Chapter 91: Hurry and Go Take a Bath

“Are you crazy, leaving Luo Luo alone with that scoundrel?” Jiang Xueting protested, wanting to leave, but Zhao Chengyi held her back.

Zhao Chengyi whispered in her ear, “Brother Li still cares about her. Maybe there’s a chance.”

Jiang Xueting was reluctant and wanted to hit him before he finally let go.

“Chance, my foot! Let go!”

“Luo Luo, let’s go together.”

“I’ll see him off. You two go ahead,” Zhang Xiluo refused. Since he was injured because of her, it was only right to escort him home.

“Take care of yourself then,” Jiang Xueting said anxiously, glancing back repeatedly as she walked away.

“Where are we going?” Zhang Xiluo recalled that at this time, Li Mingye had bought Zhou Yao an apartment, and besides that, he hadn’t been to any other place.

“What do you think?” Li Mingye leaned back, answering softly, seemingly unwilling to talk much.

Zhang Xiluo pondered for a moment and drove toward Beiyuan in Liuzhou. Halfway there, Li Mingye suddenly lost his temper.

“Zhang Xiluo, are you doing this on purpose?”

She was baffled. What was wrong with her? The doctor said he needed care, and sending him to Beiyuan, where his parents and servants were, would ensure a quick recovery.

“Aren’t you going to your parents’ place?”

“Yes.”

Zhang Xiluo glanced at him and turned the car toward the villa instead.

Thinking of the villa stirred a ripple in her heart. Li Mingye had restored the villa’s decorations exactly as they were; the photos were placed without the slightest deviation. He remembered everything so clearly.

What on earth did he mean by this...?

Zhang Xiluo wanted to leave after dropping Li Mingye off at the villa, but he stopped her.

“My injuries prevent me from doing many things. You have to help me.”

“I’ll find you a servant,” Zhang Xiluo said, unwilling to get entangled. “A caregiver would be more suitable.”

“I got hurt for you, and now you want to leave me to a caregiver?” Li Mingye frowned deeply, looking at her intently. “Zhang Xiluo, do you think that’s right?”

She had misunderstood him; he was hurt on her behalf, so she ought to take care of him a little.

But...

Zhang Xiluo felt conflicted. Reason told her she couldn’t stay.

They needed to understand their situation clearly and not get tangled up in these matters endlessly.

“Our relationship makes it inconvenient for me to care for you. If you don’t like a caregiver, you can contact Zhou Yao,” Zhang Xiluo said firmly as she calmed down. “Thank you for saving me. Bringing you back is already the greatest concession I’m making. You should know, I don’t want to see you.”

After saying this, Zhang Xiluo felt a weight lift from her heart.

She wanted Li Mingye to understand that there was no relationship left between them—only animosity.

Li Mingye remained silent for a moment, then looked up at Zhang Xiluo.

“I have some clues about who framed my uncle. Want to know?”

Li Mingye’s tactic of playing the victim failed, so he switched to temptation.

If they didn’t find out who framed his uncle, such things would happen again and again.

“You’re going to tell me?” Zhang Xiluo was moved. Li Mingye nodded and pointed to his arm. Zhang Xiluo understood.

“Alright, I’ll take care of you today. Tomorrow, I’ll find a caregiver or have Zhou Yao come,” Zhang Xiluo reluctantly went inside and followed Li Mingye upstairs.

Hearing Zhou Yao’s name, Li Mingye instinctively frowned; he didn’t want to hear that name from Zhang Xiluo.

Seeing his reaction, Zhang Xiluo deliberately repeated Zhou Yao’s name several times, making Li Mingye’s face darken with anger.

“Zhang Xiluo!”

“I’m here! Zhou Yao isn’t around now; she can come tomorrow.”

“...”

He thought she was the kind to be obedient and submissive in the past, but Zhang Xiluo now was full of rebellion!

If they wouldn’t let her be at peace, then they would all suffer together.

Li Mingye was now staying in her room. Although he had only left a short while ago, being here again felt like a lifetime had passed, and her mood suddenly grew heavy.

“Change your clothes?” Zhang Xiluo opened the wardrobe and took out a set of silk pajamas. Li Mingye shook his head.

“Shower first.”

“...”

Zhang Xiluo was speechless and frowned at him. “I’ll draw the bath for you, but you can’t take a shower.”

Li Mingye hummed and sat down to wait.

“Take off your clothes.” When Zhang Xiluo came out, Li Mingye said coldly, his face expressionless, as if nothing was wrong.

“Li Mingye, this isn’t right,” Zhang Xiluo refused. “We’re divorced. We can’t have physical contact.”

Li Mingye sighed lightly, began unbuttoning his shirt, but no matter how he tried, he couldn’t take it off.

Growing impatient, he tugged hard on the sleeve, causing the wound to rip open, bleeding freely.

Zhang Xiluo hurried forward and took the shirt from his hands. “I knew you were cold and ruthless, but I didn’t expect you to be so cruel to yourself. Your wound’s torn open!”

Her heart pounded in alarm. The buttons of his shirt were ripped apart.

He was so reckless; how could little Zhou Yao possibly endure this?

An unwanted image flashed in Zhang Xiluo’s mind, making her ears burn. She quickly thought of something else to clear her head.

Li Mingye said nothing, his lips curling into a faint but handsome smile as he looked down at Zhang Xiluo.

Zhang Xiluo helped him take off his shirt, then retrieved the first aid kit from the closet, unwrapped the bandages, applied medicine to stop the bleeding, and rewrapped the wound.

“I think you better not wash,” Zhang Xiluo said sincerely, tossing the bloodied bandages into the trash. “It’s best to have the wound treated at a hospital. Our home conditions are limited.”

“No need. You did a great job,” Li Mingye disagreed, standing up and grabbing Zhang Xiluo’s arm, leading her toward the bathroom. “Help me.”

Li Mingye was bare-chested, his physique a perfect inverted triangle with defined muscles, incredibly alluring.

Close behind him, she could clearly smell his unique scent, making her blush. She struggled a few times.

Zhang Xiluo hated him deeply but couldn’t stop her eyes from lingering on him, and her mind betrayed her again with forbidden fantasies—only this time, the heroine wasn’t Zhou Yao.

She was overwhelmed by desire!

Li Mingye pulled her into the bathroom and stood still, waiting for her help.

“I’ll find a caregiver. Wait a moment,” Zhang Xiluo tried to leave, but Li Mingye blocked her path, clearly displeased.

“I’m injured. You have a responsibility to take care of me.”

“I apologized for misunderstanding you. We’re divorced—it’s not appropriate to do these things,” Zhang Xiluo said, feeling he was deliberately trying to embarrass her.

He was a man who never let go of grudges.

The bathroom was filled with steam, blurring the view. Zhang Xiluo glared at Li Mingye, yet in his eyes, she seemed to see sadness and hurt, as if her words had wounded him.

“It’s just a shower. What are you imagining?” Li Mingye’s sharp eyes narrowed, his voice calm but firm. “Zhang Xiluo, your intentions are impure!”

Zhang Xiluo instantly blushed, thinking she had just been dizzy. Now, this mocking look was truly Li Mingye’s usual expression.

“I’m not! Stop talking nonsense!”

“If you’re not, then hurry up!”