Here To Rescue You

2.9

The Mafia Head's Little Princess

She watched as the man placed her into his sleek black Bentley, and they drove home without uttering a single word.

"You're soaked." Qian Renshu observed, pulling out a grey handkerchief from his pocket and extending it towards her.

However, Zhang Liqin, still rendered stupid by the incidents that happened today, remained unresponsive. Her pupils stared at the handkerchief blankly, then lifted to meet his gaze.

As if saying, 'what do you want me to do with such a small handkerchief?'

Qian Renshu sighed once more, and moved his body to close the distance between them, "Just make do with this for now. We'll arrive home in half an hour, and then you can shower."

The handkerchief gently brushed Zhang Liqin's cheek. Its soft and tender texture worked to wipe away rain droplets from her cheeks and hair.

Being in such a close proximity caused Zhang Liqin's heart to skip a beat.

Qian Renshu was different from those who like to carry tissues with them; instead he habitually carried a handkerchief. Not for the usual reasons, but to wipe away the blood of his victims that might splatter on him during his excursions.

Normally, the notion of a handkerchief associated with such grim purposes would repel her, but oddly enough, this time it carried a fresh and light musk fragrance. It smells good and strangely, it suited him.

Zhang Liqin's long eyelashes quivered as she raised her hand to retrieve the handkerchief from the man's grasp. "I'll wipe it myself," she murmured.

Qian Renshu acquiesced without a word, handing her the handkerchief obediently. After a brief silence, he inquired, "Does your knee hurt?"

"Ah?" It was only then, that Zhang Liqin notice the injury on her knee. The small torn patch of skin had turned slightly blue, and red droplets of blood seeped out from the wound. "It hurts.. a little."

"I'll help you treat it once we're home." Qian Renshu said, advising, "Don't touch it for now."

"En."

Throughout the rest of the journey home, he kept a watchful eye on her, making sure she had calmed down and was in a more settled state.

Upon arriving at the mansion, Qian Renshu brought her to her bedroom, gently placing her on the edge of her bed.

He ordered a couple of items from Aunt Mu and returned with a small basin filled with hot water and a medicated kit.

Zhang Liqin sat, watching as the man who usually stood tall as a pine tree knelt in front of her, bandaging her injured knee.

His movements were gentle and full of attentiveness.

Such a gentle Qian Renshu made her unable to be accustomed to it, making her feel a little lost as she was not used to being helped by him.

When Qian Renshu completed his treatment, he heard a voice so small he could barely hear it.

"Thank you."

"Do we still need a 'thank you' between us?" Qian Renshu raised his eyebrows slightly, looking straight at Zhang Liqin.

Zhang Liqin didn't react for a moment, and stared at Qian Renshu who was currently smiling softly.

There was a hot water basin on the floor that Qian Renshu used to clean up her injuries. At this moment, the hot steam rises up like smoke, blurring the man's handsome face and adding a hazy atmosphere. Only the man's dark eyes that held her figure was apparent.