Reborn: Femme Fatale First Daughter

The scorching fire burnt her, making her unable to open her eyes out of pain. Thus, he could not see the man who charged into the fire to save her, regardless of the burning fire on her body. The passionate hug and the frightened voice signaled that the man was afraid of losing her…

However, she wondered who could be the one saving her as she could not see the person’s face with the blazing fire surrounding her. She gradually became unconscious, remembering only the shriek of a man. The man teared up. She was dreaming again. Then, she pondered who the man could be as few cared about her in her previous life!

She was only a tool to be used by others and loved by none. She could not figure out who would care so much about her to call out her name in fright as he charged into the fire for her. In her previous life, she was so naive that she would sacrifice everything for such a man.

However, in her previous life, she was surrounded by deception, and no one truly cared about her despite this humble wish.

“Tong’er, Tong’er…” Someone called out beside her. His voice was full of concern. She wondered why was she still dreaming. Could it be because she longed for care and love?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt intense heartache as if her heart were about to be torn apart. As she tightened her fist, she realized that she did not want much from the world.

Looking at the desperate and fragile expression on the beautiful face in front of him, Feng Yuran stretched out his hand to touch her face, swapping away the cold sweat on her forehead. Concerned, he cried out, “Tong’er, wake up! Wake up!”

This voice and action finally made Mo Xuetong open her eyes in surprise. Looking at the delicate handsome face in front of her, she was stunned as she was confused about her situation. Unconsciously, she tightened her fists and put them in front of her breast. This action of caution made Feng Yuran disheartened yet sympathetic.

What kind of experiences could make a young girl so afraid!

Looking at the cold sweat and tears all over her face, his heart hurt like never before! Could this injured, fragile, and even desperate girl really be the strong, intelligent and sly Mo Xuetong!

No matter who hurt her, he would make them pay the price.

“Tong’er, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?” He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the tears off her face. His lazy voice seemed to be like an ancient wine, warming the heart of the girl.

Slowly, Mo Xuetong became sober as she blinked her eyes, regaining her bright eyes. Suddenly, she sprung up from the bed and surveyed the surroundings. “Where is this?”

This was not her room!

There was a row of bookshelves next to the window on her left. On her right was a wide table, with a bed inside the room. She was lying on the couch with Feng Yuran. Even though the two were fully clothed, which meant that someone had dressed her, she panicked as the two were extremely close on the bed.

Immediately, she forgot all about the dream, leaving only a slight panic in her eyes.

She was not suspicious of Feng Yuran, but he was in a terrible state.

The large purple robes around him were not tightened as he did not use a belt. His long black hair was not bundled up as well, complimenting his pretty face. His hair looked messy, perhaps because he was lying on the bed. A few strands of hair rested on his shoulders, making him look lazy and casual.

The interior was lit, making the small place bright. The beautiful features shone pale under the light as his eyes spoke of fatigue. Even though he was smiling gently, he did not look well. The incense by the window side gave off a similar smell like his, a light and refreshing one.

However, Mo Xuetong did smell something amiss.

He examined at the lazy Feng Yuran beside her, who was still wiping tears off her face, with suspicion. “What happened to you?”

Feng Yuran frowned as he put down the handkerchief, joking, “Do you want to ask the first or second question? You asked me question after question, giving me no time to respond.”

“Second one!” Mo Xuetong rejected the hand that stretched out to toy with her hair. Her hair was still the same as when she went to bed, scattered all over her shoulders. She looked weaker but brighter.

“Long story…” Feng Yuran smiled as he spoke.

Mo Xuetong stopped him impolitely, stretching out to his robe as she spoke, “So the point is…”

“Sigh, Tong’er, even though father has approved of my marriage, but we are still not yet husband and wife. It’s not proper to do this now.” Feng Yuran pulled Mo Xuetong’s hand towards him as he squeezed it, joking around in the process.

“Are you going to say, or am I going to look at it myself?” Mo Xuetong stared at him, determined. She was angry as the slight sandal scent could not cover the smell of blood on his body.

Under her fury gaze, Feng Yuran gave in and smiled bitterly, pampering her. “Tong’er, I am injured.”

“How? Let me see.” Mo Xuetong slapped his hand away and insisted on opening his robe. His robe was not tightened and thus was easily pulled open. As she pulled the robe open, she realized that he had a thick layer of cloth covering his chest, making it impossible to tighten the robe. Blood sipped from under the cloth. Even though she could not see his injuries, she knew he was severely injured.

Mo Xuetong’s lips turned pale at the discovery as her lips shivered. He was indeed injured! Like the rumors, he was severely injured!

No wonder he had an incense here.

