Chapter 100 - The Child

Rose had closed her eyes, no longer paying attention to everything happening around her. Despite facing her most intimate man, she remained relatively conservative in this regard, even the coquettish side was just to please him more.

At this moment, from Rose's chest down to her abdomen, was wrapped in white cloth strips, emitting the scent of Chinese medicine mingling with Rose's intoxicating body fragrance, particularly refreshing.

Yang Chen squinted, picked up a delicate pair of scissors from the bedside drawer, and began cutting at the bandages. The wraps weren't too tight, so they gradually fell off onto the bed as he cut, revealing Rose's skin underneath.

"What are you doing, honey?" Rose felt something unusual and asked strangely when she saw this scene.

Yang Chen didn't respond, just focused on carefully cutting away all the bandages, revealing the gunshot wound beneath. Although it was somewhat painful, Rose didn't pay much attention to it. She just looked at her gruesome wound, feeling sorrowful as she worried that Yang Chen might dislike it. After all, no one would want their partner to have a hole in their body.

In reality, the injury wasn't too severe for Rose, but if the gunshot left a scar on her abdomen, for a naturally beautiful and vain young woman like her, that would be the hardest thing to accept.

Yang Chen looked at the fresh red wound before him, pityingly glanced at Rose, and comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm not some delicate flower who can't stand the sight of blood. To me, this wound is like a soldier's medal; I'll only love it, not hate it."

"But I don't like it," Rose murmured softly, turning her head away.

Yang Chen smiled and suddenly lifted the scissors in his hand, cutting down on the tip of his other index finger without hesitation! As the blood gushed from his fingertip, it dripped onto Rose's wound...

Feeling the cool liquid on her wound, Rose turned her head in confusion, her beautiful eyes instantly filled with shock.

"Honey, you..."

"Don't speak! Don't move! No matter what you see or feel, don't move!" Yang Chen sternly interrupted Rose.

Seeing Yang Chen's serious expression, Rose dared not say more and could only watch as his blood continued to flow and drop onto her wound.

Soon, Rose began to feel a tingling sensation at her wound, an indescribable and peculiar feeling, as if some force was pulling and manipulating her muscles, completely beyond her control. The pain around the wound gradually disappeared, replaced by a strange sensation of warmth and numbness.

But what happened next was beyond Rose's imagination...

Yang Chen had just cut open his fingertip wound, which had only been open for a few seconds, yet it was visibly scabbing over and self-repairing at an incredible speed! Yang Chen furrowed his brow, picked up the scissors again, and mercilessly cut open the newly formed scar, causing blood to once again drip down. It was as if that finger didn't belong to him, showing no mercy.

In this manner, Yang Chen's finger continuously scabbed over and healed, only to be cut open again by himself, all to ensure that the blood kept dripping. The pain of continuously injuring oneself on a wound was unimaginable!

Rose finally understood what Yang Chen meant by "feeling." It was indeed unbearable, not because her body felt itchy and unbearable, but because when she saw Yang Chen repeatedly cutting open his fingertips with cold scissors, letting the blood flow, it felt as though the scissors were piercing her heart! But seeing Yang Chen so focused on dripping his own blood onto her wound, Rose dared not move, feeling the tears that had just stopped flowing welling up in her eyes again.

All the tears that hadn't flowed in her life seemed to come back on this morning.

Was he continuously self-harming, using his own blood to "heal" her?

After about seven or eight minutes, Yang Chen's finger healed itself for who knows how many times. Seeing that the blood from Rose's wound had almost stopped, he put down the scissors, wiped his fingers with a tissue, and his fingers seemed to have no wounds at all.

Rose lay on the bed, staring blankly at Yang Chen. Somehow, her beautiful oval face had regained some color, and her jade-like features appeared incredibly soft and charming.

"It's all done. Rest for another ten minutes or so, and you should be fine," Yang Chen said with a smile.

Rose seemed to finally come to her senses. After hesitating for a while, she asked, "Why did this happen... I was seriously injured just now, but now I feel like the wound has healed..."

"Don't overthink it. Just think of my blood as the most advanced healing potion," Yang Chen replied calmly.

"But..."

"Don't 'but'." Yang Chen appeared unusually calm, with a hint of detachment in his gaze. "I don't want people to see me as a monster, so don't ask me too much about this, okay?"

Seeing the fleeting sadness on Yang Chen's face, Rose immediately stopped questioning. She had never seen Yang Chen reveal such profound sorrow. What kind of secrets did this man's body hold? What kind of past was tormenting him? Behind his seemingly glorious strength, what kind of dark world was there?

"You're not a monster..." Rose said firmly.

"Being able to heal immediately after being injured, even if falling from a dozen floors, coming out unscathed... Isn't that monstrous? I can't even believe it myself..."

"If I say you're not, then you're not!" Rose extended a warm hand and placed it on the back of Yang Chen's hand, showing a bit of coquetry and stubbornness.

Yang Chen sighed, "But some people don't think so."

"Then I'll be a monster with you."

