“Leave,” An Ke remained calm facing Pei Xuanzhi. “I’ll let this slap go for your brother’s sake.”
“What did you say?” Pei Xuanzhi sneered, raising her hand to slap An Ke again.
“Enough is enough. I won’t let you hurt me again,” An Ke blocked her hand. Even while injured, she had enough strength to defend herself against this privileged young lady. However, her freshly bandaged wound began to bleed again, staining the white gauze.
When Cheng Hua and Aunt Lin arrived, this was the scene they witnessed. They were thankful An Ke was okay.
“Miss Pei, please leave,” Cheng Hua, who had no good feelings towards this woman, spoke firmly.
Pei Xuanzhi, despite her arrogance, was wary of Jun Hao’s people. She couldn’t understand why Pei Xuan Yan would risk his life like this.
“An Ke, let’s go,” Aunt Li said routinely.
“I’ll stay until I know he’s okay,” An Ke’s tone brook no argument.
The room fell silent. Cheng Hua and Aunt Li stood quietly, lost in thought.
The silence was broken by Jun Hao’s sudden appearance. Cheng Hua and Aunt Li tactfully withdrew.
He approached with a faint smile, embracing her upon seeing her bleeding arm and the slap mark on her face. Ignoring her struggle, he whispered, “I won’t allow anyone to harm what’s mine. Come with me.”
“Jun Hao, tell me he’ll be okay,” An Ke was unusually quiet, which made Jun Hao slightly uncomfortable.
He lifted her, disregarding the surprised looks, and gently placed her in the car’s backseat. As the car sped down the highway, just before entering the villa, he assured her: he would ensure Pei Xuan Yan would be fine. Though shot and confronted by Pei Xuanzhi, she hadn’t been weak, but now she felt like crying. Was it because someone definitively told her Pei Xuan Yan would be okay?
After parking, he firmly carried her inside. Cheng Hua and Aunt Li were already waiting at the door, heads lowered, expecting punishment.
As Jun Hao placed her on the bed, Aunt Lin entered. Before leaving, he simply said, “She is my woman.”
