In the evening, just as Su Pei'er finished her fetus-preserving medicine, she heard a commotion outside the door.
She turned her head to look and saw a familiar figure, immediately rising to greet him.
"Mr. Han, you're finally ba—oh my, what happened to your face?" Su Pei'er's delicate eyebrows furrowed, her expression filled with worry.
Han Yao, who had been perfectly fine when he left that morning, now had one side of his face swollen, with blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. It was obvious he had been beaten.
Han Yao turned his head away, feeling a sense of shame. He wouldn't let her touch him.
"It's nothing. Just a slap from that old bastard, Ye Heng."
Su Pei'er shot a look at her young maid. "Quick, go get some ice and a cloth."
The young maid acknowledged the order, quickly withdrew, and closed the door.