“Tong’er, I’m in pain.” Feng Yuran smiled gently as he pulled Mo Xuetong’s hand towards her. His eyes were watery, making his expression extremely moving.

Angrily, Mo Xuetong knocked his hand away from her and asked coldly while pointing at his chest. “What is this?”

She never believed in the rumors outside.

He could feel the concern Mo Xuetong had for him and thus his bright eyes lit up more, flickering under the light as if they were light reflecting on pure water.

“Tong’er, someone stabbed me. It’s an assassination.” Feng Yuran nodded his head bitterly as if he were greatly wronged.

“Lie down properly.” Mo Xuetong pushed Feng Yuran away and sat upright so he could have the full space to lie down. She then removed on one of the pillows behind him as she asked him angrily, “Did you really go and drink in the brothel?”

He was obviously being stabbed, and yet he spread the news that it was due to the collapse of the building.

“Please, Tong’er, I will never go and drink in a brothel! Someone tried to frame me. Come, look at me Tong’er, does this injury looks like it’s from a collapsed building! Come on, Tong’er, you must never believe in what they say about me as all sorts of people exist nowadays. You must believe in my character, Tong’er!” As if he had been greatly wronged, Feng Yuran exclaimed angrily. He was trying to pacify Mo Xuetong.

Mo Xuetong pursed her lips and ignored him!

He had to be the one who spread the news out as everyone was convinced of the incident at the brothel! Yet he still claimed otherwise!

“Who sent the assassin here? Why do you not want to tell the truth?” Mo Xuetong raised her head and frowned. He shouldn’t be hiding the assassination as everyone was injured, with his injury being the worst. As long as Emperor Zongwen saw this wound, he would believe that someone wanted his life, and there was no need to hide that.

As she spoke, she reached out to remove the cloth covering his wound. As blood had sipped out, it was time to change the bandage.

“It’s not good for brothers to keep trying to kill each other. I shouldn’t tell Father or he will be mad again.” Frowning, Feng Yuran twisted his body, making it easier for Mo Xuetong to untie his bandage.

Mo Xuetong was a bit annoyed at his blatant lies and thus pressed on his wound lightly. He screamed out in pain, with endurance written all over his pale face. Suddenly, Mo Xuetong was reluctant to touch his wound anymore as her hand trembled.

After a long while, she took a deep breath and continued untying the bandage layer by layer, regaining her composure. When all the cloth was untied, Mo Xuetong was shocked to find a large wound from the left chest to the lower right abdomen. Even her heart trembled with this discovery.

She almost couldn’t see him again!

This understanding made her pale with fright, as her limbs turned cold. At this moment, even her heart seemed to stop beating. He, how could he…

Tears rushed up to her eyes and she had to bite her lips to control the emotions in her heart.

She could not understand that emotion as it seemed to be a mixture of fear and sadness. She could only feel the blunt pain on her heart.

She was afraid! It was the first time that she had ever felt fear since her rebirth. Beside her, a warm hand surrounded her and grabbed her hands. She seemed to use that as a support, grabbing on to it immediately.

“Don’t worry. It’s not painful.” His voice was deep and cheerful.

However, it was painful for her. She was in great pain and great fear. Biting her lips, she was unable to form a sentence. Staring at the long gash on his body, the calmness in her eyes disappeared. Instead, she was overwhelmed by emotions.

Feng Yuran’s long slit eyes spoke of gentleness as he smiled, promising her, “Don’t worry, Tong’er. I didn’t make him comfortable as well. He was still lying on the bed now and his hand would nearly be useless. He could at most write a few words from now on.”

Someone’s hand was injured, and could not get up from his bed.

Mo Xuetong’s eyes blinked as she suddenly understood the situation. As tears flowed down her face, she became immensely angry. Pushing his hands away, she asked coldly, “Where are the bandage and medication?”

Feng Yuran did not expect Mo Xuetong to be suddenly angry and became anxious. His seductive face disappeared as he called out, “Tong’er…”

“Where?” Mo Xuetong ignored his call and searched the medicine box beside her. Indeed, she found white cotton and medication inside. Smelling the drug, she was sure that those medications were for external injuries and thus placed them aside at her disposal. Quickly, she applied the medicine onto his wound before cutting a large part of the white cotton away.

With a cold gaze focused on him, she signaled for him to lift his body up. Feng Yuran followed her request, flattering her as he stared at her puny face. Mo Xuetong carefully bandaged him layer after layer. Every single time she approached him to bandage his wound, Feng Yuran’s eyes were all smiles.

Tong’er was worried about him! She was angry that he did not take care of himself!

That understanding made him touched, as he felt sweetness akin to drinking a full jar of honey!