Chapter 457: It Hurt
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Mu Anan rushed out of the room barefooted and went straight to Seventh Master’s room.
She even forgot to knock on the door.
She was anxious now.
She was anxious to see how he was doing. What’s wrong with him?
Mu Anan recalled that before she fainted, half of Seventh Master’s shoulder was covered in blood.
However…
Mu Anan went into the room and searched around. The room was empty. There was a chill in the air as if no one had been there for a long time.
Mu Anan was panting.
It was mainly due to nervousness and anxiety.
She couldn’t find anyone in the room, so she turned around and walked straight to the study.
Seventh Master usually stayed in these two places for a long time.
When Mu Anan walked to the door of the study, she heard a faint sound from inside and heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he was here.
Mu Anan pursed her lips and gently pushed the door open.
In the study.
Zong Zhengyu was dressed in casual clothes, his left arm hanging with a white bandage, flipping through a document with one hand.
His skin was very fair. At the moment, he was relaxed. His soft bangs hung down directly, blocking his deep eyes.
He had a high nose bridge and thin lips that had a hint of lip color.
Compared to Seventh Master’s casual state, Luo Sen was still as tense as usual. Luo Sen said formally, “According to the investigation, he was the one who pretended to be Mu Caijie. The real Mu Caijie was killed by Jiang Zhen when he went to visit him a year ago.”
Zong Zhengyu did not respond to Luo Sen’s report.
He leaned against the back of the chair lazily with his legs crossed and his thin lips pursed.
His gaze was fixed on a document in his hand.
It was all the information about the fake Mu Caijie.
“Seventh Master, how do you plan to deal with this?” Luo Sen asked.
Zong Zhengyu reached out and covered the document.
Before he could answer, he raised his head and saw a small head peeking in from the doorway. He didn’t know what she was peeking at.
Zong Zhengyu threw the document to Luo Sen and walked out of the door.
Mu Anan was relieved to see that Seventh Master was fine. She was still thinking about which route to take to surprise Seventh Master.
As she was pondering, her vision was blocked.
What entered her eyes was a pair of slippers.
Slowly moving up, she saw a pair of long legs wrapped in casual pants. His white clothes were hanging loosely…
Further ahead, she saw that the collar of the white shirt was relatively large.
The man’s collarbone and long neck were like art, very perfect.
Mu Anan looked up and saw the man looking down at her expressionlessly.
Mu Anan looked at it for a few seconds before she smiled awkwardly, “Seventh Master, what a coincidence.”
“Have you thought it through?” Seventh Master raised his eyebrows and asked. Mu Anan was stunned, “What?”
“Weren’t you thinking about which route to come in and give me a scare?” The man said as he pleased. He even bent down slightly. When he was talking to Mu Anan, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile.
Have you thought about it? When you are ready, I’ll go back, okay?”
Mu Anan subconsciously took a step back.
The man was a little annoying.
He was usually cold.
Today, for some reason.
Mu Anan looked at the man and felt that his eyes were filled with gentleness.
When he smiled, it was unbearable.
What was wrong with him…
Mu Anan took a few steps back silently, “Hehe, what are you talking about,
Seventh Master? I, why am I so bored?”
After saying that, she retreated again.
However, when Mu Anan said this, the smile on Seventh Master’s face deepened, “From the time you played this game until you grew up, you didn’t find it boring.”
Mu Anan’s face turned red as soon as she heard that.
“Seventh Master, you’re out of line. How could you expose me?” Mu Anan said unhappily, her cheeks puffed up like a pufferfish.
Zong Zhengyu shook his head and smiled. He took a step forward, grabbed Mu Anan’s waist with his right hand, and lifted her.
“Seventh Master, put me down… You, you’re injured.” Mu Anan struggled a little.
“Don’t move.”
However, the man had no intention of letting her go. He carried her and went straight to Mu Anan’s room.
He kicked the door open.
Zong Zhengyu only put Mu Anan down when he reached the bedside.
However, his movements were very light.
He let Mu Anan sit on the bed and then squatted down, “Your wound still hurts?”
Mu Anan paused.
She didn’t even remember that she was injured if Seventh Master didn’t mention it.
When she said that, she felt a burning pain on her back.
She didn’t feel well for the past few days, but mainly because the two wounds on her back hurt badly.
However, even though it hurt, Mu Anan still shook her head, “It doesn’t hurt at all.”
She reached out and caressed Seventh Master’s shoulder, “Does it hurt?”
The wound on his shoulder was nothing to Zong Zhengyu.
However, the little girl in front of him had her eyes wide open. She looked at him with worry and heartache, making his heart soften.
She suddenly said, “It hurts.”
Mu Anan’s heart ached even more when she heard that, “Is it severe?”
As she said, her eyes instantly turned red.
Mu Anan had been by Seventh Master’s side for eight years.
In the past eight years, she had never seen this man get hurt at all.
He was Seventh Master.
Seventh Master of the Yuyuan Estate.
No one could hurt him.
But to save her…
Mu Anan’s heart ached terribly when she thought of how Seventh Master had grabbed her ankle to prevent her from falling in the boxing ring and had taken two shots.
She felt guilty and heartbroken.
“Is it severe?” Mu Anan said, her voice choking up.
Her tears fell.
Zong Zhengyu immediately caressed Mu Anan’s face and wiped away her tears,
“Why are you crying?”
He just wanted to tease the girl.
Zong Zhengyu stood up and hugged Mu Anan, “What are you crying for? We’re all going home.”
That’s right.
She had returned home.
A certain nerve in Mu Anan’s heart was suddenly touched, and her tears fell even harder.
She hugged Zong Zhengyu tightly.
“I miss you.” Mu Anan choked on her tears and wiped them all onto his clothes.
“I know.” Zong Zhengyu patted the back of her head, his voice was very soft.
Mu Anan hugged him tightly and refused to let go, “Actually, my wound hurts so much. I was badly scared in the boxing ring.”
“Then, you came, and I was even more afraid. I still had a bracelet on my hand.
I was afraid that if I lost all my limbs, what would I do…”
“Then I won’t be worthy of you.”
“You’re noble. In order to keep up with your footsteps, I’ve already worked very hard. But if I have any flaws, I won’t be worthy of you for the rest of my life..”