Chapter 47: The Young Madam
“The young madam’s external wounds have healed, and the broken ribs have recovered well. She can gradually increase her exercise, but avoid strenuous activities.”
Gongsun put down his instrument and walked towards the control panel.
Yan Gui Xing, standing at the foot of the bed, quickly went to where Gongsun had been standing, carefully arranging Mu Mu’s rolled-up shirt and helping him sit up.
Gongsun, with his back to them, watched their intimate interaction through the shiny surface of his instrument, smiling slyly.
It had been half a month, and their boss didn’t seem bored yet. It seemed likely that this beautiful little fool would become their young madam.
Regarding the title “young madam,” Gongsun had started calling Mu Mu that playfully after Xiao Ting used it once.
When Yan Gui Xing first heard Gongsun call him that, he merely glanced at him without saying anything.
Since then, every time Gongsun examined Mu Mu, he would call him “young madam.” Perhaps because he said it so often, and with Yan Gui Xing’s tacit approval, Gongsun had the illusion that Mu Mu was their actual madam.
Gongsun pretended to put away his instruments before turning around. If his boss saw his expression, he’d probably break his ribs.
Yan Gui Xing knelt down before Mu Mu and put on his shoes. As he looked up, he saw Mu Mu smiling at him.
Golden sunlight streamed through the window behind him, casting a soft golden glow on him, making him appear fluffy, like a cute little animal with golden fur.
But the cute little animal’s fur was somewhat damaged. Yan Gui Xing’s gaze fell on the pink, raised scars on Mu Mu’s cheek and forehead.
These scars were from that night.
When Yan Gui Xing’s gaze touched those scars, it was as if he had been stung, and he looked away quickly.
Darkness flickered in his eyes beneath his lashes, the smile on his lips fading. Irritability spread through his chest, causing a dull ache.
Yan Gui Xing never regretted anything he had done—the massacre of the Hunter Guild on Wu Hui Xing, his return to the Yan family, or even the underhanded tactics he used to force Mu Mu into his arms.
But now, looking at those relatively minor scars, he felt regret.
It was a strange feeling, like a small fire burning his heart—a dull ache, not intense, but making him restless and wanting to vent his anger.
This feeling made Yan Gui Xing replay the events of that night. He wondered if he hadn’t tried to make Mu Mu suffer more, hoping he’d be more obedient later.
If he had arrived earlier, would Mu Mu have avoided the head injuries, and would his face have been spared?
He looked up at Mu Mu’s carefree, innocent smile, his fingers tracing the scarred half of his face, gently rubbing the raised, newly formed flesh.
Yan Gui Xing had done a lot of rough work as a child, and after joining the military, he had endured countless drills and gun training. His hands, though seemingly smooth, were actually rough, his fingertips and palms covered in calluses.
These calluses rubbing against the new skin reddened Mu Mu’s cheek and itched him, making him giggle.
His small hand grabbed Yan Gui Xing’s wrist, trying to pull it away. He said, “Gui Gui, it itches.”
His soft voice acted as a perfect fire extinguisher, calming Yan Gui Xing’s restless heart.
Mu Mu leaned forward, raising his unheld left hand to touch Yan Gui Xing’s furrowed brow. “Gui Gui, don’t frown. Too many wrinkles will make you look like an old grandpa.”
Gongsun, acting as a background element, imagined Yan Gui Xing as an old man: he’d be one of the most handsome old men in the Empire, but also the grumpiest.
That bad temper, after eighty or a hundred years, would probably be enough to stop a child’s crying.
Gongsun couldn’t help but chuckle.
Hearing the laughter, Yan Gui Xing remembered the large “light bulb” in the room. His temple twitched as he glared at Gongsun.
But when his gaze fell on Gongsun, Yan Gui Xing paused, saying, “Gongsun.”
Gongsun’s eyes flickered as he quickly deleted the image of Yan Gui Xing as an old man from his mind, composing himself. “Boss, what is it?”
“Get the treatment device and heal Mu Mu’s face.” Yan Gui Xing stood up, one arm around Mu Mu’s shoulders, the other hand cupping his chin to turn his scarred cheek towards Gongsun.
Gongsun blinked, unconsciously saying, “Boss, such minor injuries can be treated by Xiao Ting.”
He meant no disrespect; he genuinely thought the small treatment device built into Xiao Ting’s hands was more convenient than his large military-grade device.
The Empire’s treatment devices were categorized into civilian and military models. Civilian models were smaller and more portable, about the size of a microwave oven, weighing between 1000 and 3000 grams.
Military-grade devices, on the other hand, were found in military hospitals, starships, or were transported by mechs.
Therefore, the researchers had prioritized performance over portability in their design, resulting in a military device three times the size and four times the weight of a civilian one.
This bulky design was a constant source of complaints from the “delicate” medical officers of various military corps.
Gongsun was somewhat of a face-value enthusiast and despised the military-issued treatment device more than any other medical officer in the various military corps.
Unless absolutely necessary, he was reluctant to touch that device.
But Yan Gui Xing clearly didn’t want to wait until they returned to his main residence to get the robotic butler. He glared at Gongsun impatiently, “Just do it; what’s with all the questions? If you don’t want to do it, I’ll have the ship send you back to the research institute.”
Upon hearing that Yan Gui Xing was going to send him back to the research institute, Gongsun’s eyes rolled back. Honestly, he had just been being cheeky and had no intention of refusing treatment for the young madam’s face.
Spending his days with a bunch of old scholars in research was worse than death to him!
Mu Mu, who had been silent until now, tugged on Yan Gui Xing’s hand. Seeing Yan Gui Xing look down at him, he said considerately, “Gui Gui, Mu Mu’s face doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s okay if we don’t treat it.”