She is a heartthrob who wants to live a good life

Shen Weicang was lying on the beauty couch in the warm room, reading a book. Chunlan walked in and called her in a cheerful voice: "Miss Shen, the fifth young master of the Shen family is here!"

Shen Weicang was holding a book in one hand, and a maid was standing next to him, holding some snacks in her hands. She had just picked up a piece of lotus cake, but when she heard Chunlan's words, she dropped both the cake and the book.

"What did you say?" Shen Weicang was shocked, "Shen Zheng came to Wenjian Villa?"

Chunlan thought she was so happy that she lost her composure, and she helped her up with a smile on her face: "It's the fifth young master of the Shen family. He is with the master and the mistress now."

Shen Weicang looked unhappy. She wanted to pretend to be happy, but she couldn't smile.

How come Shen Zheng is so lucky? The life-threatening bracelet is on his hand. Su Zhao didn't catch up with him all the way, so he must have been chasing him. How could he still survive?

Her mind was blank and she let Chunlan help her sit up and put on her shoes.

It was not until she helped the dazed Miss Shen to get dressed that Chunlan realized that something seemed to be wrong with her.

Just now, I was so focused on coming to Miss Shen to report my safety that I forgot to say the most important thing.

"Don't worry, Miss Shen. Although the Fifth Young Master was injured, he is not serious," she took Shen Weicang's hand and helped her walk out. "They are just minor injuries. They will be fine after a few days of rest."

"injured?!"

Shen Weicang woke up as if from a dream and asked loudly.

Chunlan blinked. Why did she feel that Miss Shen's tone seemed a little happy when she heard that the Fifth Young Master was injured?

No, Miss Shen must be worried about the Fifth Young Master.

Her voice became softer, and she looked at Shen Weicang tenderly: "He was slightly injured, but don't worry, Miss Shen, there is really no danger. The Fifth Young Master is fine."

Shen Weicang's expression fell again, and he forced a smile: "That's good."

She was too lazy to say a word now and felt weak all over.

As he stepped into the meeting room of Wenjian Villa, Shen Weicang saw Shen Zheng at first sight.

Chunlan was not wrong, he was indeed full of life. When he heard the sound and turned around and saw her, he immediately stood up and rushed to her.

"elder sister!"

Shen Zheng was wearing a dark blue robe. The clothes were clean, but there were a few scratches on his face, which were very conspicuous against his fair skin.

Shen Weicang had been brewing emotions all the way, and seeing him so cheerful, he really couldn't cry. He showed a smile that was uglier than crying: "You're here."

Shen Zheng put his arm around her shoulders and said softly, "Don't worry, sister. I'm fine."

Father Wen also laughed out loud: "Miss Shen has been worried about the Fifth Young Master these days, and now she can finally put her mind at ease."

"Mr. Shen's injuries are not serious, but Mr. Su is seriously injured. However, I have already asked a doctor, and he will not be in any danger."

Shen Zheng said seriously: "Thank you, Master Wen."

Shen Weicang suppressed the complicated and lost thoughts in his heart, and looked at Shen Zheng with some surprise: "What Mr. Su?"

Shen Zheng smiled faintly: "He was the one who saved me on the road. He fell off a cliff and was seriously injured. I can't just ignore him."

Thinking of Su Zhao, a shadow formed in his eyes.

After a few pleasantries, Master Wen had Shen Zheng taken to his courtyard.

Shen Weicang was distracted, and when she came to her senses, she had actually followed Shen Zheng to his and Mr. Su's courtyard.

"Sister," Shen Zheng sent the man away, his face becoming serious, "Come with me."

Shen Weicang's heart was in suspense because of him. Could it be that he found out that he wanted to kill him?

"Why are you so secretive..." Shen Weicang was pulled into the room by him. When he saw the person lying on the bed, his eyes widened for a moment, "Isn't this Su Zhao?!"

Su Zhao looked pale and very weak as he lay on the bed. He no longer had the high spirits he had when Shen Weicang saw him last time.

Shen Zheng nodded: "When he was fighting with me on the way, he fell off a cliff and was seriously injured. When he woke up, he lost his memory."

"Then why don't you kill him?" Shen Weicang blurted out, and then glanced at Su Zhao warily, lowering his voice, "Once he remembers, he will definitely not let us go!"

She became angrier and angrier as she spoke: “Are you a fool to save him?!”

Shen Zheng squeezed her hand: "Don't be afraid, sister. He can't threaten us now."

He pulled Shen Weicang to the table and sat down: "Su Zhao is the Marquis of Anyuan, and behind him are Concubine Su and the Grand Tutor's Mansion. If he really dies, those people in the capital will definitely come to us first to seek revenge."

"Now that he has lost his memory, we can make use of him," Shen Zheng racked his brains to come up with this reason, "If sister is angry, she can take advantage of his memory loss to torment him more."

Shen Weicang was speechless. Why couldn't she kill anyone she wanted to kill every time?

The tears that hadn't fallen just now fell out in the blink of an eye: "You don't know how scared I have been these days."

Shen Zheng was startled and hurriedly raised his hand to wipe her tears. The girl turned away, half covering her face with a handkerchief, and her voice was filled with tears:

"Originally, I planned to split up with you because I thought Su Zhao would definitely come after me, so I wanted to lure him over. I didn't expect Su Zhao to catch up with me along the way, so I knew you must have run into him."

"I don't want to hurt you," she cried sadly, "I know I have always bullied you in the past, but this time I really want to protect you..."

Shen Zheng's heart ached at her crying, and he blamed her with a feeling of regret:

"Sister, you are so confused. Why are you so depressed? Fortunately, Su Zhao came after me. If he really caught up with you, and if something really happened to you, what would you let me do?!"

Shen Weicang blinked his eyes behind his handkerchief. Shen Zheng seemed unaware that he almost killed him.

She continued to cry: "I..."

Shen Zheng suddenly hugged her tightly, and his voice softened: "Cang Cang, don't cry. I didn't mean to be angry with you. I was just angry that you didn't know how to protect yourself."

His hand patted Shen Weicang's back: "Don't cry, I'm fine."

Shen Weicang didn't cry at first, but after hearing these words, he really wanted to cry.

Shen Zheng continued to speak softly: "I know, are you trying to apologize to me because you are afraid of me?"

"I have never blamed you, Cang Cang. Don't do anything that hurts yourself in the future, and don't be afraid of me, okay?"

Shen Weicang nodded randomly, as if he was embarrassed to look at him, and covered himself with a handkerchief: "I...I'll go back first."

She ran out of the yard with her head down. Shen Zheng wanted to chase her, but stopped at the door again.

"You were pretending to be dead in bed, why are you up again?"

He looked out the door without turning around, his voice cold.

Su Zhao, dressed in a white shirt, sat down at the table leisurely and poured himself a cup of tea. "If I lie down again, I'm worried that the Tenth Prince will still have to take care of me. How can I bear the care of His Royal Highness the Prince himself?"

Shen Zheng glanced outside cautiously, closed the door again, and warned him in a low voice: "You said you would not tell anyone my identity!"

Su Zhao took a sip of tea, and his voice was a little weak: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will certainly do what I say."