Miss Truth
Chapter 149 - 95: Suffering for Nothing

Chapter 149: Chapter 95: Suffering for Nothing

"No need." Su Fu said coldly.

The fatal injuries on his body were all concentrated on his upper body. Although there were many injuries on his lower body, they were all superficial and could heal in a few days even without treatment.

Perhaps feeling that his tone was too harsh, Su Fu added another sentence, "Thank you."

"With flesh gaping and skin split, I’m not in the mood to appreciate it either. If you are unwilling, then forget it." Ran Yan wiped the blood from her hands with a wet cloth and knelt down on a mat beside the table.

"May I stay here for one night? Just leaning here would suffice," Su Fu said, then lowered his eyes as if he felt this request was a desecration to an unmarried woman, and also because Ran Yan might not agree.

"It’s not impossible, but you must give me a reason," Ran Yan said as she poured two cups of water, handing one to Su Fu.

Su Fu took the water, thanked her, and drank it all at once, then continued, "In order to retrieve this skeleton, I sold myself as an assassin for someone. He originally promised to return the skeleton after five years, and today marks the end of that five-year contract. But I hold too many of his secrets, so he set an ambush to kill me, and the place where I was staying might also have been exposed, so..."

Su Fu caressed a bundle beside him, his face seemingly revealing a trace of warmth, making his already handsome face more breathtaking.

Ran Yan glanced at the tightly guarded bundle and said, "Clean yourself up and then sleep on the couch."

Su Fu was taken aback for a moment, Ran Yan had already thrown him a clean cloth and went out to change the water.

By the time Ran Yan brought the water back in, he still had a dumbfounded expression. Such an expression on a stoic man’s face was indeed amusing. Ran Yan smiled faintly, put down the water, and went to the outer room to randomly pick some Medical Books to read.

After a moment, Ran Yan heard the sound of water from the inside.

After flipping through more than ten pages, Ran Yan heard the inside quiet down and she coughed. After waiting for a while and seeing no response, she lifted the curtain and walked in. To her surprise, she saw Su Fu, his body naked—strictly speaking, only his upper body wrapped in cloth. He was slightly tilting his head and the orange light cast shadows under his eyes, and whether his temples were wet from rain or sweat, several strands of dark hair stuck to his pale cheeks. His jaw had a minor injury, with a two-inch-long wound leaking bright red blood that made his face enticingly seductive.

Su Fu was wrapping a cloth around his thigh roots, covering his key parts. However, his solid waist and buttocks, along with his muscular and proportionate legs, did not disappoint at all—from his profile to his sturdy shoulders, powerful arms, robust chest and abdomen, slender yet strong waist, and his long legs, every line was flawless and exquisite.

Ran Yan’s gaze fell on his bent legs and because of the lighting, a shadow fell between his legs. Instantly, her face stiffened and she blushed even more.

She had seen many male bodies, but most of those she saw were stiff corpses. Even when performing live autopsies, those men sat upright allowing her to examine them, never such seductive postures!

At that moment, Su Fu’s wounds all over his body were painfully throbbing. Although he heard Ran Yan’s footsteps outside, he did not expect that she would enter without even asking. He wanted to pretend not to notice, hoping Ran Yan would leave on her own, but she not only did not leave, she also watched with interest, making it impossible for him to ignore.

Su Fu slowly turned his head, his expression flickering uncertainly as he fixed his gaze on Ran Yan.

The room was silent, the two looking at each other for a long time.

When Su Fu saw where Ran Yan’s gaze was, his pale cheeks suddenly filled with a flush. Trying to appear calm, he pulled a bloody garment next to him to cover what needed to be covered, trying to make his voice steady and cold, "How could you come in without asking first!"

"Had I not asked?" Ran Yan had just coughed to signal him that she was entering.

However, Su Fu failed to understand and took it as a normal cough, thus he did not speak to stop her, which led to this awkward situation.

As the two glared at each other, Ran Yan felt somewhat uncertain. Su Fu had once said that after seeing his body, she either had to become his wife or die. Ran Yan wanted neither, so she tentatively said, "You... I took you in out of kindness, and it was merely an accidental glance. Besides, I didn’t see anything significant. How about considering this as you repaying me?"

Su Fu remained silent for a long time, an assassin-like aura bursting from him. Ran Yan was on high alert, even clutching the sedatives hidden in her sleeve tightly in her palm. However, Su Fu’s murderous intent gradually subsided, and he hummed faintly, continuing to bandage himself.

Originally, Su Fu wanted to propose marriage to her, but when the words reached his lips, he suddenly thought of the woman’s identity before him. She was Ran Yan, legitimate daughter of the Ran family. Although his Medicine King Su family was not bad, it still could not compare with the Ran family, not to mention that he was just an expendable illegitimate son of the Su family; dreaming of marrying Ran Yan was as fanciful as daytime dreaming.

If he were to propose to the Ran family, he would likely become the laughingstock of Suzhou immediately.

He was a man, after all. He could not demand that she become his wife, knowing well the disparity in their status, simply because she had inadvertently seen his body. Ultimately, it was he himself who had sought refuge here this night, so he could only chalk this up as a loss.

Unaware of all these thoughts running through Su Fu’s mind, Ran Yan saw that he had agreed and felt somewhat relieved. She silently retreated to the outer room.

Su Fu’s deep gaze followed the swaying curtain, his eyes lowered as he continued with the bandaging.

Ran Yan stood awkwardly in the outer room. She had seen countless men’s bodies, albeit all corpses, but aren’t their structures all the same? Why did it feel like she had taken advantage of someone this time!

"Alright," Su Fu’s voice came from inside, several times colder than usual.

Ran Yan coughed dryly, paused for a moment before going in, and did not look at Su Fu, but straightened the bed, "You sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the floor."

"I’ll lean here, you... do you have men’s clothing?" Su Fu knew that many ladies liked to wear men’s clothing and so it was not too abrupt to ask.

Ran Yan glanced at Su Fu, seeing that his clothes were indeed beyond salvage and stained with fresh blood. She dug through a chest for a while and pulled out a light brown round-necked men’s garment, "I’ve never worn this before, make do with it."

Su Fu quickly put it on, and truly, it was just making do. This garment was tailored for Ran Yan’s size, and it was stretched tight on Su Fu’s tall frame, clearly outlining his body’s curves. It seemed that any slightly more significant movement might cause it to burst.

The two sat in silence for a while before slowly beginning to tidy up the aftermath in the room.

As the night deepened, Ran Yan once again urged Su Fu to lie on the bed. For Ran Yan, that platform was merely slightly raised from the ground, hardly a bed at all, sleeping on the floor or on the platform made no difference, but Su Fu insisted on sleeping on the ground.

The bedding, usually managed by Miss Xing, was unknown to Ran Yan. After looking around for a while, she could only find one blanket. She pulled out a mat from the bed for Su Fu to use as bedding. She slept on the platform; she slept on the ground.

After much fussing, they finally each laid down peacefully. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket or monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)