Chapter 60: Do Not Worry, Merely Superficial Wounds

Liu Bamei momentarily did not know how to break the silence.

Soon, noticing the basket nearby, she quickly changed the subject.

"Junior brother, you haven't had dinner yet, have you? I simmered some pigeon soup this evening, have a taste!"

"Oh dear—it's gone cold, let me go heat it up!"

Chen Jie grabbed her wrist and called out, "I'm not hungry, don't go to the trouble!"

With her hand held by Chen Jie, Liu Bamei suddenly recalled the conversation she had with Thirteenth Aunt that afternoon.

For some reason, at that very moment, she felt her cheeks burning.

Thump, thump—thump, thump!

Her heart was beating wildly, leaving her somewhat flustered and out of sorts.

Lowering her head, she said softly, "Junior brother, I—Thirteenth Aunt said—I—"

At this moment, she did not know how to express herself, stumbling over her words.

Next,

she instinctively tried to pull her hand away from Chen Jie's grasp.

"Ah—"

Chen Jie snapped back to reality, realizing only then that he had been holding Liu Bamei's hand all this time.

Although Liu Bamei's martial arts skills far surpassed Chen Jie's—she could easily take on three of someone like Chen Jie, who hadn't even stepped into the threshold of martial arts, without breaking a sweat—

she was not very tall. Standing before Chen Jie, she appeared delicate and petite.

With her hand held in his, even though Chen Jie had no intention behind it, she felt a profound sense of disorientation.

She wanted to break free, but remembering Thirteenth Aunt's instructions, she forced herself to endure.

That afternoon, Thirteenth Aunt had talked with her for a long time.

The junior brother was a distinguished benefactor of the West Gate Wagon Transport!

He came from a privileged background, was handsome and dashing, yet remained approachable and never put on airs.

Thirteenth Aunt's intention was to betroth her to the junior brother!

A man should marry when he comes of age, and a woman should find a husband when she reaches maturity!

By the standards of this world, Liu Bamei had reached the age for marriage.

Her junior brother was absolute perfection as a marital match.

How could Chen Jie know what was on her mind? Coming to his senses, he quickly released Liu Bamei's hand.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, he said,

"Bamei, I really am not hungry, hiss—you should go back first!"

Chen Jie couldn't help but clutch his arms; the arms that had been jarred and injured that evening began to ache faintly.

Liu Bamei calmed down inwardly, and her complexion soon returned to normal.

Seeing Chen Jie's expression, she asked in surprise,

"Junior brother, what's wrong with you? Let me take a look!"

"What's there to see, I'm fine—!"

Chen Jie said dismissively.

However,

Liu Bamei abruptly yanked open his upper garments.

From his arms all the way to his shoulders, Chen Jie's skin had suffered the violent rebound of force and was now covered in dark bruises.

Hiss—!

Seeing the bruises on his body, Chen Jie was startled.

He hadn't even realized he was injured so severely.

"Junior brother! Who did this? Who hit you? Tell me, I'll go kill him—!"

Seeing the injuries on Chen Jie's body, Liu Bamei grew utterly furious.

With a trembling voice and reddened eyes, the depth of her concern warmed Chen Jie's heart.

So—

being cared for by someone felt this wonderful?

"It's nothing! Bamei, these are just external injuries, two herbal baths and I'll be as good as new!"

Chen Jie twisted his shoulders and said with a smile.

"No way! Junior brother, I'll go get some medicinal wine to rub on it for you, wait for me a moment!"

Less than a minute later, Liu Bamei returned with a bottle of medicinal wine in hand.

Seeing the bruises spread across Chen Jie's arms, Liu Bamei began massaging the affected areas with the medicinal wine.

At that moment,

she felt a faint, unexpected pang of heartache in her own chest.

Massaging the bruised areas with the medicinal wine, she asked softly, "Junior brother, does it still hurt?"

Chen Jie shook his head, simply leaned back in his chair, and smiled, "No, it doesn't hurt!"

How could it not hurt?!

Fortunately, he had only been jarred by an iron club; had he taken a direct blow to the body, he probably would have been written off on the spot.

However,

seeing the blazing fury in Liu Bamei's eyes, Chen Jie did not dare provoke her further.

He truly worried that once this girl's anger flared up, she would grab a saber and storm over to the Flying Eagle Wagon Transport!

Having spent this much time together, Chen Jie understood Liu Bamei's personality quite well.

Although she sometimes seemed like a miser, acting boisterous and cheerful all day long as if she had not a single worry in the world,

her temperament was actually very similar to Liu Qi's—fiery and explosive.

Of course, she only ever appeared docile, obedient, and demure in front of her family.

A scent of medicinal wine permeated the air.

Chen Jie began to feel a cooling sensation spread across his arms and shoulders.

Looking up, he saw Liu Bamei meticulously massaging his injured areas, her eyes filled with worry.

"Bamei! Don't worry, they're just surface wounds!"

Chen Jie suddenly didn't know how to describe his feelings.

Phew—!

Liu Bamei couldn't help taking a deep breath, and while applying the medicinal wine, she said,

"Junior brother, your martial arts are not yet mastered, you must avoid being rash and combative!"

"You must cherish yourself, and not run around fighting people every day like Seventh Brother!"

"Seventh Brother used to like fighting because we had to survive. Not just Seventh Brother, but Thirteenth Aunt and I have all fought people before!"

"Now that our lives are better, there's no need to risk our lives against others!"

"I—I really don't want to see you get hurt!"

Having learned his lesson this time, Chen Jie naturally understood that he was currently a weakling who could barely survive a stiff breeze.

Nodding with a smile, he said,

"I'll listen to you, Bamei. Getting hurt this time was just an accident!"

"I promise that next time, no one will be able to hurt me!"

He swore to himself that once he got back this time, he would find a way to get his hands on firearms, no matter what.

The firepower had to be fierce!

If he hadn't been holding a spiked club back then, but an assault rifle instead,

let alone getting close to him, if he had unleashed a barrage from dozens of meters away, who could have harmed him?

Liu Bamei nodded without saying much more.

Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, she meticulously helped disperse the bruises on Chen Jie while relaxing his muscles.

Remarkable as it seemed, whatever ingredients were in this medicinal wine, the effect was extraordinary.

Applied and massaged in, the pain vanished entirely.

Moreover, under Liu Bamei's gentle massage, the jarred areas began to radiate a faint warmth.

Chen Jie took deep, continuous breaths to steady his state of mind.

Suddenly remembering something, he asked, "Bamei! What was it you—were going to tell me just now?"

Hearing this, Liu Bamei paused her massaging hands.

Immediately afterward,

acting as if she hadn't heard, she bit her lip, lowered her head with a shy expression, and continued massaging Chen Jie without uttering a word.

The atmosphere instantly grew very quiet.

Liu Bamei quietly continued to smooth the medicinal wine over Chen Jie's bruises.

Her massaging movements were like a gentle breeze, soft beyond measure.

Thinking of what Thirteenth Aunt had told her that afternoon, her heart beat even faster.

Stealing a glance at Chen Jie, she quickly averted her eyes to calm herself.

Chen Jie sensed that Liu Bamei's expression was a bit odd, yet he had no idea what it was all about.

A moment later,

Liu Bamei put away the medicinal wine and said to Chen Jie,

"Junior brother! Get some rest. Once the bruises disperse, you'll be fully healed in two days!"

With that,

she hesitated for a moment, ultimately remained silent, and turned to leave Chen Jie's room.