"Silly..."

The warm and sweet tranquil moments always seemed to pass quickly. After a while of affection between Rose and Yang Chen in the bedroom, there came a knock on the door from outside.

Apart from a few trusted confidants whom Rose valued the most, no one dared to knock on this door.

"Come in," Rose said lazily.

Carefully pushing open the door was Xiao Zhao, the round-faced young man. He had a solemn expression on his face before entering, furrowing his brow. But upon seeing Rose sitting upright on the bed, dressed in a clean white nightgown and smiling at him, seemingly devoid of any illness, he wondered if he was seeing things!

"Sis... you... how..." Xiao Zhao stuttered.

"How? My recovery is too fast for you? Are you not happy about it?" Rose teased.

"No no no..." Xiao Zhao waved his hands frantically. He couldn't understand how Rose, who had just been treated for a gunshot wound and was unconscious, suddenly seemed perfectly fine. Glancing at Yang Chen, who was yawning nearby, Xiao Zhao couldn't help but wonder if this miraculous recovery was due to this mysterious man... But Yang Chen wasn't a doctor, let alone Doraemon. How could he make Rose recover immediately?

Nevertheless, Rose's miraculous recovery brought a smile to Xiao Zhao's face, and he regained his confidence.

"Sis, it's great that you're awake. Otherwise, we wouldn't know what to do next. Someone wants to come to our bar to see you," Xiao Zhao said.

"Who?"

"It's... your father, the President of the Western Alliance Society. He's also brought several other leaders of the society, saying they want to visit you and inquire about your condition," Xiao Zhao carefully explained.

A barely noticeable gleam flashed in Rose's eyes as she glanced at Yang Chen. Yang Chen responded with an indifferent look. Rose nodded in understanding and said to Xiao Zhao, "You go out first and take care of them. Tell the guys not to be handsy and to avoid any disputes. I'll take a shower and come out later."

"Okay, sis..." Xiao Zhao hesitated for a moment but still asked with concern, "But sis, are you really okay?"

"You'll see in a moment."

After Xiao Zhao left, Rose shyly looked at Yang Chen. "Honey, why don't you leave first? I want to take a shower."

"I'll keep watch for you," Yang Chen said solemnly.

Rolling her eyes, Rose seemed immune to Yang Chen's rascally behavior.

Yang Chen, finding no sweet deal to indulge in, reluctantly left the bedroom with a pat on his buttocks and walked towards the bar hall. As soon as he entered the hall, he felt the oppressive atmosphere suffocating, with quite a number of people already seated, the place bustling with activity. Each side had at least twenty or thirty individuals, all wearing dark expressions, sinister smiles on their faces.

On one side of the bar were several key figures from the Hongjing Society, including Xiao Zhao and other young leaders. The Hongjing Society, having been established not long ago, consisted mostly of young people. Despite their rapid growth in influence, they often displayed excessive bravery in many confrontations with the Ximeng Society, lacking in experience and strategic finesse.

On the other side, representatives from the Ximeng Society were led by Qiangwei's father, Situ Mingze, along with his entourage. Situ Mingze didn't resemble Qiangwei much in facial features, but was equally imposing. Dressed in a white Burberry checkered shirt and wearing a silver Rolex watch, he looked like an ordinary urban middle-aged white-collar worker, far from the image of a gangster.

At this moment, Situ Mingze was sitting on a black leather sofa, crossing his legs and holding a purple clay teapot, leisurely sipping tea, completely at ease. Alongside him sat several imposing figures with different styles of attire. To Yang Chen's surprise, Zhang Hu, whom he knew, was also sitting next to Situ Mingze, showing no reaction upon seeing Yang Chen, as if he didn't recognize him at all.

While the henchmen from both sides were tense, some of the big shots from the Ximeng Society were relaxed, chatting leisurely, seemingly unconcerned. It was evident that these seasoned leaders from the Ximeng Society had a vast gap in experience and composure compared to the members of the Hongjing Society, who were mostly young and inexperienced.

Yang Chen had only seen Situ Mingze in photos before; this was the first time seeing him in person. Ironically, this well-preserved man was his "father-in-law." However, considering that Qiangwei had already turned against him, Yang Chen decided to spare himself the trouble of acknowledging the relationship.

"Xiao Zhao, why are you just sitting there staring blankly? Come over here and fix me a Bloody Mary." Yang Chen waved at Xiao Zhao, resembling a little leopard, unwilling to join the absurd show of force with the others, preferring to have a drink and wait for Qiangwei to come out.

Although Xiao Zhao found the situation a bit awkward, he didn't dare to refuse Yang Chen's summons. He immediately got up from his seat and went to make the drink for Yang Chen.

This scene drew the curious gaze of everyone in the tense atmosphere of the bar hall. Among the seated big shots from the Ximeng Society, a young man with a thin face, smoking a pipe, raised an eyebrow, pointed at Yang Chen, and chuckled sarcastically, "Are you the little white-faced guy raised by that despicable person?"