Since she started working, Fang Yuqi had moved out on her own and bought a small two-bedroom, one-living-room house, which was enough for her to live alone.
Ye Chen stretched out his hand to pick up Fang Yuqi from behind, and they took the elevator up to the sixth floor.
Fortunately, they didn't run into many people around, otherwise it would have been hard to explain Fang Yuqi's bloodied slip dress.
Ye Chen struggled with the keys to finally open the door to Fang Yuqi's home, and carried her inside.
As soon as they entered, a fragrant scent wafted through the air, and the neat and tidy room emanated a cozy feeling.
The Fang Yuqi in his arms let out a muffled groan, her face full of pain, as the bloodstain on her abdomen slowly began to spread.
Ye Chen took a deep breath, his face stern as he carried her into the bedroom, gently laid her on the bed, and then brought over a basin of hot water.
"Cough cough, I need to check the wound now, be careful and don't move," he said.
