The Scheming Ex-Husband's Courtship
Chapter 74: You Know I Can’t Afford It

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: You Know I Can’t Afford It

He was fine until he moved, and when he did, Gu Qili suddenly burst into tears. The fear and grievance that had been suppressed in her heart gushed out like a flood. She sobbed, her tears and snot smeared on his clean white shirt, signaling that this shirt could now exit the stage of history.

Mu Shuoqian didn’t know what to say, feeling a twitching pain where her face rubbed against him.

That was the area over his heart.

One hand, still somewhat stiff, patted her back, and he raised his eyes and gave Yuan Yi a look. Yuan Yi immediately understood his intention, opened the door, and got out to check.

As soon as Yuan Yi’s feet hit the ground, he saw Guan Zhe, also covered in mud, coming out from the woods by the road. His face was bloody, and he was swearing while on the phone, seemingly not noticing the parked car and heading straight towards his own sedan not far away.

Yuan Yi carefully memorized his face and license plate number.

Gu Qili stopped crying after a while. She was not someone who cried easily; it was genuine fear that had overwhelmed her earlier.

Being neglected, ignored, slandered, or even cursed at - she could endure all that, but this was her first experience with such an incident, and even thinking about it now sent chills down her limbs with fright.

When Gu Qili calmed down, she realized she was still tightly hugging the man in front of her, and he let her, not moving at all.

She suddenly felt embarrassed, straightened up, wiped her tears, and with her eyes red and swollen like a rabbit’s, she looked at his disheveled appearance, her sense of guilt intensified.

"I’m sorry for dirtying your shirt." She looked around nervously, the usually luxurious and tidy interior of the car was also full of black mud, "It seems... it seems the car is dirty too."

Her head lowered, as if afraid that he would hit her, she cautiously shrank towards the window, "You wouldn’t ask me to compensate, right? You know, I can’t afford it."

Mu Shuoqian stared at her displeasingly. Her clothes were filthy, and there were various degrees of abrasions on her face and arms. She was worrying about money rather than her injuries; just how little did this woman care about herself.

Yuan Yi got back into the car, obviously seeing Gu Qili’s injuries, and tentatively asked: "Young Master Qian, should we go to the hospital?"

He did not speak, giving his silent consent.

Gu Qili quickly said, "It’s just a few scrapes, no need for a hospital."

Mu Shuoqian ignored her, driving straight to the nearest hospital.

As they entered the hospital, a few doctors were hurrying with a patient from afar. It seemed urgent.

When her father was hospitalized, she stayed day and night in the hospital to take care of him. Her father was critically ill several times, and she spent sleepless nights outside the ICU.

When the doctor announced her father’s death, and when she saw that breathless face and the lifeless white sheets, she felt her world collapse in an instant.

Even now, she couldn’t calmly walk in here, the sight bringing emotional pain as if her heart was drenched in hot water, suffocatingly uncomfortable.

"Mu Shuoqian, should I take a bath first?" Gu Qili pulled on the edge of his clothing, having just passed a wall-mounted mirror, she was startled to see the mud-covered reflection.

He paused, surveyed her from head to toe, and walked to the side to make a phone call.

Soon, a young female doctor came out, greeted Mu Shuoqian, and then led her to the staff bathhouse. This place was normally where the doctors bathed, clean and tidy, and it happened to be unoccupied. *

After showering, the female doctor handed her a set of clean clothes with the tag still attached, obviously just purchased.

She put them on, finding them a perfect fit, and suddenly remembered, Mu Shuoqian had once asked her SIZE at a store inside.

She rubbed her face, reddened by the steam, and walked out the door.