Chapter 83: with translation of chapter title

Halfway through the game, Su Mingyan's assistant Peng Ran held a mobile phone, walked up beside Su Mingyan, and only after Su Mingyan gripped his golf club and swung at the white ball in a steady motion did he step forward and whisper a reminder.

Hearing his words, Su Mingyan raised his hand to take the phone, then naturally passed the golf club to the caddie waiting nearby; he didn't rush to answer the call, but instead turned back and, uneasy, instructed Su Ruoyun: "I'm going to take a call—don't run around."

After Su Ruoyun nodded in agreement, Su Mingyan reached out to take the baseball cap Peng Ran handed him, snapped it onto his head low enough to cover most of his face, then lifted his feet, turned, and prepared to leave.

Just before leaving, his gaze swept along the brim of his cap and unintentionally landed on Huo Jingcheng, who stood nearby holding a golf club; his eyes lingered on him for a moment before he stepped away.

Huo Jingcheng's gaze followed Su Mingyan until his figure disappeared at the side annex's doorway, then he withdrew his eyes and, walking leisurely, swayed over to Su Ruoyun's side.

At that moment, Su Ruoyun was intently staring at her phone screen, her fingertips sliding back and forth, when a large patch of dense shadow suddenly fell before her, and she instinctively looked up.

Seeing who stood before her, she hesitated not at all and lowered her head again.

Her fingertips tapped the screen back and forth, deleting the game's background, she slipped the phone into her pocket, then picked up her golf club and stood up.

"Do you play golf? Let me teach you," Huo Jingcheng said, seeing her always sitting in the lounge, never going onto the course, at most just waving the club around, and assuming she couldn't play.

Su Ruoyun replied bluntly: "I can play; I don't need your instruction."

Hearing that, he readily changed his tune: "Then I won't play; you teach me."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

She ignored Huo Jingcheng, walked briskly forward trying to shake him off, and as the game progressed, the lounge grew farther from the crowd.

Huo Jingcheng quickened his steps to keep up, walking side by side with Su Ruoyun: "Don't you want to be with me?"

"No," Su Ruoyun answered listlessly, her sole aim to get away from him.

Huo Jingcheng: "Or is it because of what happened last time?"

"Speaking of the unspoken," Su Ruoyun fell silent for a moment, then spoke lightly: "... No, you're overthinking it."

Huo Jingcheng took in her annoyed, angry expression, lowered his gaze slowly, and fixed his eyes on the lush, carpet-like grass beneath his feet, a carefree smile playing at the corner of his mouth as he quietly drew nearer to Su Ruoyun.

Seeing this, Su Ruoyun restrained the urge to roll her eyes and said irritably: "Stay away from me."

Saying that, she shifted two steps to the side, her feet never stopping, yet her clear eyes remained locked on Huo Jingcheng, completely oblivious to her surroundings.

Hearing that, Huo Jingcheng couldn't help but chuckle lightly, his chest rising and falling as he casually lifted his head; a glance from the corner of his eye swept over to her side and instantly spotted a man preparing to swing behind Su Ruoyun, the man just having lifted his club.

His gaze froze, his whole body startled, he reached out to pull her, but couldn't match the speed of the other's swing, and Huo Jingcheng was a beat too late.

Out of the blue, a golf club swept sideways and struck Su Ruoyun's shin squarely.

"Hiss—" she couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, the sound of pain spreading through the air.

The swinger felt the club hit something, his heart gave a jolt, he snapped his head back, and upon seeing that it was Su Ruoyun who'd been hit, his face turned deathly pale as he stammered: "S-sorry, Miss Su... I... I really didn't mean to..."

The injury still throbbed faintly; the man held a wedge, its metal head striking her shin bone directly, quickly bruising a large area.

"It's fine," Su Ruoyun waved her hand, adding, "After all, getting hit by the club was partly my fault—I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings."

The caddie failed to notice someone approaching in time, a lapse in his duties for which he bears responsibility.

Realizing this, the caddie's face filled with panic; he hurried forward in small steps, his tone tinged with careful urgency, and softly suggested taking Su Ruoyun to treat her wound.

Su Ruoyun's right shin was struck by the club, leaving a reddish mark tinged with bruise that stood out starkly against her fair skin.

She stood on one leg, the injured leg too painful to support her; she had intended to hop over, but Huo Jingcheng stepped forward, reached out with his long arms, and scooped her up in a horizontal embrace.

As soon as Huo Jingcheng held her in his arms, Su Ruoyun felt unease wash over her; she twisted and struggled to get down, her movements flustered and urgent.

Huo Jingcheng sensed her intent, raised his hand and patted her thigh, signaling her to settle down.

Su Ruoyun could only remain "obediently" in his embrace, letting him carry her all the way into the lounge.

In the upscale golf club, all kinds of emergency supplies were fully stocked.

The caddie hurried to find a staff member; after a brief exchange, the staff quickly fetched an ice pack and a swelling-reducing spray, handing them to the caddie.

After the caddie placed the two items on the coffee table, turned and left, closing the lounge door, Huo Jingcheng then sat down on the sofa.

Inside the lounge, his low, hoarse voice came, telling her to lift her left leg; the words were simple yet carried an irresistible tone, meant for him to apply medicine to himself; Su Ruoyun didn't overly hold back, readily complying.

The man's broad, warm palm wrapped around her bony ankle; the intimate touch felt like a 220-volt current, making her heart jolt.

Su Ruoyun instinctively wanted to pull away from the sensation, but then reacted, lifting her leg and lightly resting her left foot between his legs.

She could clearly feel the firmness and strength of his thigh muscles transmitted through the sole of her foot—a strong, real sensation.

To facilitate icing and applying medicine, Su Ruoyun turned slightly sideways; taking advantage of her back being to him, Huo Jingcheng brazenly fixed his gaze on her long legs.

Her legs were beautifully shaped: straight, slender calves, delicate, refined bony ankles, almost no calf bulk; the only flaw was that bruise.

The cold ice pack pressed against her shin, then the anti‑swelling spray was misted onto the wound, filling the air with a medicinal scent.

After finishing the application, Huo Jingcheng released her left foot, lowered his head to replace the spray's cap; during the spraying, it was inevitable to touch a bit of the liquid—not unpleasant, but still uncomfortable.

He rose and walked unhurriedly toward the restroom to wash his hands.

Su Ruoyun watched Huo Jingcheng enter the lounge's restroom; needing to air‑dry, she didn't rush to put her shoes on, instead pressed her legs together on the sofa, wrapped her arms around her knees, and buried her head between them.

Zhuzi: Indeed, can't just talk nonsense, my leg might not be saved.