The Bumpy Road of Marriage: Divorce Now, Daddy Chapter 1647 - You Can Cry If It Hurts

Chapter 1647: You Can Cry If It Hurts

“Get lost!” Mo Fei shouted. Blood started to seep out from her chest, staining her pajamas red.
Qian Yikun’s mother clutched at her own chest as she pointed at Mo Fei. Then, before she shifted her gaze to look at Qian Yikun.
At this instant, Qian Yikun’s gaze landed squarely on Mo Fei’s bleeding chest. He strode over and carried her to the bedroom in his arms. “Xin Ya, send them away.”
“Qian Yikun!” screamed Huang Jiaojiao with her hand still covering her face.
Qian Yikun’s mother was so infuriated that her body started to tremble. Her son, who had always been filial, actually chased her away?
Xin Ya shuddered as she looked at the two women before her. She did not dare to chase them away. Instead, she waited for them to take their own leave.
Qian Yikun returned Mo Fei to her room and kicked the door shut. He carried Mo Fei to the bed and put her down. Then, he retrieved the first aid kit from the bedside drawer.
Mo Fei lay in bed. She felt the searing pain from her chest wound that tore open, but only second to the satisfaction that she felt.
Qian Yikun reached out to unbutton her pajamas.
“What are you doing?” Mo Fei’s voice trembled uncontrollably from the pain. She reached out and grabbed Qian Yikun’s wrist tightly.
Qian Yikun swung her hand away without any pity.
Perhaps, more accurately, this anger that he could not put a finger on frustrated him. Did this woman not have a single shred of appreciation for her life at all?
He and Gu Juexi had risked offending Ye Cong to save her life, yet it did not seem like she knew how to cherish it. That was why he was so angry.
Mo Fei uttered a string of profanities due to the pain she felt. Meanwhile, Qian Yikun had already unbuttoned her pajamas. Due to her injury, she was not wearing any undergarments. Even then, the sheer amount of blood-stained dressing that was plastered all over her chest looked rather horrifying.
Mo Fei had a good figure, but it was a pity that Qian Yikun was in no mood to pay attention to those two on her chest. He bent down and hovered above her. Then, he reached out and started removing the bandage from the back. He slowly unfurled the bandage. The gauze dressing underneath the bandage was completely drenched in blood.
Qian Yikun frowned. It was as if someone had torn open his chest—he was overwhelmed by a wave of pain. A wave of sourness overwhelmed his nose.
Did this woman feel anything at all?
Mo Fei clenched her fists tightly as cold sweat dripped down her forehead. She cursed in pain.
“F*ck, are you done staring?” Mo Fei shouted angrily. Since doing that gave her wound a little yank, she cursed again.
Qian Yikun removed the blood-stained dressing to reveal an even more hideous wound underneath.
“Ye Chong did this?” Qian Yikun’s hand trembled involuntarily. He reached out for the ointment that Gu Juexi had given to him. Qian Yikun knew that this ointment could not be obtained anywhere else in the world.
Although Mo Fei was in so much pain that she cursed everything mother-related, she did not cry. The corners of her eyes were still dry, but her forehead and hair were drenched in sweat.
“You think I’d do this to myself?” Mo Fei sneered.
Qian Yikun lifted his gaze and stared at the cold smile at the corner of her lips. If it was not for her physiological reaction that could not be faked, he would have thought that this woman had no pain receptors at all.
She did not shed a single teardrop despite her immense pain. Was she really a woman?
“You can cry if it hurts. No one will laugh at you,” Qian Yikun said as he put the medicine on her wound.
“Cry?” Mo Fei laughed, but it was laden with mockery.
Mo Fei never cried. That was because tears had no value.
Mo Tian told her that tears were the most worthless thing in this world. Simultaneously, it was also the weakest. Once a killer had tears, he would not be far from death.
She was Mo Tian’s most beloved assassin. Being the so-called most beloved assassin also meant that she was given the strictest treatment. As a result of that, she had been subjected to training that was crueler than anyone since she was young, and she had long since forgotten what crying was.