Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song-Chapter 152: Chain Trap, Layers Within Layers 6

She was frantically searching through her bag, then searched around herself, and then at her feet, but still couldn’t find what she was looking for.

Several ladies who knew her hurriedly asked, "Mrs. Zhao, what did you lose?"

"My watch, it’s a limited edition watch my husband gave me, worth over a million!"

Mrs. Zhao’s face turned red with urgency, "Has anyone seen my watch? Please, everyone help me find it."

"What kind of watch?"

"A Vacheron Constantin limited edition."

"Everyone, hurry and look around."

Someone exclaimed, "Could it be that a thief sneaked into the hall? Oh my, everyone check if anything valuable is missing."

For a moment, chaos ensued at the scene, and everyone seemed to forget what had happened earlier.

......

Lu Jihan’s gaze fell sharply on Song Yinyin, seeing the injury on her hand, he inexplicably felt a surge of anger.

With a light sigh, he suppressed his anger and asked hoarsely, "They forced you into a trap earlier, didn’t you know?"

The tone carried a hint of blame towards her.

Song Yinyin was injured and aggrieved, and hearing him say this, her eyes inexplicably reddened.

She pressed her lips together and said, "I know I’m stupid, fell into Song Anqi’s trap, okay? But what can I do? Just because I know she set a trap, should I say I don’t want to compete with her? Isn’t that admitting defeat without a fight?"

To make her concede, she couldn’t swallow that anger!

Seeing her eyes reddened, Lu Jihan softened.

"Does your hand still hurt?" He moved his handsome face closer to hers, cupping her hand, wanting to check her injury.

"It doesn’t hurt!" She anxiously pulled back her hand.

It naturally hurt after losing so much blood.

However, for some reason, she just didn’t want him to know she was in pain, she was used to pretending to be strong in front of others...

But pretending to be strong was of no use in front of Lu Jihan.

He furrowed his brows, gently clasped her wrist, with just the right amount of force, leaving her no way to hide and she had to obediently surrender her little hand.

"Be good, let me see." He said half coaxing, half ordering.

"It’s...it’s nothing." Song Yinyin instinctively wanted to cover it up.

Upon careful inspection, he found something amiss; her finger injury was more severe than he had imagined.

"Aunt Ji, take a look, why is her hand still bleeding?" He turned and called to Ji Furong.

Ji Furong approached and upon seeing Song Yinyin’s right thumb, her refined brows tightened involuntarily.

She looked up and solemnly said to Lu Jihan, "Jinhan, let Miss Song go to the hospital with me first, I think her wound needs more proper care."

Lu Jihan glanced at Song Yinyin beside him.

Her pair of red, misty eyes met his deep and profound gaze.

Looking down again, he saw her injured thumb with blood oozing from the back of the hand, clearly she was hurt badly, indeed needing better treatment.

Unwilling to see her wronged, wanting to vent her anger, yet her hand was more pressing.

After all, she was a piano player.

To her, a pair of hands were akin to her life.

If anything happened to her hands, it was tantamount to losing her life.

Thinking of this, he nodded, wrapped an arm protectively around her back, half holding her waist, and turned to leave.

However, at this moment, Mrs. Zhao’s sharp voice rang out, "Wait a minute! President Lu, she cannot leave yet!"