Chapter 124: Hubby, It Hurts
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Upon hearing the word “wife,” Qi Shaoze’s expression contorted slightly.
Huo Sicheng’s gentle affection towards Gu Qingcheng.
His severe warnings.
And the gaze in Huo Sicheng’s eyes, although calm like the sea, held the promise of tumultuous waves.
Huo Sicheng warned that if he dared to touch Gu Qingcheng now, he would kill him.
He clenched his teeth, brimming with anger, and stared daggers at Huo Sicheng.
Huo Sicheng didn’t avert his gaze from Qi Shaoze at all. He unabashedly embraced Gu Qingcheng and announced to Qi Shaoze that she was his wife, beyond Qi Shaoze’s reach.
Qi Shaoze’s veins on his forehead bulged as his eyes locked onto Huo Sicheng like knives.
In a split second, the atmosphere turned icy, and a sense of murderous intent permeated the air. As tensions rose, Chu Yu and his team rushed to the scene.
“President Huo, are you okay?” he asked, noticing Huo Sicheng’s bleeding arm.
Wide-eyed, he exclaimed, “President Huo, you’re wounded.”
Chu Yu’s words snapped Gu Qingcheng out of her near-maniacal state, where she almost attacked the assassin.
“Huo Sicheng, tending to the wound is crucial.” Deeply concerned, she turned to Chu Yu, “Capture this woman, ensure she survives. I intend to interrogate her myself.”
Chu Yu’s worry about Huo Sicheng’s injury was evident, but he noted that Huo Sicheng’s focus was solely on Gu Qingcheng, ignoring his own wound.
Recognizing that his worry was unnecessary, Chu Yu shifted his attention to the tasks Gu Qingcheng assigned.
“Yes, madam.”
For the first time, Gu Qingcheng’s heart raced as she urged Huo Sicheng, “Huo
Sicheng, don’t just stand there. There’s a medical kit in the backstage lounge.
Let me help you dress the wound.”
Huo Sicheng responded, “Call me hubby.”
“This isn’t the time for that.” Hearing his words, Gu Qingcheng almost wanted to reprimand him. How could he make such a request in the midst of chaos?
Adjusting her approach, she coaxed, “Hubby, my dear hubby, let’s attend to your wound first. You’ve lost quite a bit of blood.”
Huo Sicheng’s spirits lifted as he heard Gu Qingcheng’s endearing address. He nodded and said, “Alright.”
Meanwhile, Oi Shaoze. observing the scene. seethed with anger.
Huo Sicheng was unmistakably provoking him by having Gu Qingcheng call him “hubby.”
Gu Qingcheng turned to Qi Shaoze and remembered his concerned reminder earlier. She assessed him quickly and sighed in relief when she saw that he was unharmed.
“Why are you lingering? It’s chaotic here; you should leave before you get hurt,” she advised Qi Shaoze.
Then, she led Huo Sicheng away from the disarrayed stage.
Qi Shaoze’s mood, previously glum, brightened somewhat as he witnessed Gu Qingcheng’s evident concern for him.
However, Huo Sicheng’s jealousy flared up. He resented that Gu Qingcheng openly showed concern for Qi Shaoze in his presence.
Inside the dressing room, Gu Qingcheng hastened to retrieve the medical kit.
She extracted disinfectant, iodine, bandages, and hemostatic medicine. Huo Sicheng’s injury was on his elbow, so she used scissors to snip his sleeve. Upon seeing the deep, bleeding wound, she was momentarily taken aback.
“Disinfection may cause a slight stinging sensation,” she warned as she applied iodine to the wound. “Endure it.”
Huo Sicheng’s wound was agonizingly painful, yet he bore it without a sound, his face turning pale.
After a brief moment, bitterness seeped into his heart, and he asked Gu
Qingcheng, his voice tinged with pain, “Do you empathize with me?”
