"Clean it up, and if there's even the slightest smell, you're dead."
He Tingchen flipped over the breakfast Fang Anning had brought and then maneuvered his wheelchair out of the study.
Fang Anning was startled, and it wasn't until after he left that she reacted.
Grinding her teeth and placing her hands on her hips in anger, she huffed, "What a temperamental Devil, a living King of Hell. Just delivering breakfast and he has this attitude; does he really think I can't handle him?"
"Madam, what's wrong?" Mrs. Chen, hearing the noise, rushed in to ask.
Seeing her, Fang Anning quickly pleaded, "Mrs. Chen, you've come at the right time. Please help me clean up; I need to prepare another breakfast."
"I told you, the master doesn't eat these things. You wouldn't listen, and now you've annoyed him; you'll know the consequences." Mrs. Chen said while cleaning up.
However, Fang Anning had already run off by the time she finished speaking.
Rushing back to the kitchen, she prepared another breakfast.
Indeed, when she returned to the room with it, she saw He Tingchen there.
Sitting in the wheelchair by the window, he hadn't opened the curtains. It wasn't clear what he was thinking; he didn't even notice her entering.
Fang Anning pursed her lips with a smile, anyone who knew her understood she was up to no good again.
Sure enough, she quietly placed the tray on the small table.
She picked up a slice of pickled radish with chopsticks and stealthily approached He Tingchen from behind.
"He Tingchen."
Fang Anning shouted.
Indeed, the man turned his head. His mouth slightly open, only for Fang Anning to stuff the pickled radish into it.
"Pah."
The man, tasting the sourness in his mouth, immediately spat it out.
But before he could spit it out, Fang Anning covered his mouth.
The pickled radish's flavor rapidly unfurled in his mouth, and by the time he angrily twisted her hand away and spat it out, his mouth was already full of the taste of radish.
"You really play rough, were you trying to break my wrist?"
Fang Anning rubbed her painful wrist, tears welling in her eyes.
He Tingchen's face was overcast as he said coldly, "Fang Anning, do you want to die?"
"I certainly don't want to die, but it's just a slice of pickled radish, not poison; what are you afraid of?" Fang Anning said disdainfully.
"Pickled radish? I think you really are looking for death." He Tingchen took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and spoke with an icy chill.
Seeing that he was genuinely angry, Fang Anning promptly stepped back, her lips curving into a taunt, "You want to hit me? If you dare, then come find me. Let's see whether I can run faster, or your wheelchair is quicker... You... Your legs... Why are they... fine?"
Fang Anning watched the man in shock, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Wasn't he a paraplegic?
Wasn't he always sitting in a wheelchair?
Why could he stand up, and moreover, walk briskly towards her, then grab her throat?
"Scared now?"
He Tingchen pinned her against the wall by her throat, looking down on her from above.
Before, while he sat in the wheelchair, she didn't know how tall he was.
Now that he stood up, she realized how tall he really was.
No wonder his body was muscular; it appeared he exercised regularly. In this state, it would indeed be as easy as killing a chicken to kill her.
Fang Anning's mouth hung open, gasping for breath pitifully, the oxygen she could inhale was limited. She could only exhale, without the chance to breathe in.
Her eyes bulged, almost popping out.
If he kept squeezing, she really would be strangled to death by him.
"Let... go."
Fang Anning struck his arm fiercely, but with his grip, she felt weak all over.
Her hitting was no more effective than a tickle.
Fortunately, the man didn't truly intend to kill her.
He quickly released his grip, letting her go.
Fang Anning immediately covered her neck, gasping for air, her body weakly collapsing.
"Cough cough cough."
She coughed several times in succession, and it was quite a while before she finally caught her breath.
He Tingchen asked coldly, "Now, do you still dare to provoke me?"
"No, I don't dare, I won't dare anymore," Fang Anning said weakly, lying on the ground with her head lowered.
The man then sat back down in his wheelchair and controlled it to leave the place.
It took a while for Fang Anning to get up from the ground, and she hurried into the bathroom to wash her face and clear her mind.
He Tingchen isn't paralyzed?
This truth was nearly unacceptable for Fang Anning. She had thought that since he was paralyzed, even if she angered him, she could at least run away in time to avoid his grasp.
But now… how could she dare provoke him?
He wanted to kill her at every moment; provoking him on purpose would be like asking for death, wouldn't it?
But what about the promise from Old Mr. He?
Fang Anning closed her eyes; no, she had to think of another way.
"Are you going out, wife?" Mrs. Chen asked in surprise as she saw Fang Anning.
"Yes, I am going out. Is that not allowed?" Fang Anning nodded.
"Of course it's not allowed," Mrs. Chen said. "None of your predecessors ever made such a request."
Fang Anning smiled, "But I am married into the family, not sold into it. Don't I have the freedom to go out? I just want to buy some things, I won't do anything else."
"No, wife, you can only go out if the master allows it. If you really want to go out, you can go ask the master for permission."
Fang Anning thought to herself, would I still be asking you if he agreed?
"Okay, I'll ask him," Fang Anning said with an embarrassed smile.
Sure enough, when she found He Tingchen, he coldly answered, "You may, but horizontally."
"Heh, as if I hadn't asked." Fang Anning left with a forced laugh.
Outside the door, Fang Anning took a deep breath.
It seemed that going out to buy in person was not an option.
In that case, she would shop online.
With the internet being so advanced and delivery guys everywhere, as soon as she placed an order, it would be quickly delivered.
But...
Why, after ordering two days ago, had the items she wanted not arrived?
Not only that, but the shop had also called her on QQ. They said that the address she provided was fake and the goods had been returned.
"That's impossible, this is the He family, how could it be a fake address?" Fang Anning argued angrily with the shop.
After a heated argument, she went to ask Mrs. Chen, "Does our family not accept packages?"
"Of course we don't accept them. Who would dare deliver packages here if they wanted to live? If our family wants something, would we need to buy it online?" Mrs. Chen said proudly.
Fang Anning: "…"
So even online shopping wasn't an option, what else could she do?
"Woman, come in and help me bathe."
Fang Anning huddled on the couch.
The man controlled his wheelchair to come inside. As soon as he entered, he stood up from the wheelchair, and when he passed by her couch, he kicked the back of the sofa.
Fang Anning was jolted by the kick and had no choice but to get up from the couch.
"Your legs are fine, why do you need me to help you bathe?" Fang Anning asked warily.
"I feel like it," the man replied coldly.
But his expression didn't look pleased at all.