A piece of Japanese incense

Chapter 235 The shocking giant melon

"Oh no! The antidote isn't there yet, and who knows how much of the secret of their reunion has he heard!"

Despite her worries, Zhi's mind and body reacted before her conscious awareness. She took a sudden step forward, arms outstretched, like a hen protecting her chicks, and placed herself between Ting Zhu and the intruder.

"City Lord! Madam has just given birth and is suffering from a loss of energy and blood. She cannot stand being frightened! The blood and energy in the delivery room are heavy and I am afraid it might have caused a disturbance to the City Lord! Please..."

Zhi Yihe's words were interrupted.

Because Feng Yan, who had just collapsed on the bed due to exhaustion and was conscious, was like a ignited bomb when he heard the word "City Lord" and saw the face of the intruder clearly!

Her skinny body suddenly burst out with amazing strength from somewhere, and half of her body straightened up!

“Chu He!!!”

She raised her arm and pointed out the window: "Chu He! What are you doing here?! Are you trying to kill yourself? Get out now!"

The ecstasy on Chu He's face froze instantly. His red eyes stared at the weak Feng Yan on the bed, like an enraged bull, and a rough "ho ho" gasp came from his throat.

"Mom!" he roared, "Let me see our child, what's wrong?! My Chuhe's child!" He tried to bypass Zhi Yihe and pounced on the baby in Ting Zhu's arms again.

The strong smell of alcohol and violence almost sprayed on Zhi Yihe's face: "Old man! You are looking for death..."

When Feng Yan saw him draw his knife, her tone immediately softened: "Chu He! Calm down! Don't... don't hurt... our child..."

"Mother? Child? Did I hear it wrong... What's going on?" Zhi Yihe had no time to digest this shocking news. He looked at Feng Yan and saw her with her hand on her chest and breathing rapidly.

Zhi Yihe quickly turned sideways and rushed to the bedside: "Madam!" Her voice rose: "Madam has not stopped postpartum hemorrhage, and her heart veins are damaged! The smell of alcohol on you, noble sir, is a death warrant for her!"

At the same time, Zhi Yihe glanced at Ting Zhu from the corner of his eye. Ting Zhu was holding the baby, her face as pale as paper. She immediately understood what he meant and, holding the baby, she moved unnoticed, step by step, to the innermost corner of the room, hiding in the shadow of the huge curtain.

"Tsk," he uttered a short syllable, and walked slowly to a few steps away from the plank bed, looking down at Feng Yan condescendingly: "This smell... is really fresh."

"Look at Madam!" Zhi Yihe pointed at Feng Yan, who was as pale as gold paper, with blood at the corners of her mouth and barely breathing. "The blood is surging, and the meridians are rushing backwards! If this goes on, not to mention the safety of mother and child, Madam's life... I'm afraid she will die tonight!" She made the consequences sound extremely serious.

Chu He's gaze fell on Feng Yan, and he gave a low laugh. He slid his fingers upwards naturally, following Feng Yan's chest, which was heaving violently with nervousness. His fingertips scraped across the exposed skin of her collarbone, which was wet with sweat and slightly open under her neckline.

Feng Yan shuddered violently, the intense humiliation and fear making her nearly scream. She closed her eyes, her thick eyelashes trembling wildly, and her body shook uncontrollably like a sieve.

Zhi Yihe's heart tightened when he saw this, and he subconsciously wanted to stand in front of the bed, even if it was only to block his sight for a moment.

It was this movement that brought disaster.

Chu He's gaze suddenly turned to Zhi Yihe, and he grabbed her collar and kicked her in the ribs. Zhi Yihe's vision went black, and she fell heavily to the ground like a torn sack being thrown.

Then, the hard-soled leather boot, stained with wet mud and sea salt, stepped down mercilessly. The rough sole crushed her cheek. Zhi Yihe struggled, and Yu Tuan tried in vain to push away the heavy ankle, but she couldn't move it at all, and could only let out a vague whimper of pain.

"You bastard," Chu He's voice came from above Zhi Yihe's head: "Why are you blocking the road? Are you afraid that I will eat her?" The tip of his boot maliciously increased its force, rubbing heavily on Zhi Yihe's cheekbone.