NOVPUB71: Chapter 71: Mercilessly Scalding Her Hand
71 -71: Mercilessly Scalding Her Hand
Ming Xue scooped another spoonful into the bowl, a full bowl of soup.
She carefully carried it over to him, planning to place it in front of him, but Gu Yixuan reached out to take it.
The bowl wobbled and overturned, spilling the hot soup that had just come out of the pot all over Ming Xue’s hands.
“Ah!” she screamed, shaking her hands vigorously, causing soup to splash everywhere, a few droplets landing on Gu Yixuan’s expensive clothes.
He stood up, his face very unsightly, “What are you doing?!
Can’t you even hold a bowl steady?”
Ming Xue felt so wronged, “It wasn’t on purpose…” She didn’t know why the bowl had tipped over.
Her hands were scalded and so painful that tears streamed down her face.
Mo Ran hadn’t expected this to happen either and got up, saying, “I have some burn ointment over there.
You should quickly run it under cold water, then we can apply the ointment.”
Coming back to her senses, Ming Xue hurried toward the washroom.
After she left, she looked at Gu Yixuan, biting her lip and asked, “You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”
She had seen it; his hands had held the bowl steady but then suddenly let go.
Gu Yixuan scoffed, “You think I have that much free time?” He indirectly denied her suspicion.
Mo Ran said nothing more, but her heart was unsettled.
What was Gu Yixuan’s purpose in doing this?
Was he seeking revenge for her?
It seemed unlikely to her; he couldn’t possibly know about the incident from yesterday.
Besides, she was scalded yesterday because she had reached out, not because Ming Xue had directly caused it.
Anyway, she couldn’t see through this man.
Ming Xue was clearly his new woman, and he seemed to dote on her yet callously scalded her hands.
Did he actually like Ming Xue, or not?
Both women had scalded their hands; Mo Ran couldn’t practice dance, and neither could Ming Xue.
But Mo Ran wouldn’t waste time; sitting in her room, she was watching some international dance competitions.
She could learn a lot from the dances of others, which would be very beneficial to her own dancing.
Her phone rang halfway through, a call from her sister, whom she hadn’t visited in days.
“Ranran, why haven’t you come to see me recently?” Mo Yan got straight to the point on the phone.
Mo Ran felt somewhat guilty, “Sis, I’ve been so caught up with dance practice that I lost track of time.
I’ll visit you soon.”
Now that her hand was injured, she couldn’t go and see her, lest she worry…
