Back at the rented apartment, Shen Lu only needed to do some simple tidying up. While she was waiting for Wang Daguo, Cai Su had not only washed the dishes but had also wiped all the kitchenware sparkling clean.
Shen Lu went to the public bathhouse to take a shower, then returned to change Fu Cheng's dressing.
Before changing his dressing, Shen Lu started a pot of rice, dried her hands, took out the gauze and medicinal powder, and poured a basin of clean water to wipe the wound with later.
Fu Cheng watched her bustle about, his heart filled with a deep sense of guilt.
'He'd been so useless today, letting Mrs. Shen slap Shen Lu.'
Shen Lu's hand, which was unwrapping the gauze, was suddenly held gently. Looking at the large, scar-crossed palm, she raised her eyes in confusion.
"What's wrong?"
Fu Cheng's lips moved a few times, but he gave up. He tapped her Light Brain with his finger, a hopeful look in his eyes.
