After Being Betrayed, I Married a Tycoon in a Flash
Chapter 264: Mr. Sheng, the Building is Leaning

Chapter 264: Chapter 264: Mr. Sheng, the Building is Leaning

Fuck! Ye Shu thought, the Great Demon King could swoon someone to death with just a casual move.

She turned around, walked inside, while muttering, "So much nonsense, do you still want your wounds treated or not?"

"Of course, I do. If I died, my dear Mrs. Sheng would become a widow," Sheng Shaochen said with a hoarse voice that carried a mischievous tease.

Ye Shu gave him a silent glare. What kind of timing was it to still be in the mood for such silly jokes?

She quickened her pace, went to the cupboard, and took out a small medical kit, rummaging through it.

By the time she turned around, she saw that Sheng Shaochen had already lain on the bed, obediently, which nearly blinded her.

Ye Shu’s fingers tightened unconsciously around the medical kit, her heart warmed, and her eyes were slightly moist.

Could this be considered a textbook example of a loyal dog husband?

Thinking about how she had trained Sheng Shaochen from a Demon King into such an obedient and attentive husband now, Ye Shu felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

"Mrs. Sheng doesn’t plan to actually watch Mr. Sheng die with her eyes wide open, just to become a widow, right?" Sheng Shaochen said seriously, spouting nonsense.

Ye Shu’s eye twitched. Who curses themselves by calling themselves a widow over and over?

Indicating that Demon King Sheng, you are ruthless!

But this Miss is not a vegetarian either!

Dare to curse my husband, I will let you taste what happens when you provoke a protective wife demon.

Although the husband she needs to protect was the very man who cursed his husband right in front of her.

Er, why does this logic feel a bit strange?

"Didn’t Mr. Sheng say that he would comply with all of his wife’s commands?" Ye Shu pouted, holding up the bottle of disinfectant, and shook it.

"..." Sheng Shaochen’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, what was this little thing planning to do?

"Could it be that you were just placating Mrs. Sheng?" As Ye Shu spoke, she also pretended to be wronged, her little nose wrinkling, her big eyes brimming with moisture.

Even knowing she was playing the pity card, he couldn’t bear to see her teary-eyed and sorrowful expression.

Sheng Shaochen knew his girl was setting a trap for him yet still obediently jumped in, allowing her to manipulate him.

Under the light, Sheng Shaochen was buried in white velvet bedding, carelessly charismatic.

Perfect, just too perfect!

Demon King Sheng seemed like the creator’s favored child, with not an ounce of extra fat on his body, every casual move a captivating landscape.

Ye Shu’s girlish heart was utterly hooked.

She stepped toward Sheng Shaochen, pulled out a cotton swab, dabbed it with disinfectant, and smeared it haphazardly.

While smearing, she said, "Here, and here, and also here, here, all of these areas are infected, they need proper disinfection..." Any place on him that another woman might have even brushed against had to be disinfected.

Considering how small a cotton swab is, one can imagine how immense the task of disinfecting was for Ye Shu.

She was nearly exhausted like a dog after disinfecting his entire back.

The little jealousy in her heart had also mostly dissipated.

Yet Demon King Sheng was not satisfied.

After she declared she was finished, he spoke slowly, "There’s still half left to disinfect..."

Fuck! Demon King Sheng, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you!

No, Ye Shu thought she couldn’t handle it anymore. She was already worn out by just disinfecting half, if she continued, she would be the one to collapse.

She came to treat his wounds, okay, yet she ended up only focusing on disinfecting, and now the wound was about to split open, damn it.

Demon King Sheng you play-wife demon, do you dare not to lead the tune astray, damn it.

Ye Shu was so angry that her little face turned red. Soon, that redness spread across her body like a virus.

Under the light, she looked almost ready to cry from her fury.