MCSCPM -Chapter 222 Injured

As soon as Leng Feng appeared, he seized the bearded man and gave him a harsh lesson, kicking him repeatedly.

“Someone help…!” the courtesan cried out.

A crowd rushed out to surround Leng Feng, but he immediately spotted Ding Ying and finally felt a sense of relief. However, Ding Ying was terrified and crying uncontrollably.

“Ding Ying, don’t be afraid. I’ll get you out of here,” he said. He tried to move forward but was blocked by the people from the Drunken Immortal Brothel.

A dozen or so men attacked him with sticks and knives, but Leng Feng wielded his sword without mercy. Fueled by worry for Ding Ying, his strikes were fast and precise. The men were no match for him—one by one, they fell to the ground, wounded, though none fatally.

“You lot… just wait till tomorrow,” he growled, then slapped the courtesan across the face, warning, “You old schemer! I’m letting you off today, but tomorrow I’ll make you pay!”

“Master, have mercy! I didn’t know, I misjudged you… mercy!” she begged, kneeling immediately.

Leng Feng rushed to Ding Ying’s side, grabbing her shoulders. “Ding Ying, don’t be afraid. It’s okay now, it’s over.”

Tears streaming, Ding Ying threw herself into his arms, sobbing loudly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll make sure nothing like this ever happens again, not for the rest of your life,” he said, lifting her and leaving. Before exiting, he kicked Old Zhou in the face. “A bunch of reckless fools,” he muttered.

He quickly took Ding Ying away, boarding the carriage and heading to Yin Qingyue’s suburban residence. He didn’t know if Ding Ying had been hurt, so he needed to get back quickly for her to be checked.

The whole way, Ding Ying cried, and Leng Feng held her tightly. “Ding Ying, this is all my fault. You can scold me or hit me once you calm down. I’m sorry for what happened today.”

Ding Ying stopped crying, leaning against him. She shook her head softly. “Leng Feng, I knew you’d come. I knew you would.”

“Ding Ying…”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault. I’m the one at fault. Don’t blame yourself.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you for life. Nothing like this will ever happen again, even if I die today. This is the first time and the last time,” Leng Feng said, still unsure what else to do. His words were meant both to comfort her and to give himself a sense of responsibility.

“Thank you, Leng Feng,” Ding Ying said, sitting up, but she accidentally touched his hand. Leng Feng suddenly clenched his brows, teeth gritted in pain. He immediately held his arm—it was badly injured, cut by a knife earlier at the Drunken Immortal Brothel.

“What happened?” Ding Ying asked, noticing the blood soaking his sleeve. She panicked.

“You’re hurt… why didn’t you say anything?”

“It’s nothing, just a small wound. Don’t worry,” he said.

“Small wound? Look! You’re bleeding!” she cried.

Leng Feng took Ding Ying’s hand in his. “Ding Ying, it’s really nothing. This little injury isn’t worth worrying about. If you keep crying, I’ll feel guilty to death.”

“Don’t talk about life and death,” she said, holding onto his hand, not letting go. In a sense, she seemed to be accepting him more.

After everything that happened today—and tonight—her view of Leng Feng had changed.

“Okay, I won’t mention it anymore,” she said softly.

Elsewhere, in the suburban residence

Yin Qingyue was alone, surprised that Chu Jingcheng had left after sending her back. None of the scenarios she had imagined happened.

Before leaving, Chu Jingcheng had repeatedly told her to take good care of herself, and she had promised to do so.

Night had fallen, and Ding Ying still hadn’t returned. Yin Qingyue grew increasingly worried.

Mei’er brought over the medicine she had prepared. “Miss, she hasn’t taken her medicine all day.”

“Well… Ding Ying hasn’t returned yet. I wonder what happened.”

“Don’t worry, Miss. Leng Feng is with her. Perhaps because of the lantern festival, she’s late, but she should be on her way back now.”

“I’m not worried about that. I’m worried that Ding Ying was wronged. You know how she doesn’t say anything when she’s upset.”

Mei’er shivered. “Ah… Leng Feng wouldn’t do anything like that, would he?”

“Last time, didn’t he kiss Miss Ding?” Yin Qingyue said, growing more worried.