“I do,” Gu Qingcheng blurted out, “How could I not? It’s such a deep wound.” Huo Sicheng didn’t find her words particularly touching.
“Your actions don’t reflect empathy,” he pointed out, his breathing uneven, his voice low and discontented. “You didn’t even offer soothing words, yet you treated the wound roughly.”
This declaration caused Gu Qingcheng to halt her actions abruptly. She had been exceedingly careful while dressing the wound.
“Did I hurt you?” She looked at Huo Sicheng, his eyes making her uneasy. They seemed to harbor emotions beneath their calm exterior.
Huo Sicheng handed her a pair of scissors.
“Cut me a few more times.
“Are you serious?” Gu Qingcheng stared at him in disbelief, “Why would I purposefully harm you?”
She couldn’t fathom his request to inflict pain on him.
“Another way to make you care is to make the wound larger,” he explained, his tone serious.
Gu Qingcheng was at a loss for words.
Was he out of his mind?
“Enough with the nonsense,” she snapped, retrieving the scissors from his hand and placing them aside. “Treating the wound is the priority.”
Huo Sichenz’s eves betraved a hint of hurt.
Was he merely playing around?
Couldn’t she perceive his jealousy?
He took back the scissors, extending them towards Gu Qingcheng.
“Cut me a few more times.
“What is wrong with you?” Gu Qingcheng’s frustration was palpable. “Why on earth would I harm you repeatedly? This is preposterous!” He was pushing boundaries!
He was speaking utter nonsense with a straight face!
“I am not your son; have you forgotten that?” What audacity!
She was addressing him as if he were a child.
“I’ve even played the role of your father. What harm is there in being your mother for a change?” Gu Qingcheng’s voice softened as she coaxed, “Behave, I promise I won’t cause you pain this time. Good boy, let me tend to you.”
Huo Sicheng was taken aback by Gu Qingcheng’s words.
“Do I truly resemble your son?”
What boldness!
She was using a tone as if she were addressing a child.
“I’ve acted as your father before; what harm is there in being your mother for a change?” Gu Qingcheng’s voice took on a tender note. “Behave, I promise I won’t cause you pain this time. Good boy, let me dress your wound.”
“Hmph!” Huo Sicheng snorted dismissively, “I’m not your son; I’m your husband.”
“Babe, allow me to tend to your wound.” Gu Qingcheng swiftly adjusted her tone and playfully said, “Is that acceptable?”
Upon hearing the term “babe,” Huo Sicheng appeared pleased.
Of course, what truly delighted him was Gu Qingcheng’s endearing playfulness.
“That’s more like it.” He extended his injured arm to Gu Qingcheng and added, “Call me hubby.”
“Hubby,” Gu Qingcheng sweetly complied, carefully dressing his wound to minimize discomfort.
Observing her worried expression and tender care, Huo Sicheng reassured her gently, “It’s just a minor wound; don’t fret. You needn’t worry.” Gu Qingcheng couldn’t help but worry about Huo Sicheng.
He was wounded because of her.
Despite enduring tremendous pain, he had refrained from voicing it.
Huo Sicheng’s steadfast resilience tugged at her heart.
“Lean back,” she instructed, supporting his shoulders to help him recline in the wheelchair, preparing to move him away from the scene.
“Hiss…” As Huo Sicheng settled into the wheelchair, a sharp intake of breath escaped him.
Concerned, Gu Qingcheng withdrew her support. “What’s wrong?”
Huo Sicheng’s complexion turned pale, and he seemed on the brink of disappearing.
“Nothing, ” he replied nonchalantly.
“Nothing? You don’t appear fine at all,” Gu Qingcheng furrowed her brows, peering at his back. “Lean forward; I need to examine your back.”
Before Huo Sicheng could react, Gu Qingcheng placed her hand on his back. Immediately, warmth met her palm, and upon inspection, she found her hand smeared with fresh blood.
“Huo Sicheng…” She was stunned.. “What happened to your back?”
