Reincarnated as the Villain's Sister
Chapter 74: Wound

Chapter 74: Wound

Wang Jingyuan stood there like nothing happened. His shirt sleeve was torn, let’s ghis face pale, but his lips, tinged with red, pulled into a slight smirk.

It was the kind of expression that didn’t match the moment at all—cool, aloof, like the pain didn’t even register.

He looked like a fallen aristocrat with a switchblade. Or a vampire caught mid-meal.

However, the person himself appeared as if he hadn’t even noticed the wound as he raised his arm, seemingly ready to give that person another lesson.

Lu Qingyan couldn’t bear to watch anymore, so she walked over and directly held his wrist.

From close up, that long and narrow wound looked even more sinister as the blood gurgled out of his overturned flesh, it even caused her hand that was holding onto his to tremble slightly.

He raised his arm again, bloody and trembling, ready to land another blow. There was no expression on his face except that wry, chilling smirk—as if this whole scene was just another dull page in his already torn-apart life.

Lu Qingyan’s breath hitched.

She had seen enough.

"Just ignore them. You’re injured, you need to hurry and go to the hospital to get emergency treatment."

From up close, the wound looked even worse. The gash along his arm was long and jagged, the flesh split unevenly like someone had tried to carve out a piece of him. Blood bubbled at the edges, warm and too red, and Lu Qingyan nearly gagged at the sight of it.

Wang Jingyuan glanced lightly at the wound on his arm and said without a change in expression, "It’s nothing."

And just like that, he placed one foot firmly on the chest of the man writhing below him. It wasn’t a stomp—it was worse.

It was casual, leisurely, like he was weighing down a broken umbrella or crushing a cigarette butt.

He leaned down, and his voice dropped to a whisper, cold and dripping with venom. "Give him a longer lesson. How good is that?"

How good, indeed.

So next time this blind dog wouldn’t come sniffing around the wrong person

But the second he made that movement, his wound tore wider. Blood spilled with new urgency, painting the cuff of his shirt and dripping onto the pavement below.

"Wait!"

Lu Qingyan suddenly raised her voice, causing Wang Jingyuan gaze to pause.

When he turned around to face her, he saw her frowning while staring at his wound. She said, "How is that nothing? You need to go to the hospital."

She could tell how deep the wound must be from just a glance, but this person didn’t have a reaction at all.

Lu Qingyan revealed an expression of displeasure and unhappiness, she even gestured with her hands, "Such a large split and you’re calling it nothing? Then does your entire arm have to be chopped off before it’s considered a problem?"

"Why are you like this? Why don’t you cherish your body at all? Sss —— I feel pain just from looking at it."

In addition to sounding displeased, her tone also carried some anxiousness that was hard to conceal.

The reason why she was so anxious was because she was worried that although he looked alright now, he might end up fainting due to excessive blood loss.

They’re done for if she needed to single-handedly carry him to the hospital.

She knitted her brows as if she wanted to utilize the light outside to see the state of his injury.

Wang Jingyuan looked at her, his eyelashes drooping slightly, creating a shallow shadow under them.

His eyes were hidden within those looming shadows.

His gaze slowly roamed around her body, and while in a daze, some pictures suddenly flashed through his mind.

The memory of one’s childhood often fades prematurely as it sinks into their subconsciousness, but some fragments are carved deeply and cannot be forgotten.

In his mind, a memory flickered. A younger version of himself standing in a dim hallway, holding his bleeding arm.

He had come home scraped up and bruised—again.

She had passed him with perfume trailing behind her and a designer bag dangling from her wrist. That woman.

She hadn’t even spared him a glance.

Not even when he had leaned against the doorway, blood staining his sleeve.

The old electric fan creaked and groaned as he quietly leaned against the door. The dim light of the house fell on his face.

Then, he slowly pulled up his sleeves and looked at the would on his arm without any expression.

At that time, he thought that she hadn’t seen it, so maybe if he had been more obvious about it, or maybe if the wound had been deeper, or maybe if he had verbally reminded her, then maybe—

Just maybe, she would have squatted down to examine his wounds while asking him full of heartache if it was serious, and if he was being bullied.

It was later that he knew, she simply did not care.

It was like raising a pet at home, she’ll play with it when she’s happy and kick it aside when she’s not.

Who cares what it thought.

He did not respond and remained silent.

Some things never healed. They just hardened.

Lu Qingyan thought that it was because the pain finally caught up to him.

She rubbed her forehead and kicked aside the struggling person on the ground. She even stepped on the head that he had managed to lift up after great difficulty.

She ferociously said, "Originally I was going to call the police, but I’ll let you go this time."

As a matter of fact, even if they had reported to the police, considering the wretched states of the three people, it would be difficult to explain in a short amount of time who had beaten up whom.

She turned back to Wang Jingyuan and tugged his sleeve, careful not to touch the wound.

She pulled Wang Jingyuan and said, "Let’s go, I’ll accompany you to the hospital."