Chapter 37: He won't care about me until the day I die.

 Chapter 37: He won't care about me until the day I die.

After checking her body, she found no wounds other than bruises.

Ning Qing didn't want to think too much about it and returned shakily to her bedroom on the second floor.

The familiar place made her feel a little warmer.

She was exhausted and terrified.

She lifted the corner of the blanket and crawled into it.

It was sunny outside, but she hid in the room with closed windows, wrapping herself tightly.

She fell into a deep sleep for a long time.

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When Ning Qing woke up, it was already dark outside.

Her mind was fuzzy as she got out of bed, pulled back the curtains, opened the window, and looked at the night sky outside.

A cool breeze blew in, and she realized that she was soaked in sweat.

She hesitated for a moment before going to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Ning Qing looked at herself in the mirror and saw that the bruises on her neck were even more pronounced.

She touched the bruises with her hand, and a sense of desolation overflowed from her lips.

The reflection in the mirror was pale and powerless, like a soulless doll.

Ning Qing went downstairs, planning to make something to eat and soothe her uneasy stomach, but she ran into Lu Zhui as soon as she went down.

"Madam."

She nodded to her and the bag in his hand looked familiar.

Ning Qing didn't have much energy left. "What's the matter?"

He only came because he was ordered by that person.

Lu Zhui said, "This is the meal Young Master ordered for you at Yu Gui Fang. Please eat it while it's still hot."

He put boxes of food on the table, opened the lids, and the aroma filled the air.

"And this." Lu Zhui took out a box of ointment from the bag. "This is the medicine for treating bruises. You can apply it three times a day to the bruises on your leg and..."

The bruises on her neck.

Lu Zhui did not say these words.

He put down the ointment and looked up at her.

Ning Qing's gaze swept over the exquisite dishes and replied coldly, "Understood."

Lu Zhui hesitated, wanting to speak but stopped.

She looked at him and asked, "Do you have something else to say?"

Lu Zhui hesitated again before advising, "Madam, don't be angry with Young Master anymore. This morning, he originally asked me to turn back and pick you up, but you followed Mr. Yan instead. Young Master cares about you, that's why he got angry with you..."

"He cares?"

Ning Qing's lips curved slightly, her gaze becoming sharp.

"Assistant Lu, you must be mistaken. Until the day I die, he will never care about me."

As she said, if he really cared about her, would he let her be surrounded by reporters under his nose? If it weren't for Yan Sichen's timely appearance, she might have been driven insane.

Ning Qing no longer spoke and picked up her chopsticks to eat, but the delicious food now tasted like wax to her.

Under Lu Zhui's gaze, she swallowed all the dishes.

Ten minutes later, she put down her chopsticks and looked at him with a chilly gaze.

"I'm done eating, you can go back now."

Lu Zhui knew she had misunderstood him but didn't know how to explain it.

Thinking about her almost self-harming eating speed, he hesitated and wanted to help her clean up the table.

Ning Qing stopped him, "No need, you can go."

Lu Zhui left.

Ning Qing couldn't stand the discomfort and fullness in her stomach and rushed into the bathroom to throw up.

She ate too fast just now, how could her empty stomach withstand it? Ning Qing had never thought that eating could be such an uncomfortable thing.

After she finished vomiting, her face was as pale as a female ghost.

Exhaustion swept over her heart, a fatigue she had never felt before.

She washed her face, her eyelashes trembling.

Revealing her numbness and sadness.

Staggering, she came out of the bathroom.

When she passed the dining table, the leftovers were still waiting for her to clean up.

She unenthusiastically tightened the takeaway box and threw it in the garbage bag. When she saw the unopened box of medicine, Ning Qing paused.

The next second, she waved her hand and the ointment fell into the trash can under the table.

(End of this chapter)"