The CEO's Porcelain Wife

Abrupt Shift

"You scoundrel, you rogue! Let me out this instant, I'm going to call the police! I knew you weren't a good person!" Sima Qing cried and cursed, desperately pounding on the car window with her delicate hands, but the window didn't budge, not a single crack. What was this bad guy planning, making the car window so sturdy for no reason? An ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger. Heavens, had she run into one of those perverts from the novels? Thinking that, she broke out in a cold sweat. No, I need to get out of here. I can't let him ruin my innocence. She kicked and rammed the car door with all her might, but the door seemed to grow even tighter with each blow. Seeing someone pass by outside, she cried out as if seeing a savior: "Help! Someone, help me! Someone, help me, help…!"

No matter how much she shouted, it was no use. She didn't know this car was custom-made with the world's top anti-blast, anti-vibration, and highly soundproof materials. After struggling inside for nearly half an hour, she finally understood that it was futile. She could only sit in the chair and cry in despair. She didn't dare look at Sima Chun. Remembering his dark face just now, like he wanted to swallow her whole, a chill washed over her once again, and her legs began to tremble slightly. She tried to calm herself, stretching out her hands to press down on her knees, but no matter how hard she tried, her hands just couldn't exert any force. Her delicate hands were covered with blisters and blood.

Sima Chun quietly watched her struggle, observing her slightly trembling legs, her swollen red hands, her shivering body, and her tear-streaked face. How could she have so many tears? He felt like his heart had been stabbed with a needle, and the pain was so intense he immediately reached out to touch it. At that moment, he felt like killing himself.

Faced with such a scene, the undefeated businessman was at a loss. He was afraid even his voice would frighten her.

He took two bottles of medicine and some cotton swabs from the first-aid kit. "Qing'er, let me put some medicine on them. You seem to have misunderstood, I won't hurt you. You're still young, you'll understand when you grow up," he could only explain to her like this. Sima Chun's face was full of concern and tenderness. If she had looked at him, she would have seen it, but she didn't even move her eyelids.

"After applying the medicine, I'll let you out of the car, okay?" Sima Chun said tentatively, using a gentle and soft voice to negotiate with her.

"How do I know if there's any poison in this medicine? I want to get out of the car and go home to put on the medicine," Sima Qing finally spoke, hesitantly.

"Oh."

Sima Chun took the military-grade knife from his keychain and forcefully sliced his left forearm. Instantly, blood stained his white left sleeve and a strong smell of blood filled the car. He opened one of the medicine bottles, poured out some white powder and sprinkled it on his wound. He then opened another bottle, used a cotton swab to apply medicine to clean the blood around his wound, and finally bandaged it using gauze. The whole process was seamless, not even flinching as if it was someone else's wound.

Sima Qing stared at him with wide eyes like she was watching a horror movie.

He began carefully to apply the medicine to her swollen red hands, gently blowing on them as he did so, as if worried he would hurt her. Sima Qing felt her treated hand felt a bit better. She moved it slightly but a sharp pain in her knuckles caused her to scream.

"Did I hurt you?" Sima Chun immediately looked up and asked.

"No, it was my fault," she said, seeming less afraid of him.

"Your hands are done, now I'll do your feet," Sima Chun said softly. He gently took off her sandals and held her fair, smooth ankles, desperately wanting to kiss them.

"Ah... It hurts so bad... It's killing me!" Sima Qing suddenly collapsed on the chair, gasping for breath, her face convulsing, and beads of sweat dripping down her forehead.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, what's wrong with you?" Sima Chun was terrified, his legs weak, and cold sweat running down his body.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, where does it hurt?" Sima Chun said, his voice trembling.

Sima Qing, in extreme pain, bit down on her lip, eyes closed tight, her chest rising and falling heavily, beads of sweat running down her cheek, her body hunched, and her legs kicking constantly.

He opened the car door, carefully and steadily picking her up in his arms. Feeling her entire body was icy cold, he rushed towards the nearby hospital.

"Doctor, doctor, someone quick!" Before he even entered the hospital, Sima Chun started shouting in the hallway.

"Please put the patient on the bed. I can't examine her properly while you're holding her," the doctor said, looking at the tense Sima Chun.

"She is freezing, it'll be better if I hold her." Looking at her in his arms, she seemed to have stopped struggling.

"Sir, don't be too nervous. Come, please put her on the bed inside," the doctor said looking at Sima Qing. "She's fine, please wait outside for now."

"Young Master, the Madam asked you to call her back immediately," An Da said, rushing over. Seeing that Sima Chun was staring blankly at the room, and not speaking, he didn't ask any further questions.

After a long while, the doctor finally came out. "Sir, I would like to ask, was the patient frightened just now? I see her hands are quite injured."

"Yes," Sima Chun nodded immediately.

"The patient had a sudden fright, along with her period, a history of dysmenorrhea, and a weak constitution. It caused a short bout of spasms. Here are the medications. When you get home, she should have a hot bath, then put this medicine on her belly button and have her sleep covered up for the night, she should be fine." He was about to thank the doctor, when he saw Sima Qing walking out barefoot, limping. He didn't say anything, but quickly ran to her, opened the car door saying: "Qing'er, let me take you home."

"No need, just give me my shoes, I can get back myself," she replied in a soft and hesitant voice.

He put her shoes down in front of her, and was about to help her put them on, when she kicked his hand away. She bent down to put them on herself but found her fingers were too stiff and weak, and she couldn't do up the slightly complicated buckle. He then helped her do up the shoes, but Sima Qing’s stomach started to hurt again, and she crouched on the ground, unable to stand, her hands clutching her belly.

Without thinking, Sima Chun carefully picked her up in his arms. This time she didn’t resist. She didn’t have the strength to resist.

Having the car was convenient. In a few minutes, they had arrived home. He put her on the sofa, then ran upstairs to get a thick quilt, wrapping Sima Qing up tightly. Then, taking the first-aid kit from the car, he said: “I am going to help reduce the swelling in your hands now. Don't worry, this medicine is very good, I've used it before. In about half an hour you will be able to take a bath yourself.”

He took out a thin needle and carefully applied some medicine to the blisters, carefully popping each one with the needle, and using a cotton swab to gently squeeze the blood out. He then applied a white cream. Finally he carefully wrapped each finger with a thin white bandage, gently massaging each of her knuckles. Sima Qing felt a coolness on her hands, she felt warm inside the quilt. Before she knew it, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

Knock knock knock… knock knock knock… The night knocks were particularly loud, startling her from her sleep.

Opening her eyes she saw Sima Chun was still massaging her hands, helping her fingers move. He seemed completely focused, as though he hadn't heard the knocks. She tried moving her fingers, and strangely, they could move, and they could exert some power.

Knock knock knock… knock knock knock…

"The door isn't locked, please come in," she said. She was able to move around freely now.

"Young Master, the Madam has called five times today, saying it's urgent," An Da said from the doorway.

"I understand."

"Qing'er, go have a hot bath now and don't forget to put the medicine on your belly button."

"Okay," Sima Qing replied obediently.

"I'll come a bit earlier tomorrow to take you and your aunt to the provincial capital." He looked at her once.

"Okay," she agreed.

"Mommy, what is so urgent that you called me?"

"What's so urgent? Get back here now, and I'll tell you slowly," Gao Suqing shouted over the phone.

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