Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97

  It was two beautiful arms with tapered fingers and bulging with muscles. Song Qingchun’s eyes were glued to them for a few seconds, before her eyes followed the arm to land on Su Zhinian’s perfectly gorgeous face.

  The man, who was usually in a calm and collected mood, was burning with anger. His face was as dark as the underside of the moon. Traces of malice flickered between his eyes.

  As if not realizing she was looking at him, his sharp gaze penetrated Tang Nuan as he hissed out two razor-sharp words. "Let go!"

  Tang Nuan didn’t give any response, probably shocked by his sudden appearance or stunned into submission by his presence. She merely looked at him dumbly.

  A flash of disgust crossed Su Zhinian’s eyes. Losing his patience, his grip of her wrist tightened, and the pain caused her painted face to contort with a grimace. With a voice loud and severe enough to drown out her scream of pain, he repeated, "Let go!"

  This time, his tone was harsher and heavier than before. Even Song Qingchun shook involuntarily, shocked by the insistence and the edge to his words.

  Blood drained immediately from Tang Nuan’s face. Her lips were quivering greatly, and her eyes darted around frantically before she understood what Su Zhinian was talking about. She then hurriedly released her grasp on Song Qingchun’s hand.

  The moment her fingers opened up, Su Zhinian flung her away cruelly. His action was fast and resolute, like he was chucking away a particularly disgusting piece of trash from his grasp.

  The force of his action was so strong that she was sent flying against the wall. Her head landed on the solid wall with a resounding thud.

  Su Zhinian ignored the woman completely. There was barely a twitch of emotion on his face; he wouldn’t give a damn if Tang Nuan just died there and then.

  He didn’t even want to waste his anger on her. As he flung Tang Nuan away, he shifted his attention from her without hesitation. As his gaze landed on Song Qingchun, his expression softened greatly. "How are you feeling?"

  Another wave of intense pain came from Song Qingchun’s stomach. Her face paled considerably as she whined under her breath.

  "What’s wrong?" Su Zhinian frowned with worry before turning to glare at Tang Nuan, viciously adding, "What did she do to you?"

  As he turned back to look at Song Qingchun, his face softened with concern. He asked in a gentle tone, "Are you physically hurt?"

  "No……" Song Qingchun barely squeezed out the word when the pain knocked the breath out of her body. Her hands gripped her stomach tightly.

  As he reached out to feel her abdomen, Su Zhinian whispered gently, "Stomach ache?"

  When his hand touched hers, his brows creased even deeper. "Why is your hand so cold?"

  The physical contact did help him read her thoughts, and he understood the amount of pain she was in.

  "Be patient, I’ll take you to the hospital now," he said as he moved to pull her into a hug.

  "There’s no need." Song Qingchun grabbed Su Zhinian’s arms to stop him. Her teeth were clattering from pain as she explained, "I’m just suffering from painful……"