He Can’t Care About Me Until the Day I Die
After searching her entire body, she did not find any wounds other than bruises.
Ning Qing did not want to think too much about it. She returned to the bedroom on the second floor, trembling.
The familiar place made her feel a little warm.
She was extremely tired and afraid.
She lifted a corner of the blanket and got into it.
The sun was shining brightly outside. She hid in the room with the window closed and wrapped herself tightly.
After a long time, she fell asleep.
——
When Ning Qing woke up, the sky was already dark.
Her mind was in a daze as she got out of bed. She pulled open the curtains and opened the window to look at the night sky.
When the cold wind blew, she realized that she was drenched in sweat.
She hesitated for a moment and went to the bathroom.
After showering, Ning Qing looked at herself in the mirror. The bruise on her neck was even more obvious.
She touched the bruise and smiled sadly.
In the mirror, she was pale and weak.
She was like a soulless doll.
Ning Qing went downstairs and planned to cook something to fill her uncomfortable stomach. Unexpectedly, she bumped into Lu Zhui, who had just entered.
“Young Madam.”
He nodded at her. The bag he was holding looked familiar.
Ning Qing was not very energetic. “What’s the matter?”
He would come only because he had received that person’s order.
Lu Zhui said, “This is the meal Young Master ordered for you. Please eat it while it’s hot.”
He placed a box of food on the table and lifted the lid. The fragrance filled the air.
“And this.” Lu Zhui took out a box of ointment from the bag. “This is a medicine for bruises. Use it three times a day. It can be used on the wounds on your legs and…”
The wound on her neck.
Lu Zhui did not say this.
He put down the ointment and looked up at her.
Ning Qing’s gaze swept across the exquisite dishes and she replied coldly, “I understand.”
Lu Zhui looked at her and hesitated.
She looked at him. “Is there something else?”
Lu Zhui hesitated and still advised, “Young Madam, don’t be angry with Young Master. This morning, Young Master originally wanted me to turn around and pick you up, but you left with Young Master Yan. Young Master cares about you, that’s why he’s angry at you…”
“Care?”
Ning Qing pursed her lips slightly and looked at him with an abnormally sharp gaze.
“Assistant Lu, I’m afraid you’re mistaken. He can’t care about me until the day I die.”
As he had said, if he really cared about her, would he let her be attacked by reporters under his nose?
If Yan Sichen had not appeared in time, she might have been driven crazy.
Ning Qing did not say anything else. She picked up her chopsticks and ate.
To her, those delicacies tasted like wax.
Under Lu Zhui’s gaze, she swallowed all the vegetables.
Ten minutes later, she put down her chopsticks and looked over with a cold gaze.
“I’m done. You can go back and report.”
Lu Zhui knew that she had a huge misunderstanding, but he did not know how to explain.
Thinking about her almost self-destructive eating speed, he hesitated and wanted to clean the dining table for her.
Ning Qing blocked him. “There’s no need. Go.”
“…”
Lu Zhui left.
Ning Qing finally could not stand the fullness and discomfort in her stomach. She rushed into the bathroom and vomited.
She had eaten too fast earlier, how could her empty stomach withstand it?
Ning Qing had never thought that eating would become such an uncomfortable thing.
After she vomited, her face was already as pale as a ghost.
Exhaustion engulfed his heart. He had never been so tired.
She washed her face, her eyelashes trembling slightly.
It revealed her numbness and sadness.
She walked out of the bathroom.
When she passed the dining table, the mess was still waiting for her to clean up.
She did not keep the packaging carefully in the trash bag. When she saw the box of unopened medicine, she was stunned.
The next second, she waved her hand.
The ointment fell into the trash can under the table.