"You moron! Quickly cover the pot with its cover!" For some unknown reason, Yi Duanfang roared with rage instead of feeling sympathetic towards Chen Kexin when he saw her panicked.
Yi Duanfang's angry roar shocked Chen Kexin so much so that she went blank for a moment and did not realize that fire had gone onto her hand.
"Ah!" When Chen Kexin finally felt the pain on her hand, she dropped the pot onto the floor. She held on to her hand and immediately burst into tears.
Upon hearing the commotion, Wang Weixi came out from his room only to see Yi Duanfang putting a cover on the pot which was sitting on the floor, while Chen Kexin was holding on to her right hand with her left hand, her face streaked with tears.
The fire on the gas hob continued burning.
"Are you alright, dear?" Wang Weixi hurried over to Chen Kexin and held up her hand to have a good look, while he ignored the burning fire on the stove.
Apparently, a layer of skin on Chen Kexin's right thumb was burnt. In frenzy, she retracted her hand from Wang Wenxi's grip and turned her face away in an attempt to stop herself from crying.
"What happened, Dear? Are you angry?" Chen Kexin never had to endure such suffering. While Wang Weixi was filled with remorse and guilt, he was at a loss of what to do.
Yi Duanfang lifted the pot and set it down, turned off the stove and turned to leave. He sighed as he stole a glance at the two who remained silent.
As he reflected on what happened a moment ago, he was indeed too severe. Feeling a little embarrassed, he said, "I am sorry, Kexin. I didn't mean to shout at you, it was just that I panicked..."
Wang Weixi turned around and glared at Yi Duanfang as he grumbled, "You knew Kexin didn't know what to do. I had asked that you watch her in the kitchen. What have you been doing?!"
Yi Duanfang stood there, feeling somewhat embarrassed yet wronged. Why would you blame me for your wife's stupidity?
"Let me have another look at your hand, Dear. Come, I will bandage it for you." While Wang Weixi reached out to take Chen Kexin's hand, she remained turned away from him and held on to her hand, refusing to let Wang Weixi take a look at it.
Feeling pained, Wang Weixi said, "I am sorry, dear, it's all my fault. What's most pressing now is for me to attend to your wound first, will you?"
Chen Kexin shook her head in refusal. Initially, Yi Duanfang was still feeling a little guilty. However, as he witnessed Chen Kexin's childish tantrum, he was angered once again.
Wang Weixi remained patient as he coaxed, "Will you stop being angry, dear. Come, let me attend to your burn." As he pulled Chen Kexin towards him, she began to cry out in pain.
"Is it painful?" Wang Weixi blew lightly on her injured finger and led her out of the kitchen.
Yi Duanfang, who was left standing there was not at all happy. He was wondering to himself what he had done?!
After a long time, just when Yi Duanfang was about to doze off, Wang Weixi finally exited from the room, wearing a dark expression on his face.
Yi Duanfang sighed as if he empathized with Wang Weixi.
Wang Weixi sat down. "It's all your fault," he said with indifference.
Yi Duanfang kept silent as he looked down and played on his mobile phone. Although he was usually dramatic and talkative, he was keenly aware of Wang Weixi's personality. At this very moment, Wang Weixi was obviously infuriated. He would be digging his own grace if he were to speak up to him.
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Saving Wang
RomanceWang Weixi, a boy from a mountain village, had a cyber-date with Chen Kexin, a girl from a wealthy family. After a one-night stand, they tied the knot. He thought he married a pretty and lovely wife, so he did not expect that he had to do all the do...