Second Take On Romance - The A-List Actor Wants Me
Chapter 138 : Inspecting Shen Jingwei’s Wounds

Chapter 138: Chapter 138 : Inspecting Shen Jingwei’s Wounds

"Yaya, such a good girl."

Song Yaya shrieked from joy when Yan Renzhong scooped her from the ground and cuddled her to his chest.

Wen Guilin, unperturbed by the beautiful display of sibling love, quickly ushered all of them into the house.

"Go inside, quick, quick. We don’t want more pictures and videos to circulate on social media!"

Both Wen Guilin and Zhu Dongyi were aghast to see the back of Shen Jingwei’s clothes.

"Dear God, Little Shen! Are you alright???"

"Yes, it is not as bad as it seems," Shen Jingwei dismissed her concern with a casual hand wave.

"We don’t know that yet," Yan Renzhong said with a frown. He gave the whining Song Yaya to Song Xiaoling before he dragged Shen Jingwei away.

"Come with me, Jingbao. Let me take a good look at you."

He led him into a small room. It was located just next to the living room.

The room was furnished in a simple manner, with only one bed, a wardrobe, a study desk, and a chair. A bright blue curtain hung over the closed window.

"This is where I stay whenever I come to visit," Yan Renzhong explained. "The last time I visited here was probably a year ago."

Afterward, he often invited Song Xiaoling and Song Yaya to spend the night in his apartment at Red Jade Pavilion instead.

Nevertheless, the room was clean and well taken care of. Not a single particle of dust stuck to the furniture or the floor. The bedding too, was fresh and clean.

If anything, it was too clean and tidy.

Although this room was reserved for Yan Renzhong’s personal use, the latter was very careful not to leave any trace of himself inside the room.

"Have they stayed in this house for a long time?" Shen Jingwei asked as he looked around in curiosity.

"Yes. I moved them here secretly to get away from Song Zhuguan."

"I see."

Shen Jingwei nodded his head slowly in apprehension.

Behind him, the door was locked with a clicking sound.

"What are you waiting for?" Yan Renzhong asked with a raised eyebrow. "Strip."

"....."

Shen Jingwei inadvertently shielded his chest with both arms while making a scandalized face at Yan Renzhong.

"Can you not ask nicely?"

Yan Renzhong pulled his lips into a thin, taut line.

"Jingbao, sweet lad, wilt thou unrobe,

That I may gaze upon thy lovely skin,

And marvel at its beauty, soft and pure?" He spoke like an actor playing a role in a Shakespearean play.

Shen Jingwei gagged. He then rubbed his arms vigorously, dispelling the goosebumps that prickled his skin.

"Forget it," he snapped. "I will take off my clothes."

With a self-sufficient smile hanging from his lips, Yan Renzhong leaned against the wall. His arms were folded before his chest, with a leg casually crossed against his other one.

Although Shen Jingwei deliberately turned his back to Yan Renzhong, he could still sense the latter’s eyes following his every movement.

He must be enjoying this strip show very much, the perverted man, Shen Jingwei thought to himself.

One by one, his clothes came off, pooling around his ankles.

Fully naked, Shen Jingwei turned his head slightly to Yan Renzhong.

"Well?"

Before the word was fully off his lips, Yan Renzhong’s warm hands were already tracing the contours of his back, gliding over his shoulder blades and down his spine to rest at the tantalizing curve of his waist.

"Hmm..." Yan Renzhong’s soft hum was heard, his breath blowing gently at Shen Jingwei’s neck.

Shen Jingwei closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He stood rigidly like a wooden toy soldier, letting Yan Renzhong touch him as much as he pleased.

It turned out that Yan Renzhong needed more than just his hands and eyes to check for any visible wounds.

He also needed his lips.

"Yan Renzhong!" Shen Jingwei snapped. "What are you doing!"

"Hold still."

Yan Renzhong rubbed his hand against a faint scratch mark on Shen Jingwei’s back.

"You did not get away unscathed after all."

"It doesn’t even bleed, does it? Ouch...!"

"What is it? Does it hurt?" Yan Renzhong asked while probing at the scratch mark with his fingers again.

"No, but my toes do."

"Huh?"

"... I think it was when I stumbled upon a rock... Yan Renzhong!"

Without warning, Yan Renzhong lifted Shen Jingwei’s naked body to his arms and carried him to the bed.

And then, he lifted Shen Jingwei’s ankles and inspected his toes one by one. Two toes on his right foot were slightly reddened.

"It just hurts a little bit," Shen Jingwei said. "Nothing major."

Yan Renzhong sighed.

"You hurt yourself for my sake again," he said before proceeding to rub the reddened toes, drawing a hiss from Shen Jingwei’s throat.

"A man’s scars tell tales of bravery, forged in the crucible of battle," Shen Jingwei stated with pride after he pulled his foot out of Yan Renzhong’s grip.

Yan Renzhong responded with a cold, flat stare.

"The next time you fight a battle, please come prepared with your own weapon of choice. Otherwise, you will not be a hero, just a fool who lives for far too long."

"....."

Ouch.

"Wait here. I will get some ointment."

Yan Renzhong left the room. Everyone else, including two police officers, was waiting in the small living room.

"Did Little Shen hurt himself anywhere?" Wen Guilin quickly asked.

Yan Renzhong shook his head.

"I only see a faint scratch mark and two reddened toes from when he stumbled over a rock. Otherwise, there is none."

"We would like to take Mr. Shen’s ripped clothes away as another piece of evidence," one of the two police officers piped up.

"Sure," Yan Renzhong said. "I will bring them out in a little bit."

"Now that we have gathered irrefutable evidence, we can hold Mr. Song accountable for his attempt on Mr. Shen’s life and ensure he remains behind bars," the other police officer explained.

"Wait a minute!"

Song Xiaoling shot to her feet.

"Are you going to arrest my father???"

The two police officers stared at her in confusion.

"Well, yes, that was our plan."

"Please don’t!"

Song Xiaoling gave Yan Renzhong a beseeching look.

"Renzhong, he is still our father. Can’t we just send him back to the rehabilitation institute and make sure he doesn’t leave there anymore?"