Chapter 41 – Humming So Seductively, Do You Have a Death Wish?

Rong Jingchen listened to the ambiguous little hums and groans, his ears gradually turning red, and a subtle heat began to rise within him.

After all, he was a normal man!

His little wife was humming like that, making those seductive little noises—did she have a death wish?

“……”

Rong Jingchen stayed silent, but his hands were getting harder and harder to control. The strength of his kneading became increasingly forceful.

“Hiss—” Ye Muqi gasped sharply, the pain overriding the injury in her foot. She suddenly jerked her foot, trying to pull it back from his grasp.

But Rong Jingchen had a strong grip. He was holding her ankle firmly, and she simply couldn’t pull it back.

The pressure from his grip made Ye Muqi wonder if he was trying to crush her bones. Her ankle, which had stopped being so red and swollen after a bit of massage, was turning red again under his hand.

“Stop, stop… it really hurts!” Ye Muqi cried out, quickly slapping his arm, “Let go, let go!”

She was seriously afraid that if he kept this up, her foot might be completely ruined.

“What’s wrong?” Rong Jingchen paused his hand, but didn’t release her.

“Do you think I’m one of your soldiers or something?” Ye Muqi looked at him with dissatisfaction. “Why are your hands so strong?”

It had felt pretty good at first—why did Rong Jingchen suddenly start using so much strength?

Was he a demon or something?

“I have to use pressure to get the swelling down,” Rong Jingchen explained. After a short pause, he added, “Besides, I wasn’t using that much force.”

He really didn’t think he was pressing hard—he had just spaced out a bit and forgot to control the pressure.

“Ugh… but it really hurt. Look, my foot’s all red again,” Ye Muqi said as she struggled to free part of her foot from his palm.

The light redness on her ankle stood out starkly against her fair skin. And he dared say he wasn’t using much strength?

She would never believe that!

“……” Rong Jingchen looked at the red skin on her ankle, a bit confused. From his perspective, he hadn’t used much force—but clearly, her foot was red from the pressure.

“Such a delicate girl,” Rong Jingchen muttered softly, mentally revising his assessment of how fragile Ye Muqi actually was.

“I’m not delicate—it’s your fault for being so rough!” Ye Muqi felt wrongly accused.

“I’ll be more gentle.”

Rong Jingchen adjusted his strength and resumed massaging gently. The sharp pain faded, and Ye Muqi didn’t complain anymore—just relaxed and enjoyed the foot rub from her husband.

After a good while of rubbing with medicinal wine, her ankle finally looked better—less red and swollen. Ye Muqi herself felt noticeably less pain.

Her clothes, which had gotten wet from falling earlier, were mostly dry now. But wearing clothes that had gotten wet and dried while on her body still felt uncomfortable.

“I feel much better now, no need to keep massaging,” Ye Muqi said as she looked at her foot. “I want to take a shower.”

Seeing that her ankle was indeed not too bad anymore, Rong Jingchen stopped and helped her over to the bathroom.

The pajamas she’d brought earlier were still on the floor, and while most of the water had dried up, the clothes themselves were still too damp to wear.

“Lean against the wall, and don’t move around,” Rong Jingchen instructed, then stepped out of the room.

When he came back in, he brought her a fresh set of pajamas and a small stool, which he placed in the bathroom. He also picked up the damp pajamas from the floor.

“You can sit while you wash—it’ll be easier on your foot,” Rong Jingchen said, then closed the bathroom door for her on his way out.

Ye Muqi slowly moved over to the stool and sat down. Seeing that the towel and clean pajamas were within easy reach, her eyes crinkled in a little smile.

She hadn’t expected Rong Jingchen, who usually looked so cold and stiff, to be this attentive and considerate.

Sitting on the little stool, Ye Muqi bathed herself diligently. Afterward, she put on the clean pajamas and slowly made her way out. The moment she opened the door, she saw Rong Jingchen standing in the living room.

“Why aren’t you sleeping?” Ye Muqi asked, surprised.

He had already showered and finished massaging her foot. He could’ve gone to bed by now.

“I was afraid you’d slip again,” Rong Jingchen said as he stepped forward and helped her limp back to her room. “Tomorrow…”

“Wake me up on time!” Ye Muqi said seriously and firmly.

Nothing could stop her from making money!

Rong Jingchen: “……”

His little wife was really something else.

…

Ye Muqi sat on the bed and rubbed her ankle. It didn’t feel too bad anymore, so she laid down to sleep with peace of mind.

In the room next door, separated by just a wall, Rong Jingchen couldn’t fall asleep.

He sat by the bed, looking at the spot where Ye Muqi had just sat. The sensation of massaging her foot still lingered on his slightly rough hands.

That foot was just like her—soft, pale, and delicate.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed together. Realizing what he was doing, Rong Jingchen frowned and pushed away the thoughts he shouldn’t have. He lay down on the bed.

But as soon as he closed his eyes, her legs and that soft little foot popped up in his mind…

Sleep? Impossible!

He couldn’t sleep at all!

As soon as the sky began to brighten, Rong Jingchen got out of bed—even earlier than usual.

“Time to get up,” he called out to Ye Muqi in the room across the hall.

Though he believed she should rest at home for a couple of days to recover, he could tell from yesterday that she wouldn’t agree.

Knowing he couldn’t stop her, he went ahead and woke her up like usual.

As always, he had to knock for a while before a sleepy voice came from inside, “…I’m up.”

Once he was sure she was awake, Rong Jingchen freshened up and went to the kitchen, thinking for a moment before walking in.

There were still leftovers from the food Ye Muqi made the night before.

He reheated the fish soup, and seeing the neatly wrapped wontons in the kitchen, boiled a few to go with the soup. It might help Ye Muqi recover a bit.

In her room, Ye Muqi got out of bed—then quickly pulled her foot back the moment it touched the floor.

When she realized what she had done, she couldn’t help but feel speechless. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been injured in her previous life. Why was she reacting like such a baby to this minor injury?

She’d cut her hand while cooking before and just slapped a band-aid on and kept going.

“This body is seriously too delicate…” she muttered. At this point, she no longer blamed Rong Jingchen for calling her fragile—even she was annoyed with herself.

She tried walking. It still hurt, but it was bearable, as long as she walked slower.

“I don’t really need to walk much anyway,” Ye Muqi thought with relief. A sprained ankle wouldn’t stop her from making money.

Coming out and seeing that Rong Jingchen had cooked wontons and paired them with fish soup, she was a little surprised. It seemed that after spending time with her, Rong Jingchen was getting more and more into food.

“Are you still going to the breakfast shop today?” Rong Jingchen asked.

“Of course!” Ye Muqi nodded. “I only hurt my foot—my hands still work.”

Rong Jingchen gave her a complicated look, as if something was on his mind.

“Since your foot’s injured, I’ll ask Linzi to come over and take you there,” Rong Jingchen said after a pause.

Ye Muqi’s answer didn’t surprise him, but it didn’t make him particularly happy either.

Still, if his little wife insisted on going, Rong Jingchen would have to make the necessary arrangements ahead of time.