Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1235 - 1213: Already the Body of a Grown Man
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In the study.
The night grew deeper by a few shades.
The military police called, saying that Xiaotao had already been punished by the family rules.
Ya Chen hung up the phone.
The door to the study was pushed open, and someone came in.
Footsteps light as a breeze slipping through the door crack.
The footsteps were too familiar. He couldn’t help but frown.
Chu Xinyue’s weak voice floated over, "Xiaotao’s injuries are a bit severe."
Ya Chen spoke coldly, "That’s what she deserves."
"Deserves it? Just because she accidentally hurt Lan Yurou, causing her to bleed a little, she should be beaten until she’s unconscious, feverish, and unable to get out of bed?"
Ya Chen stood up, picked up the Metal Cane from the classical peach and pear wood coat rack beside him, and pointed towards the study door, issuing an eviction order, "It’s late. I’m going to rest. You should return to your room as well."
She stood quietly in the place he couldn’t see, her snow-white, almost transparent small face gradually losing color, "Ya Chen, since you’ve found someone you truly like, let’s divorce, shall we?"
The room was silent for a few seconds. He walked over, holding the Metal Cane, paused momentarily beside her, and with a long arm, wrapped around her slender waist, pulling her heavily into his embrace. Leaning close to her ear, with a suppressed anger, his voice flooded into her every limb:
"The words I said in the car that time, it seems you’ve forgotten again. Let me repeat: The position of Crown Princess is not an open garden gate, where you can come and go as you please."
After speaking, he released her willowy waist and walked towards the door, intending to call the servants to drag her out.
Before he could take two steps, he felt a sharp pain in his back!
It was the feeling of a metal object being fiercely thrust into the body.
His heart chilled, his hand reached back and touched her panicked little hand holding a dagger.
And sticky liquid.
It was blood.
She actually stabbed him!
Did she truly hate him to the point of attempting to kill her husband?
Chu Xinyue’s face was filled with despair, anger, and fear. Seeing him clutching the wound and turning around, coming to her senses, her hands loosened!
The dagger clattered to the ground!
Her eyes widened, watching the tall and slender figure of the man in front of her sway slightly, and seeing her own hands stained with blood, she realized what she had done!
Tonight, she was truly too angry.
Having just seen the severely injured Xiaotao, she completely lost control!
Driven by instinct, she picked up a fruit-cutting dagger from the small kitchen and came to his room.
At this moment, Chu Xinyue let out a scream and ran towards the door, reflexively wanting to escape the scene.
Ya Chen took a swift step, using his naturally tall stature to block the doorway, covering her screaming mouth with a single hand, gritting his teeth and whispering, "Shut up!"
Then he shoved her back into the room, slamming and locking the door behind him.
At that moment, the servants and guards outside the door had already heard the screams and clattering sounds from inside and started knocking: 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Your Highness, is there something wrong?"
Chu Xinyue panted, looking at him.
If he opened the door now, let the guards in, charges of attempted murder of her husband, attempted murder of Crown Prince—any single charge could land her in big trouble.
Stabbing her husband might be a common domestic conflict and criminal offense in an ordinary family.
Ya Chen’s status and identity were not ordinary, and her punishment wouldn’t be small.
Might even implicate the Chu Family.
Ya Chen, his face pale and cold from blood loss, but calmly raised his voice to respond, "Nothing. Leave."
Only then did the servants and guards retreat.
Ya Chen let out a hiss, ripping open his white shirt, and walked over to lie down on the couch in the study.
Chu Xinyue stared blankly at him, and after a few seconds, walked towards the door to the study again.
"What are you doing?" He heard her panicked footsteps and sneered.
Chu Xinyue stopped, trying hard to keep her teeth from chattering, "Going back to my room..."
When it was time to return, she didn’t return. Now wanting to go back? He sneered, "If you don’t want to end up in jail, stay."
She gasped, finally turning around and walking to the side of the couch.
There were knife wounds on his handsome, muscular bare back.
Fortunately, a surface wound.
Though not much blood had been lost, the wound was still shocking.
"In the cabinet, there’s a first aid kit, get it out." He commanded each word clearly.
She, as if her soul had left her body, hazily followed his instructions, bringing out the first aid kit.
Yet, still too shocked, holding the kit, motionless.
He hadn’t heard any movement from her for a while, sneering, "I punished Xiaotao for you, now you’ve stabbed me like this, have you relieved your anger? Had enough of looking? If so, hurry up and start!"
Only then did she come to her senses, finding the hemostatic spray and bandage, and aimed at the wound on his back, sprayed the hemostatic.
As she sprayed, Ya Chen’s muscular lines tensed up, a restrained, rough breath squeezed through his teeth, gripping the sofa arm tightly, "Are you doing this on purpose?"
It was the first time Chu Xinyue saw him complaining yet having to endure, and her hand paused.
These past years, he had always kept his distance from her.
Even if he occasionally came back and met her, he was like a Greek sculpture devoid of emotion.
So this man could also feel pain, could also complain.
She knew that this occasion might not be appropriate, yet she couldn’t help but, inappropriately, curl her lips.
"What are you doing, hurry up." He was sweating from the pain, feeling her pause, impatiently urged.
She placed a piece of gauze on his sprayed wound.
After she was done, she felt a small arm added on her shoulder.
Ya Chen’s long arm wrapped around her neck, hugged her shoulder, and sat up straight from the sofa.
"What are you doing?" Chu Xinyue exclaimed.
"Help me take off the outer clothes." He said with a low voice.
His shirt was probably already soaked with blood.
She glanced at his outer clothes, the hem stained with blood, swallowing her saliva, she helped him raise his arms and took off his shirts, one by one.
In the dim light, his half-naked upper body made her breath pause slightly.
He was already rid of the sickly beauty of his youth.
Years had transformed his body to one tall, lean, and distinctly masculine.
The once pale skin from years of lack of sun had darkened to a light chocolate shade due to long-term exercise.
His abdominal muscles, evenly and taut as a drawn bow ready to shoot, revealing power.
The long, muscular thighs below the abs, barely concealed by thin pajama pants, the suggestion there was heart-stopping at a closer look.
But thinking that this nearly perfect body once engaged in disgusting acts with that Lan Yurou, she could look no longer.
A frown, she involuntarily turned her head away.
