Chapter 60: Stranger

Luo Jiaojiao’s heart was filled with gratitude and grievance. She hadn’t been in this place long and was completely unfamiliar with it.

When faced with the harassment and siege of unfamiliar men, even with her strong personality, she couldn’t help but feel afraid.

Leng Mohan’s appearance and the lesson he taught those men filled her with gratitude, but looking at his back, an inexpressible grievance welled up in her heart.

Leng Mohan walked ahead, not intentionally ignoring his wife.

Although he had scolded Zhou Lin, his own heart was far from calm.

Zhou Lin’s words, “She’s clearly a virgin… clearly… a virgin…” echoed in his mind, making his chest feel heavy.

He stopped, and Luo Jiaojiao behind him stopped as well. Because of their height difference, he had to look down to meet her gaze, while she had to look up.

Luo Jiaojiao, following closely behind him, breathed rapidly. Her delicate neck flushed a light red in the hot weather, like twinkling stars.

The hair she had carefully styled when they left had come loose, a few strands falling onto her fair, rosy face, adding a touch of charm to her youthful features, making her even more charming and pitiful.

Just moments ago, she had kicked a man in the groin with decisive and swift action, without hesitation. Yet now, she looked frightened, her innocent eyes wide as she followed him closely, her steps matching his.

Thinking of this, Leng Mohan’s face instantly darkened! Because Luo Jiaojiao had kicked Zhou Lin in the groin! That hateful man’s groin!

A sudden feeling of suffocation made Leng Mohan lose his desire to speak. He turned and continued walking with a stern face.

This time, he let go of Luo Jiaojiao’s hand. His steps were long and fast, as if he wanted to shake off the person behind him. However, Luo Jiaojiao still followed him closely, showing no intention of leaving.

Luo Jiaojiao’s eyes widened, as she watched the man’s face intently. His expression was like the fickle summer weather, instantly shifting from sunny to stormy.

Confused, she couldn’t understand if she had offended him in any way, and could only follow helplessly behind him. After entering the room, both remained silent, a suffocating atmosphere filling the space.

Luo Jiaojiao entered the room, slightly out of breath. She bit her lip tightly, nervously looking at Leng Mohan.

Leng Mohan didn’t say anything. He sat down on a stool, placing his hands on the table, seemingly lost in thought. His silence made Luo Jiaojiao even more hesitant to speak, even her breathing becoming cautious, afraid of breaking the silence.

Although Leng Mohan didn’t look directly at Luo Jiaojiao, his peripheral vision remained on her.

Luo Jiaojiao hugged her military uniform coat, her pitiful appearance evoking pity. She looked at him expectantly, her eyes filled with fear and helplessness, clearly frightened.

Leng Mohan sighed helplessly, a sense of guilt rising in his heart.

It was his negligence, failing to protect her, not even protecting her appearance.

No wonder Zhou Lin dared to stop her in public and ask for her information. Knowing that Luo Jiaojiao was married, he still said he would marry her after a divorce, showing that she indeed possessed the charm and allure to drive men crazy.

Seeing the blood on his hand, Luo Jiaojiao’s eyes widened in worry.

She finally couldn’t help but approach him, saying with concern, “Your hand is injured. Let me take a look.” Speaking, Luo Jiaojiao gently placed her coat on the table and carefully picked up his right hand.

Upon closer inspection, his hand was bleeding, either from the force of hitting Zhou Lin or from a scratch.

“Wait a moment,” Luo Jiaojiao said softly, then quickly turned and took out gauze, disinfectant, and wound medicine from the cabinet.

Leng Mohan habitually raised an eyebrow, surprised by Luo Jiaojiao’s skilled movements. He curiously asked, “How did you know where these things were? And how do you know how to treat wounds?”

Leng Mohan stared at Luo Jiaojiao, a wave of emotion washing over him. He realized that this woman not only possessed a captivating appearance but also a kind and delicate heart.

At this moment, his feelings for Luo Jiaojiao became more complex, with admiration, gratitude, and perhaps a hint of love quietly sprouting.

“Um… I really didn’t intend to look. I just wanted to help clean, so I opened the cabinet to take a look.” Luo Jiaojiao’s voice was slightly tense, afraid he would misunderstand her for rummaging through his things.

Her eyes showed sincerity and anxiety, hoping for his understanding.

“I’ve learned a little about treating wounds in life. Let me clean your wound first. It might hurt a little, you have to bear with it.” Luo Jiaojiao picked up the unfinished glass of cool boiled water and carefully rinsed the wound.

Her movements were gentle yet firm, showing her inner concern. The wound wasn’t very large, which relieved her slightly.

Then, she leaned closer to the wound and gently blew on it. The gentle warm breeze, like her delicate care, blew on the wound.

Leng Mohan felt a tingling sensation in his right arm, along with a slight itch, but he endured the discomfort. He quietly watched the small figure crouching in front of him, a warmth spreading through his heart.

Luo Jiaojiao carefully applied the wound medicine and then gently bandaged it. Each of her movements was filled with care and caution, as if she were handling an invaluable item.

Leng Mohan thought Luo Jiaojiao was making a fuss over nothing. This small injury was nothing to him; did it really need wound medicine and bandages? He thought this, but didn’t say anything to stop her.

He didn’t even move, as if afraid to disturb her concentration. At this moment, he felt a strange yet warm emotion.

Strangely, the tightness in his chest dissipated, and his furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

“Why did you go downstairs without permission? Didn’t I tell you to wait for me at home?” Leng Mohan’s gaze turned icy as he looked at Luo Jiaojiao, his tone laced with unquestioning interrogation.

Luo Jiaojiao knew he was asking why she hadn’t followed his instructions and waited quietly at home. She secretly glanced at him, her heart pounding like a stormy sea.

She spoke softly, as if afraid of breaking the tense atmosphere, “I accidentally dropped your military uniform downstairs while tidying up my clothes. I thought I’d go pick it up. And, the uniform was already dusty, I… I’m really sorry.”

Her voice was weak and trembling, filled with self-blame and apology.