At that moment, Leng Feng entered, supporting Ding Ying. Yin Qingyue rushed forward. “What happened? Is she hurt?”

“Miss Yin, please check on Ding Ying. I don’t know if she’s injured. This is all my fault!” Leng Feng said, full of self-reproach.

Seeing Ding Ying’s red, tear-streaked eyes, Yin Qingyue didn’t ask more. “Mei’er, help Miss Ding to her room. I’ll come in a moment.”

“Yes,” Mei’er said, carefully guiding Ding Ying away.

Once Ding Ying was taken care of, Yin Qingyue clenched her fist and struck Leng Feng heavily on the chest.

“Tell me! What exactly happened? She was fine before leaving, but now someone’s hurt!” Yin Qingyue said, noticing his injured arm, her voice softening slightly.

“It’s my fault. I wanted to take her to see the lanterns, but the crowd was huge. She almost got kidnapped… taken to a brothel. I arrived in time. She’s okay, just scared,” Leng Feng explained.

“Leng Feng, you’re too reckless! If Miss Ding follows you in the future, won’t she constantly be in fear?”

“It won’t happen again. I promise, never again.”

“Alright. You’re hurt too. Consider it a lesson. Ding Ying, don’t worry. Go rest. I’ll comfort her. And you need to treat that arm.”

“Miss Yin, thank you,” Leng Feng said, abandoning his usual playful attitude, showing the responsibility of a true man.

As he prepared to leave, Yin Qingyue called after him. “Leng Feng, take care of tonight’s matter properly. Places like brothels are filthy. If Ding Ying’s father hears anything, you know the consequences.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it cleanly,” he said firmly.

Yin Qingyue trusted him and stopped pressing further.

She hurried to Ding Ying afterward. Mei’er had brought a clean set of clothes and some hot water.

Ding Ying curled up on the bed, burying her head in her knees, still trembling.

“Miss, you should stay with Ding Ying. She hasn’t spoken a word—probably too scared,” Mei’er said.

“Mei’er, you may go. I’ll take care of her,” Yin Qingyue said.

“Yes, Miss. Let me know if you need anything,” Mei’er replied, leaving.

Yin Qingyue sat by the bed, feeling sympathetic. If it weren’t for her suggestion earlier, none of this would have happened—Ding Ying wouldn’t be in this state, and Leng Feng wouldn’t be injured.

“Ding Ying, if you want to cry, go ahead. I know you’re upset. If you don’t want to stay here, I’ll send you back tomorrow. As for you and Leng Feng… I’ll speak to Prince Jing to cancel it.”

Ding Ying slowly lifted her head, her voice choked with sobs. “Miss Yin, thank you. I know you mean well. Today has nothing to do with Leng Feng. He didn’t want this.”

Yin Qingyue understood, gently patting her hand. “Ding Ying, be honest. Is it really impossible between you and Leng Feng?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Don’t know? What does that mean?”

Ding Ying avoided her gaze, embarrassed, biting her lip, saying nothing.

Yin Qingyue didn’t press further. “Alright, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine. Let me check if you’re hurt.”

“No, no. I’m fine. I just stayed there for a while. After changing clothes, I’m okay,” Ding Ying said, covering herself with her hand, turning slightly away.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed. If you’re really fine, that’s okay,” Yin Qingyue said, pausing. “But Leng Feng’s arm seems badly injured. I saw a lot of blood. He’ll need some time to recover.”

“Is he… back now? Is it serious?”

“Miss Ding, I see… you’re still worried about him.”

“I…” Ding Ying blushed, speechless.

Yin Qingyue realized tonight’s events had made Ding Ying’s feelings for Leng Feng clear. Smiling, she said, “Alright, you’ve had a long day. Rest well. I won’t disturb you.”

“Mm-hmm.”

As Yin Qingyue stood, Ding Ying gently held her hand. “Tomorrow… can I go see him? To Prince Jing’s residence?”

Yin Qingyue couldn’t let her go alone. “Alright, I’ll have Mei’er accompany you tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Miss Yin. You’ve helped me so much. I don’t know how to repay you.”

“If you really want to thank me, just take care of yourself and don’t make Leng Feng worry.”

Ding Ying nodded.