Shen Bie glanced down at him, then sat back on the bed edge with tacit understanding, calmly raising his arm.

Mo Sheng knelt on the ground, cleaning, medicating, and bandaging the gash on Shen Bie’s lean waist.

It was a knife wound, but not deep.

The phone connected quickly, and Shen Bie’s expression softened considerably as he spoke quietly with his little brother.

“Did Uncle Lu take you home? Does your face still hurt?”

“It’s nothing serious. Dr. Mo has come and is helping me treat the wound.”

“I didn’t have time to kill him. He ran away.”

“Did it scare you?” Shen Bie suddenly chuckled softly, the curve of his mouth showing complete indulgence. “Your big brother is fine. Be good and sleep.”

After hanging up, Shen Bie’s brow gradually furrowed from pain, and he casually ran his fingers through Mo Sheng’s hair.

“Brother Sheng, can’t you be gentler when applying medicine? It already hurts enough— Hiss!”

“If it hurts, then don’t fight next time.” Mo Sheng pressed hard on the wound coldly and threw away the blood-stained cotton swab.

Shen Bie laughed helplessly. Mo Sheng always got coldly angry whenever he treated his wounds, and he had long grown accustomed to it.

Although he was the Shen family’s family doctor, Mo Sheng rarely worked for the Shen family, and nine times out of ten it was because Shen Bie had gotten injured fighting.

Through repeated encounters, the Shen family’s most violent member had actually become familiar with the cold private doctor.

Bored, Shen Bie’s gaze subconsciously drifted to Mo Sheng, who was concentrating on medicating the knife wound.

Dr. Mo had very black hair, which made his extremely cold skin appear even paler. Only his fingertips and joints showed a bit of vivid pink, which matched his cold, distant personality perfectly.

“Several stools were smashed last night. Who were you fighting with?” Mo Sheng asked casually.

Thinking of Wen Ran made Shen Bie angry. “Don’t mention that idiot. So frustrating…”

“He coveted Xiao Ci in university, so I used a trick to block him back then. Now he’s come back again, like a persistent ghost!”

“Last night he actually stabbed me with a knife? I really regret not beating him to death! Brother Sheng, right here, it hurts like hell.”

Shen Bie seemed to have more to say, waiting for Mo Sheng to ask more questions so he could continue complaining while playing pitiful.

However, Mo Sheng stopped talking. He didn’t want to know more.

On the firm, smooth muscles, faint old scars could be seen. Mo Sheng’s slightly cool fingers unconsciously brushed over them, and his gaze lingered as well, unwilling to leave.

At least every inch of scar on this body had only been touched by him, and he remembered them all.

An indescribable stinging, numb sourness rose in his heart, but was completely suppressed in the depths of his eyes. Mo Sheng calmly stood up.

“Don’t drink or smoke before stopping the medication. Avoid spicy and cold foods. Do you remember?”

Shen Bie put away his fierce energy obediently and looked up at him ith a lazy smile. “I know.”

Mo Sheng froze, avoided his gaze, turned around, and picked up the small medicine box to prepare to leave.

“Is Brother Sheng going home? I’ll drive you.” Shen Bie also stood up. “Can I borrow your suit jacket? Mine got torn.”

Mo Sheng casually threw it to him without looking back. “I drove here myself.”

Just as he was about to push the door, his thin wrist was tightly grabbed. Mo Sheng looked back with slightly stunned eyes.

The usually decisive and hot-tempered young master showed rare fatigue on his face, subtly hidden at the corners of his brows and eyes.

Shen Bie smiled apologetically. “Then could you please drive me down? I haven’t slept all night and don’t want to drive.”

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Shen Ci threw the phone away and rolled sideways, accurately tumbling into Lu Xiao’s embrace.

“It sounds like no one was killed… What exactly happened to Wen Ran? Uncle, could you help me check?” He hugged Lu Xiao’s waist and looked up like a little puppy, blinking his eyes.

“Mm, close your eyes and sleep first.” Lu Xiao’s low, husky voice sounded somewhat dismissive.

Morning intimacy was always the most difficult to endure, especially when his little boyfriend was unconsciously teasing him and being quite brazen about it.

Lu Xiao suppressed the urge to devour his little puppy and reached out to close Shen Ci’s eyes forcefully.

He somewhat roughly pressed Shen Ci into his arms and gently patted his shoulders and back, coaxing his little one to sleep.

Shen Ci, who was inexplicably forced to sleep: ???

Whatever, if he had to sleep, then sleep. He was best at sleeping anyway.

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He slept until noon. When Shen Ci rubbed his eyes and sat up, the space beside him was already empty.

A hastily written note had been left on the nightstand, brief and to the point: Someone will deliver lunch.

It was obviously Lu Xiao’s handwriting. He must have gone to work.

Since the important matter of eating was taken care of, Shen Ci lay back down comfortably and lazily played with his phone in bed.

He swung his legs and opened Weibo, only to see a familiar face in one of the posts on his homepage.

The photos were several secretly taken pictures, along with some images of a beautiful woman holding a young girl’s arm.

Shen Ci immediately recognized that the girl was the one who had pestered Lu Xiao last night.

“Yang family wife’s affair with young lover, originally a mistress who rose to power… Daughter accidentally pregnant with certain young master’s child, miscarried and fell into coma after car accident… Yang Group’s stock price plummeted due to negative news.”

Shen Ci read word by word, his pupils gradually dilating.

So that girl wasn’t lying. She really was pregnant and wanted Lu Xiao to be the scapegoat?

But how did she get into a car accident… Although she was manipulative, ending up so miserably was quite pitiful.

Shen Ci sighed and, like all gossip enthusiasts, casually scrolled away, turning his attention to other news.

Soon someone knocked on the door.

Brother Zhang came in carrying a lunch box with the logo of his favorite Korean restaurant.

“Brother Zhang, why are you the one delivering?” Shen Ci took it hurriedly.

Brother Zhang put his arm around his shoulder and headed to the dining room. “What’s wrong, don’t want me to?”

Shen Ci put on a flattering smile. “Of course not. Brother Zhang is wise and mighty, and speaks so nicely. I love spending time with you.”

“This flattery has a real Northeast flavor to it.” Brother Zhang, who was plating food, laughed.

Speaking of Northeast dialect, Shen Ci immediately thought of Zhen Da, who had handed him the drugged juice yesterday.

As a result, due to a twist of fate, his big brother drank it instead and beat up Zhen Da’s boss.

What goes around comes around.

“When can that Zhen Da leave?”

He pouted, complaining. The thought of working with him made him feel anxious.

Brother Zhang: “He already left, on this morning’s flight.”

Shen Ci looked confused. “Hah?”

How did happiness come so suddenly…