When Ren Chuqing returned home, she was startled to see a distinct bruise on Wen Muqing's cheek.
"What happened? Did you have a conflict with someone?" she asked anxiously.
The bruise on his face was clearly from being hit.
"It's hardly a conflict," Wen Muqing responded. "It was just a verbal disagreement."
Seeing the injury on his face, Ren Chuqing said, "No matter what, you need to protect yourself at work. Don't get injured too easily. If it's a verbal conflict, try to avoid it. If you can't, it's okay to switch jobs. I can help you look for a new one."
"That won't be necessary," replied Wen Muqing.
"Does it hurt?" she asked as her fingers gently touched the bruise on his face.
"If I say it hurts, will Sister feel sorry for me?" he countered.
"Whether it hurts or not, I feel sorry for you," said Ren Chuqing. She made Wen Muqing sit on the sofa, then fetched the first aid kit and applied the bruise ointment to his cheek with gentle strokes.
