Chapter 22 Wen Renzhen

Chapter 22 Wenren Zhen

"Dong"

Without thinking, Lin Furong punched Gu Nuan in the chest and glared at her angrily.

Gu Nuan had no idea that Lin Furong would rush over, much less that Lin Furong would take advantage of the chaos to punch himself in the dark.

Because he was unprepared, he immediately took two steps back from the beating and was hit on the waist by the edge of the basin. Gu Nuan immediately grinned in pain.

"Gu Nuan, even if you are so unhappy and unhappy with Lingling, you should come at me. It's enough just to hurt her once, but you still want to hurt her again? Do you have such a cruel sister?"

Lin Furong came with a questioning voice. She went over to protect gu ling, who had been lifted up by Jiang Haoxuan, and looked at Gu Nuan with disappointment in her eyes.

"Gu Nuan, I've always known that over the years, your heart has been filled with resentment towards me because I replaced your mother and made you lose your biological mother."

"But, Gu Nuan, touch your chest and ask yourself, have I ever treated you badly since I became your stepmother?"

"Mom,"

Gu Ling quickly dissuaded Lin Furong.

"Mom, stop talking. My sister didn't mean it just now, so don't provoke her. I'm fine. I just... Sprained my foot."

Gu Ling was worried that her mother would make a big fuss, and it would probably be worse. She didn't want to make it worse.

However, Lin Furong, who was in a rage at this time, obviously lost his usual calm and still spoke indignantly.

"Lingling, mom knows you care about your sister, but look at the way she pushed you down. Does she look like a little sister? They don't even recognize you as their sister, so why do you want to blame yourself?"

Lin Furong's heart ached as she watched Jiang Haoxuan carefully lift her daughter up.

"Lingling, she did this to your feet. Mom saw the way she pushed you."

"Mom..."

Gu Ling's foot had just stepped on the ground when a piercing pain hit her.

"My foot... Hurts."

When Lin Furong heard his daughter cry out in pain, he glared at Gu Nuan angrily.

"Gu Ling is so nice to you. You pushed her so hard. Gu Nuan, do you have any conscience?"

Gu Nuan frowned and was about to speak when Jiang Haoxuan took the lead.

"Okay, auntie, Gu Ling's foot is badly injured. Let's take her to the hospital for a checkup first."

Jiang Haoxuan said this and bent over to pick Gu Ling up horizontally. He looked at the woman in his arms who was in pain with her small face crumpled up and comforted her gently.

"Gu Ling, bear with it. I'll take you to the hospital now."

With that said, she turned around and walked out with Gu Ling in her arms, but her eyes swept past gu nuan's body with an obvious coldness and disgust in them.

Gu nuan saw that Jiang Haoxuan and Gu Ling had left and was about to leave. Just two steps later, she was stopped by Lin Furong behind her.

"Gu Nuan!" The cold voice was still filled with anger and unwillingness.

Gu Nuan turned around and felt a gust of wind beneath her feet. Before she could react, a foot swept over her. She was so unstable that she threw herself forward and fell to the ground in a dog-eat-dog position.

"You pushed Gu Ling, and that's what you deserve! We never owe you! Don't always look like a victim suffering!"

Lin Furong said this angrily, glared at Gu Nuan, and turned to walk towards the door.

Gu nuan stroked her burning cheek with her hand and looked at Lin Furong's departing figure. She clenched her lips and pulled out a bitter smile.

Never owed her anything? As expected, he was a robber, and even his words were robber logic!

She endured the pain and struggled to get up from the ground. Her teeth hit the cold hard floor, and blood had spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She frantically rummaged through her bag, only to find that she had just used up the tissues in the bathroom.

"Here,"

With a slightly familiar voice, a white handkerchief was handed to him.

Gu Nuan instinctively looked up and was immediately stunned because she saw Wenren Zhen standing in front of her, only a step away.

"Smell... Wenren Zhen."

She stammered and hurriedly tidied her clothes with her hands, but could not hide her embarrassment.

"Wipe the blood off the corner of your mouth, it's all up to your chin."

Wenren Zhen lowered her eyes slightly and her eyes fell on her red and swollen lips. Her brows furrowed in an almost inaudible frown.

He was dressed in a straight navy custom-made handmade suit, a beige shirt and navy trousers, not a world-famous brand, but his personal tailor-made was already higher than any other brand, unique and out of print, revealing his low-key, luxurious and meaningful temperament.

Gu nuan wiped the corners of her lips with a handkerchief. Soon, there was white blood on the clean handkerchief, bit by bit, like a peach blossom falling.

Gu Nuan looked at the handkerchief he had dirtied and wondered whether to return it to Wenren Zhen or throw it into the trash can next to him.

"Give it to me,"

Wenren Zhen reached out his hand just in time to solve Gu Nuan's confusion.

"It's dirty, or I'll wash it and return it to you."

Gu Nuan was embarrassed to return the handkerchief stained with his own blood to Wenren Zhen.

"No need,"

Wenren Zhen took the handkerchief and put it into his pocket naturally.

He didn't need Gu Nuan's help or his handkerchief.