The Tycoon's Enchanted Mermaid-Chapter 52 - : Not a Single Serious Word Can Be Said

Chapter 52: Chapter 52: Not a Single Serious Word Can Be Said

He might die, after all, he is mortal.

Thinking of this made Ah Da shudder with fear, what she feared most was people leaving her side. Thousands of years long, they come and go; the old master’s death made her cry for days, and separating from Bronze Sword, Little Pink Bottle, and Jade Pot also had her crying for days.

If Qin Yu died, she thought she would be sad too.

Ah Da’s gaze at the black diamond-shaped wooden block on the floor became even more infuriated. She trotted over, bent down to clasp the block in her palm, and was about to crush it with force when suddenly the door behind her was flung open.

It was Qin Yu.

The light streaming in through the door crack just happened to illuminate Ah Da’s figure, her hair as dark as ink, her white dress, her fluffy hair like a waterfall cascading behind her. She was like a lone lily standing in the darkness, exuding an astounding allure of a solitary beauty.

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The young girl’s legs were slender and fair, her deep wounds like pools of ink on white paper, with the red drops on the floor nearby striking enough to be almost blinding.

In that moment, a wave of uncontrollable concern rose in Qin Yu’s heart.

When Ah Da saw Qin Yu, she was somewhat dazed, momentarily forgetting to exert force on the wooden block. The next second, her hand was grasped, held in a palm broad and cool with the chill of night. His grip was firm but didn’t cause her any pain.

Their eyes locked; Ah Da’s clear, bright eyes crashed into his deep, humor-filled ones. She could faintly sense an urgency within them.

Was Qin Yu anxious about her?

His gaze lingered on her porcelain-white, bloodless face as he asked in a low voice,

“What happened to your leg?”

Ah Da pursed her lips and, without concealing anything, simply told him what had just happened.

“That’s pretty much what happened.”

“Since this thing appeared in your room, I suspect it’s targeting you, Qin Yu. You must be careful, someone might be after you.”

Ah Da’s eyes were full of worry and anxiety as she spoke, lifting the wooden block in her hand to show him.

Qin Yu cast a glance at the object in her delicate palm and said nothing, unconcerned whether or not someone was targeting him. He bent down and scooped Ah Da into his arms.

Suspended in the air, Ah Da quickly gripped his shoulder to stabilize herself, barely looking up to meet Qin Yu’s eyes—so close she could hear the shallow breaths and clearly see the lashes on his eyelids.

“Qin Yu, where are you taking me?”

As Qin Yu carried her through the door, Ah Da questioned him. He didn’t answer, just wore a stern look on his face.

They went downstairs.

Ah Da was placed on the sofa. Qin Yu instructed Uncle Wen to call the doctor and then took up his phone to call Long Qi, ordering him to immediately bring Su Qingtong over.

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Upon hearing Bronze Sword’s name, Ah Da widened her eyes in surprise and quickly explained, “There’s no need to call her over, I’m fine, this thing can’t hurt me.”

“Look.”

Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, Ah Da twirled the wooden block in her hand a couple of times, smoothly as if nothing had happened, as if it were just an ordinary piece of wood.

Qin Yu, with a stern face, reached out to lift her leg, “Is this what you call ‘it can’t hurt me’?”

Ah Da’s cheeks reddened, as if on fire, unsure if it was from the embarrassment of having her leg grasped, or from being caught in her exaggeration. How had she forgotten that the wound from the sneak attack hadn’t healed so quickly? No wonder Qin Yu’s face had looked awful in the room earlier.

“It will be better in a moment”, Ah Da muttered weakly, “It doesn’t hurt at all now.”

Qin Yu’s gaze hardened on her, a surge of anger swirling in his heart, especially seeing her dismissive attitude—it was as if she had always treated herself this carelessly before meeting him.

“Is that what you really think?”

Wen Liang’s fingertips gently caressed around the wound, and Ah Da’s body shivered slightly, not from the pain of the injury, but from the itchy feeling caused by the calluses on his fingertips scraping against her calf.

Qin Yu squinted at her, his tone intensifying, “Speak.”

Tears misted in Ah Da’s eyes. As she felt more and more wronged, she murmured softly, “What do you want me to say?”

She had emphasized over and over that she was fine, yet he persisted in being angry. She was the one who wanted to ask what he really wanted.

And still fierce. Why be so fierce? She clearly saved him just a moment ago, shielded him from disaster.

Turning her face away deliberately to avoid his gaze, Ah Da thought bitterly to herself that she definitely wouldn’t help him next time. She’d let him get hit.

Qin Yu was originally furious, but when he caught sight of her petulant side profile and her slightly pouting, full cherry lips, he felt somewhat helpless. She was the one acting wronged.

Truly, one couldn’t even say a word to her.

Qin Yu attempted to turn her face to talk things over properly, but the girl, not only unappreciative, even bared her sharp teeth to bite him.

“Why do you like biting people so much? Tell me, how many times have you bitten me recently?”

Qin Yu clicked his tongue lightly, with a hint of doting in his voice. His voice was low and husky as warmth began to thaw the ice in his eyes. His lips curved slightly, and he didn’t let go of her cheek even as two bite marks appeared on his finger, still pinching the soft flesh of the young girl’s cheek.

Forced to meet his gaze, Ah Da’s eyes rimmed red with anger, “I’ll bite you, since you’re always pinching my chin. And you’re still doing it. You were even mean to me just now.”

“Being petulant,” Qin Yu remarked and then touched her cheek lightly with his fingertip, stopping right there.

Ah Da didn’t want to talk to him for the moment. Qin Yu straightened up and said earnestly, “Don’t take risks alone next time, got it?”

Her urge to explain herself returned at his words of concern. Despite feeling terribly aggrieved inside, she naturally had a soft heart and was unable to disregard others’ kindness coldly.

“It really was an accident this time. You don’t believe me.” Ah Da looked up as she spoke, and a large, round tear rolled down from the corner of her eye. She didn’t want to cry, but she couldn’t hold it back.

Qin Yu sighed, cupping her small face to wipe away her tears, “I believe you. I was too harsh just now.”

After a long while, Ah Da nodded, her eyelashes trembling.

“Mm.”

She was actually quite easy to coax, especially when it was Qin Yu. She couldn’t resist indulging him, perhaps because Qin Yu was too good-looking, and she always tended to be more lenient toward him.

When Zhu Yu walked in, he nearly dropped his jaw. My God, what was he seeing? The notorious and ruthless Third Young Master of the Capital City, was he actually consoling someone?!

Not only Zhu Yu, but even the two doctors who followed him had faces filled with disbelief.

As part of Qin Yu’s private medical team, they knew him very well and were acutely aware of his personality and demeanor. The idea of him consoling a young girl was simply… unthinkable.

Indeed, live long enough, and you’ll see everything, thought Zhu Yu to himself.

Upon seeing the doctors with their medical kits come in, Qin Yu withdrew his hand and stood aside to inform them of the situation.

“The wound is on the foot.”

Because Qin Yu had stepped aside, the stunningly beautiful girl on the sofa was fully revealed, delicate and lovely, with snow-white skin and raven-black hair. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was adorned with a pair of pitifully large eyes, clear and pure as natural, unblemished gemstones.

Zhu Yu’s mind suddenly cleared. Of course.

In an era where the whole nation was fixated on appearance, chasing after beauty standards, and adeptly using high-tech enhancements, artificial beauties were not rare. Zhu Yu, as a doctor, had a critical eye for these matters.

He had to admit, the girl in front of him was naturally unsculpted, with not a hint of the strange and rigid intricacies of crafting.

Very perfect, so perfect that it almost felt unreal to him.