Chapter 43: What’s So Great About You?!

Wen Yanyan ignored his voice, stunned by his strength. How did he do that?

He’d pulled her over so easily? With just one hand?

Although she’d lost a lot of weight recently, she still weighed over a hundred jin. Her sturdy build wasn’t for nothing, and most importantly, she hadn’t cooperated; she’d been resisting the whole time!

“What are you looking at? I told you to look in the mirror! Can’t you understand?”

Nan Fangjue roared again.

Oh my god.

My ears are ringing!

Wen Yanyan quickly looked at the mirror, glanced, and hastily closed her eyes.

It was truly awful, a sorry sight. Even though she’d washed her face, her hair, clothes, and even her feet were covered in mud.

“See? Don’t you look like a slob? I thought you’d changed, but you’re even worse than before!”

Nan Fangjue was exasperated.

Wen Yanyan’s eyes welled up at his words, her lips pressed tightly together.

“Go wash yourself and change your clothes.”

Nan Fangjue turned away, not looking at her.

Wen Yanyan didn’t move. After his yell, her brain finally restarted.

She was angry. Why was she worse than before? She’d just fallen! Was it necessary to humiliate her like this?

Calling her a slob! It was too much!

She wouldn’t listen! She wouldn’t listen to him! Why should she? She wasn’t his soldier!

“Why are you being so stubborn? Is this sight glorious to you? Go wash up!”

Seeing her remain motionless, Nan Fangjue’s anger exploded again. He turned back, grabbed her collar, and tried to pull her out. But with a single tug, he heard a ripping sound.

Her clothes were torn, revealing a patch of white skin below her neck.

Nan Fangjue’s eyes darkened, and he released her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to. Wash up or not, it’s up to you. I’m not coming back tonight.”

The door slammed shut with a loud “bang!”

…

“What’s so great about you! Go ahead and go! Like anyone cares! I want to! I want to be like this! I’m glorious, so what! I earned over three hundred yuan! You scoundrel! You bastard!”

Wen Yanyan yelled at the door for a while before going to the closet to find clothes.

“This big bad guy! His big paws tore my clothes!”

She found some clothes, went to the kitchen, boiled a large pot of hot water, and took a good bath.

What kind of person was he, scolding someone without knowing the facts!

She was furious!

Wen Yanyan, still fuming, finished her bath, put on her clothes, and went to the kitchen to find some Erguotou (Chinese liquor).

She returned to her room, sat on a chair, rolled up her pant leg, and used tissue paper to dab a little baijiu onto her injured knee.

The moment it touched.

“Hiss～”

Wen Yanyan gasped, her face turning pale. The high-proof baijiu stung the wound, the pain making her legs tremble.

She’d expected it to hurt, but not this much. Maybe… the wound was deeper than she thought, a nasty gash.

Wen Yanyan didn’t have the courage to continue. She would disinfect it later.

…

At that moment, the door opened. Nan Fangjue, who had left, reappeared, his eyes cast down at her bloody knee.

Without a word, he picked her up and carried her out of the house, walking through the heavy rain towards the military medical office.

Huh?

What was he doing? Wen Yanyan, who had just finished bathing, was soaked again.

The torrential rain poured into the small window of her soul. She turned her head, closed her eyes, and asked Nan Fangjue,

“Where are you going?”

This man had carried her out in the rain without saying a word. What was wrong with him?

Had he heard her yelling at him in the room?

“To the medical office.”

Wen Yanyan only saw his Adam’s apple bob.

Huh?

He said the medical office?

A warmth spread across Wen Yanyan’s cold skin, and her anger vanished.

This man still cared about her.

“No need to go. I can just disinfect it at home. It’s just a scrape.”

It was a minor injury; she could handle it herself.

“You’ll get a scar if you don’t treat it properly.”

Nan Fangjue carried the hundred-plus pounds Wen Yanyan, his breathing still steady.

“It’s okay, I don’t mind a scar.”

Luckily, it was raining heavily, and there was no one on the road, otherwise she would be embarrassed. Why was he carrying her like a princess?

“Shut up.”

Nan Fangjue’s voice was cold as ice. “Can you just stop being stubborn and listen to me for once!”

Huh?

Why was he angry again?

Wen Yanyan shut her mouth and closed her eyes.

Lying in his arms, she felt safe.

…

When they returned home from the medical office, the storm had stopped.

Nan Fangjue found a set of his army uniform for her to change into.

Wen Yanyan had few clothes to begin with.

One had been torn by his anger, another set had gotten dirty when she fell in the rain, and the last one had gotten wet at the medical office.

She had nothing left to wear.

Nan Fangjue went out again to find another set of uniforms and after a while, asked,

“Are you done changing?”

He had changed his clothes and was waiting outside the door.

“Yes.”

Wen Yanyan sat on the bed, rolling up her sleeves, one fold after another. His clothes were so big, they were long everywhere.

But they were warm.

…

Nan Fangjue pushed open the door.

“Nan Fangjue, didn’t you say you weren’t coming back?”

She was surprised.

“I wanted to see if you’d bathed. You looked like a mud monkey. You’re eighteen years old, not a child anymore. Can you be more mature?”

Nan Fangjue was exasperated. This woman was so careless.

“Because when I was riding my bike, I accidentally fell into a mud puddle.”

Wen Yanyan said it as if it were perfectly normal.

In the new century, she had also ridden bicycles, but whenever she was about to fall, she could always use her legs to maintain balance.

But this bike was a 28-inch frame, with a horizontal bar, and she couldn’t stay balanced. She even got her crotch stuck.

Were her legs the wrong size? She was 1.65 meters tall.

Her legs weren’t short. It must be because the bike was too tall.

“You’re so grown up and you still fall, even injuring your leg. You’re amazing, Wen Yanyan. Tell the truth, what kind of business are you secretly involved in?”

Nan Fangjue’s tone was displeased.