Yan Ruoling remained motionless and did not speak.
Feng Changling put the needle on the fire to roast it. After it cooled down, he dipped it in some wine, and then began to suture Yan Ruoling's wound.
Because I had not taken Ma Fei Powder, the pain caused by the needle penetrating the skin was beyond what ordinary people could bear.
Yan Ruoling was a girl after all. She had been raised like a child and had never suffered like this. She couldn't bear the pain. She looked at Han Qiancheng's arm, opened her mouth and bit it hard.
When she was in pain, she made him suffer more than she did. All her suffering and pain were given to her by this man. One day she would pay him back twice as much, making him miserable.
Only Han Qiancheng knew how hard Yan Ruoling bit him. His arm was dripping with blood, as if it was about to be broken.
But he didn't move, just letting her bite him.
Fortunately, Feng Changling sutured the wound very quickly. After he finished treating the wound, Yan Ruoling lost all strength from the pain and fell into Han Qiancheng's arms and passed out.
Han Qiancheng carried Yan Ruoling to the bed and covered her with a quilt. His eyes were full of pain. He still can't understand why things turned out like this?
Can they go back to the past?
Feng Changling glanced at Han Qiancheng and said, "I'll bandage your wound."
Han Qiancheng looked away and sat down at the table. He allowed Feng Changling to apply the medicine to him, but his eyes fell on Yan Ruoling.
Feng Changling saw that there were injuries on his palms, so he asked, "How did you do this?"
Han Qiancheng came to his senses. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said coldly: "Thanks to Xiao Chengyi, he rescued Xiao Yunchu and Yan Jingxuan today."
Feng Changling was stunned for a moment and asked, "Where is Ye Xiuchen?"
Han Qiancheng sneered: "Sorry to disappoint you, Ye Xiuchen is still in my hands."
Feng Changling didn't know what happened, but it was better to save one by one than to all fall into the hands of Han Qiancheng.
He sighed and asked: "Are you and Xiao Chengyi planning to fight to the death, so there is no possibility of reconciliation?"
Han Qiancheng said: "Reconciliation? How can you explain it to me? My father's death, my mother's death, and the destruction of the Han family should I treat it as if nothing happened? I can't do it!"
Feng Changling frowned and said: "You blame Xiao Chengyi for this, aren't you yourself not at fault?
I don’t know about your father’s death, but you are clearly to blame for your mother’s death, but you blame Xiao Chengyi?
In fact, you just want to shirk responsibility and are unwilling to admit that all this is caused by yourself. You put hatred on others so that you can be relieved, but you are actually deceiving yourself and others."
"Shut up."
Han Qiancheng was angered by his words. He looked at him with red eyes and said, "Don't think that I dare not kill you."
Feng Changling shrugged his shoulders and sneered softly: "What are you afraid of? But do you think that I, Feng Changling, am a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death?
Since I dare to come here, I have put life and death aside."
Han Qiancheng was a little upset. He didn't want to talk to him any more. Just as he was about to leave the house to chase people away, Bitao ran in in a panic and said, "Mr....Mr., Miss, she drowned in the river."
Han Qiancheng stood up in surprise and said, "What did you say?"
Bitao said: "Miss Qianyu fell into the river and was rescued. Go and have a look."
Han Qiancheng was confused. He realized what he was doing and hurriedly walked out of the room. When he came to the river, he saw Han Qianyu lying on the ground soaked to the skin.