Looking at the woman whose voice was choked with emotion and whose eyes were red, he felt no further wandering thoughts. "I’m fine, aren’t I?" He wanted to get up, to comfort her, but her small hand exerted a slight pressure on his shoulder, and surprisingly, with her strength, he couldn’t rise. He could resist, of course, but he couldn’t bring himself to make a move against her. He didn’t dare to be rough with her anymore. Dong Huiying looked at him with annoyance: "You call this fine? That cut on the shoulder was meant for the neck, but because you dodged quickly, it slashed your shoulder and chest. And those two cuts on the abdomen and back, they were clearly meant to slice you in half!" She was furious; she was very protective by nature, in some ways quite like Shu Yu in this regard. Her own family members she could scold, but others could not. Moreover, the attacker nearly took Zhi Chen’s life! Liang Zhichen sighed, "When you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet. I was careless; last night, I was heading back to the Blue mansion and got ambushed halfway." Dong Huiying’s face was sullen. She fixed her gaze on him for a while, then said no more. Silently, she smeared ointment on his wounds. The medicine was miraculous; shortly after, it began to take effect. Zhi Chen only felt his flesh seem to wriggle. When he looked down at his wounds, indeed, his feeling was not mistaken; these injuries were actually healing. He recalled some time ago in Mist Capital, when he got injured protecting his wife, and was fortunate enough to witness his wife’s incredible medical skill. Despite knowing she was called Divine Doctor, the miraculous effect of the medicine still amazed him every time. After a while, the wounds had completely healed; new flesh had grown, leaving just a faint pink mark on his body. Dong Huiying shook out a piece of clothing and draped it over him, then walked out expressionlessly. "Wife?" He hurriedly got up, followed her, and grabbed her elbow. She paused, and he nervously asked, "Did I... make you angry?" In front of her, he started to lose confidence. In the world of emotions, it always goes . The one who loves deeply and heavily often yields, compromises, and is most likely to end up losing. He cared too much about her, that’s why he lacked confidence. Dong Huiying glanced at him, "I’m not angry with you." She was angry about his injuries, and the person who tried to kill him. Liang Zhichen sighed in relief; his gaze softened again, and his tension eased. "It’s getting late, I’ll have someone prepare a meal." Dong Huiying glanced at him, then slightly furrowed her brows. She initially intended to go out and ask Lan Gu about what happened to Zhi Chen, feeling that Lan Gu surely knew something about the attack. But now... forget it, this could wait; postponing it for a few hours wouldn’t be too late. The priority was this man yearning to share lunch with her, which she couldn’t bear to refuse. "...Alright." She agreed in this way, which cheered him up, so he smiled and immediately called the servants. Dong Huiying sat at the dining table, watching him busily arranging everything, as if this meal wasn’t a regular one, but rather a banquet for esteemed guests. And as he bustled about, he occasionally turned back to glance at her, his eyes full of warmth and smiles. She too... unconsciously, curved her lips.