Chapter 357 The Mad Young Master 18 (1/2)

Chapter 357 The Mad Young Master 18 "Who let you come out alone?"

Lu Qianhan suddenly reached out and grabbed her slender shoulder, the force so great that she winced in pain.

He stared at her, almost gritting his teeth as he forced out the angry, trembling question, which he himself didn't even realize was uttered in a loud voice.

But he still took off his coat and awkwardly draped it over her shoulders.

"The quality of the medicinal herbs from the Lu family is not good, I'll go and buy some."

Zi Xi waved the medicine packet in front of him, her tone unchanged.

Lu Qianhan's gaze swept over the medicine packet, and an idea uncontrollably popped into her head.

She nearly died while trying to buy medicine to help him recover!

This realization instantly dispelled his anger, transforming it into an indescribable feeling of gratitude.

She actually cares about him so much and keeps him in her heart.

"These are for my adoptive mother. She will need to nourish herself with medicinal cuisine after her surgery next week. Some of the herbs are of good quality and relatively rare, so we need to prepare them in advance."

Lu Qianhan's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he was about to say something when he heard Zi Xi continue to explain softly.

"..."

All the words that Lu Qianhan was about to say froze instantly.

It wasn't for him after all.

A strange sense of unease crept into his heart.

The old wounds aggravated by the fierce battle earlier also seemed to be throbbing, more painful than any injury I had ever sustained.

Lu Qianhan pursed his thin lips, his jawline tightened, and the pressure around him instantly dropped several degrees. He turned his head and gave a cold, hard laugh.

Zi Xi carefully put the herb packet back into the cloth bag. As she stood up, her gaze swept over his slightly pale face and furrowed brows. She thought that since he was so weak, he should be able to eat some medicinal food to nourish himself.

"Mr. Lu, would you like to have some medicinal cuisine to help you recover?"

Out of habit as a doctor, she asked casually.

In an instant, Lu Qianhan felt that his annoying headache had lessened by more than half.

The unhappiness in my heart seemed to be blown away by the wind, and a secret joy uncontrollably emerged.

"Hmph, since you've invited me... then I'll reluctantly give it a try."

Lu Qianhan could barely suppress the urge to smile, so he glanced at her with feigned indifference and let out a soft snort.

The car on the way back to the Lu family residence was no different from the one on the way there; it was still that low-key but highly defensive black sedan, driving back to the Lu family's old residence.

The driver had changed; he was one of Lu Qianhan's true confidants who had arrived right after him and was now driving without looking to the side.

The partition between the front and rear seats was also raised to create an absolutely private space.

A subtle tranquility filled the car, where Lu Qianhan and Zi Xi sat side by side in the back seat.

The killing intent emanating from him had not completely dissipated, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

There was still a trace of blood from an accidental cut on her forehead, and when she lowered her eyes and remained silent, she possessed a broken yet sharp beauty.

With his flawless face, he looked exactly like someone who had been through a war, which made Zi Xi take a few more glances.

Not long after the car started moving smoothly, Lu Qianhan suddenly frowned slightly, raised her hand to rub her temples, and took a low breath. The sound was not loud, but it was enough for the person next to her to hear clearly.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Zi Xi turned to look at him and saw that he had his eyes closed, his face seemed even paler than before, and his thin lips were tightly pressed together, as if he was enduring pain.

"Ouch, my head hurts so much..."

"It's probably because the movement was too strong and aggravated the old injury."

Lu Qianhan's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of pitifulness that was barely perceptible.