The car stopped in front of a pharmacy. Lu Yiheng went to buy iodine and a band-aid, and carefully treated the wound on her finger.
"How could it be worn like this?"
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Lu Yiheng would have been unbelievable. Not only did she grind her nails, but also her flesh and blood. This was simply self-mutilation.
Even though she was just applying povidone iodine, Song Tang was still shaking from the pain. Lu Yiheng held her hand and was also shaking.
"Is this... the disease you had when you were a child?" he asked her cautiously.
Song Tang frowned slightly, not knowing how to answer.
After the car accident, she was rescued by local villagers. She had nothing on her to prove her identity and she didn't speak. The local hospital had no choice but to send her to a welfare home for temporary stay.
In the orphanage, she was the youngest child at that time. Because she didn't speak, everyone called her little mute.
The little mute is very quiet and never laughs no matter how much I tease her. The little mute often behaves strangely, crying for no reason and hurting herself while crying.
The orphanage called a doctor, who said she suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder.
At that time, all my friends were still young, and only the eldest, Lu Yiheng, had a slight impression.
The little mute lived in the orphanage for two years before her relatives came to find her.
When we meet again, they have grown up.
In her freshman year, Song Tang joined a volunteer alliance called "Baby Come Home", nicknamed Little Mute, and then went round and round to find her old friends.
When he saw her at that time, the little mute could talk, laugh, and be optimistic and cheerful, so he always thought that her illness had been cured.
Song Tang looked down at his bloody fingers and said painfully but helplessly: "Maybe it's a recurrence..."
The word "relapse" made Lu Yiheng feel heartbroken. He had seen her scratch herself with a fruit knife when she was a child. The blood stained the mattress and quilt red, which was very scary.
He raised his hand, touched her head like he did when he was a child, and then gently pulled her into his arms, "Don't be afraid, Brother Heng is here."
A warm current surged into Song Tang's heart, and Lu Yiheng was like a life-saving straw in the deep sea, suddenly appearing next to her in a desperate struggle.
"Keep it a secret for me, Brother Heng."
"Okay, take a rest first and don't think about anything."
Lu Yiheng's comfort had an effect, and Song Tang's tense nerves slowly relaxed. Coupled with the lack of sleep the night before, sleepiness began to rise at this moment, and she really fell asleep.
I don’t know how long it took, but the annoying cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.
Lu Yiheng hung up immediately without even looking.
"Tsk..." He sighed secretly, it was a call from Rong Chuqin.
Sure enough, the call came again, and he turned off the sound as soon as the screen came on.
But the phone call never stopped, and the three words "Rong Chuqin" persisted on the screen.
Lu Yiheng was weighing his thoughts. It would be inappropriate to answer this call or not.
When the call came for the third time, he took a deep breath and answered, "Hello?"
Rong Chuqin on the other end of the phone was obviously stunned for a moment, and after three to five seconds he heard a voice, "Who are you? Why is Song Tang's cell phone at your place? Where is Song Tang?"
"Mr. Rong, I am Lu Yiheng."
"..."
"Song Tang fell asleep."
If his parents and sister hadn't been at home, Rong Chuqin's temper would have exploded on the spot. He suppressed his anger and asked, "Where are you?"
Ten minutes later, a dazzling Maybach parked in reverse on the street in a busy city, clashing with an ordinary black car.
Rong Chuqin was wrapped tightly, and the black mask covered most of his face where the rash had not subsided, but his sharp eyes still revealed his dissatisfaction and anger at the moment.
As soon as he got off the car, he walked to the black car. No one was in the front seat, but everyone was in the back seat. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Tang leaning on Lu Yiheng's shoulder, sleeping with his eyes closed.
Lu Yiheng didn't want to have a meaningless argument, so he quickly raised Song Tang's finger to show him.
Rong Chuqin frowned, resisting the urge to torture loudly, and said: "Let her lie down, and you get out of the car."
He didn't want to hold her out, but it would definitely wake her up.
Lu Yiheng did as he was told, and gently put the person down on the back seat, and then got out of the car gently.
On the roadside, Rong Chuqin said straight to the point: "Please explain."
The principle of his love for Song Tang is to explain misunderstandings immediately, talk out any doubts immediately, never spend the night arguing, and never have a cold war.
Lu Yiheng said truthfully: "I was passing by here and happened to see her fainting on the side of the road with an injured hand, so I helped her to the car to rest."
"How did it hurt?"
"have no idea."
Rong Chuqin's questioning method was like a police interrogating a criminal, without giving any dignity at all, "Where did she faint?"
"The intersection behind."
"Why fainted?"
"She said hypoglycemia."
"Why not send him to the hospital?"
"She said no."
"She said no, so why not?"
Lu Yiheng was also annoyed. He didn't want to see Rong Chuqin in the first place, so he asked, "What do you think I should do, Mr. Rong?"
"..." Rong Chuqin's chest was filled with panic, and he threatened fiercely, "There are surveillance cameras at all intersections. I will verify what you said one by one. If I find out that you have behaved inappropriately towards my wife, I will not spare you."
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Lu Yiheng was speechless and choked, and could only sneer.
Rong Chuqin walked in, handed him the car keys, "Change the car and drive."
Lu Yiheng looked calm on the outside, but panicked on the inside. Looking at the heavyweight luxury car worth tens of millions, he saw that his entire car was not as big as a door.
"Where are your car keys? Hurry."
"you sure?"
"What nonsense are you talking about? My driver will contact you tomorrow to change the car."
"..." Having money means being willful.
Rong Chuqin drove very slowly, focusing on stability, always worried that he would wake her up.
He knew that she didn't sleep well in the hospital last night, and he also knew that she had been straining her nerves to find fault with Zheng Li. He also knew that she had many, many things hidden in her heart.
He won't force her to tell him, he will wait patiently for her to tell him on her own initiative, just like he can bear the humiliation for seven years and patiently and firmly seek a happy marriage.
When we got home, as soon as the car stopped, Rong Chuqin got out of the car and walked to the back seat. It seemed that she was really tired and was still sleeping deeply.
He bent down, got into the car, and slowly picked her up.
Just after he was taken out, Song Tang was half asleep and whispered feebly, "Brother Heng, don't tell him."
Rong Chuqin was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that all ten of her fingers were covered with band-aids and the injuries were so abnormal, his worry greatly outweighed his jealousy.
He sighed, hugged her, and walked towards the elevator hall.
Upstairs, Rong Congmu and Chu Xinyue were both in the living room, and only Rong Chuen fell asleep.
Chu Xinyue was shocked when she saw this, "What's wrong?"
When they got to a bright place with lights, Rong Chuqin also discovered that the injured part of Song Tang's finger was at the tip, and the band-aid couldn't stick to it at all. Under the bright light, the flesh and blood were blurred.