The Tyrant CEO Blew His Top Again

Someone who did not want to give Guo Lantai any face ultimately compromised after a fierce, teeth-gritting internal struggle.

At that moment, he truly understood what it meant to have a shameless face. Guo Lantai not only had one, it was exceptionally thick.

"Go sit properly inside!"

He ordered irritably, reaching to take the ointment back from Guo Lantai.

Guo Lantai had been facing away from him earlier, so he had not noticed. But now that he had turned around, Cen Muxiao saw that the two cotton balls, which had clearly stopped showing blood before, were once again soaked a vivid red.

Before he could say anything, Guo Lantai raised a hand to cover his nostrils and muttered a complaint at him. "Did I suffer some internal injury? Was it caused by that ghost, or by you?"

Cen Muxiao's head began to ache. At a time like this, he could still spout such nonsense!

Why did he not just spit out a mouthful of blood while he was at it?

"You got tired from meddling in other people's business. Wait there!"

His mouth did not stop talking, nor did his feet. He first fetched a towel, then took some medical cotton from the medicine box. When he turned back, he pressed down on Guo Lantai's forehead and got to work without allowing any argument.

Once both nostrils had been plugged again, he forced Guo Lantai down onto a chair and called his private doctor.

Whatever had caused it, bleeding nonstop like this was definitely not normal.

With that thought, he pressed the call button, though his gaze slid strangely toward Guo Lantai. Could this guy have some serious illness?

"Hello, Young Master Cen!"

The call was picked up quickly. His private doctor was surnamed Li. Doctor Li had once been Old Master Cen's personal physician, and over the past few years, Old Master Cen had specifically assigned him to serve Cen Muxiao.

"Yes. I need you to come over right now, as soon as possible!"

"What happened? Are you injured or ill? Do you need an ambulance?"

The moment Doctor Li heard that, alarm bells rang in his head. Cen Muxiao was young, strong, and in excellent health; Doctor Li was not needed even once throughout most years. This rare call sounded urgent, which meant it had to be serious.

"It's not me. Someone has a nosebleed... Anyway, come take a look first!"

Cen Muxiao had intended to explain some details, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone climbing onto his bed. He hurriedly gave the instruction and hung up.

"Who said you could get on my bed?" Seeing that it was too late to stop him, Cen Muxiao snapped sharply instead.

"Keep it down. I think I lost too much blood. My head is a little dizzy, and I can't sit still!"

Guo Lantai lay sprawled across one corner of the large bed, his head hanging over the edge. With his eyelids drooping, he muttered, "Can't you show a little sympathy?"

He had finally been ruthless with himself for once. If he did not take a little more advantage now, all the blood he had shed today would have been wasted!

Since he was already lying there and it was a done deal, Cen Muxiao forcibly suppressed the urge to flip him onto the floor.

Hah, Guo Lantai's big mouth had actually hit the mark. He had seen plenty of blood tonight, and he was about to vomit blood from anger himself!

"Then behave yourself!"

Seeing his shoulders and back exposed as he lay there without a shred of dignity, Cen Muxiao tossed a blanket over him and turned to leave. He needed to get out and catch his breath.

His room did not just smell of blood. It also reeked of demon energy!

After another glance at the room opposite his, he figured Song Anning had probably been angered too. It did not seem appropriate to comfort him now, so Cen Muxiao simply went downstairs to wait for Doctor Li.

Meanwhile, Doctor Li had already left home. His employer's call had woken him from his sleep, instantly making him nervous, though thankfully, his employer was fine.

But what was this about someone having a nosebleed?

It was only while he was getting dressed and heading out that he remembered Young Master Cen had gotten married yesterday!

As an experienced man, Doctor Li shrewdly realized that calling him before dawn probably meant it was not as simple as a nosebleed!

On their wedding night, two young people burning with passion had come together. A small bloody accident did not seem all that unusual!

Sigh! They were still too young and did not know how to restrain themselves!

Yet when Doctor Li rushed over twenty minutes later and followed Cen Muxiao to the second-floor bedroom, the scene before him was rather different.

A young man was rolled up in the blanket, with only a small face still stained with blood exposed. His eyes were closed, and he was sleeping soundly.

Several bloodied cotton balls had been casually tossed onto the floor beside the bed. Doctor Li understood at once. Young Master Cen had been telling the truth—someone really had a nosebleed.

And when Cen Muxiao saw Guo Lantai, whose bleeding had already stopped and who was curled up on his bed without a care in the world, sleeping away, his face nearly frosted over!

He had been downstairs waiting for the doctor, while this guy had been upstairs catching up on sleep in perfect comfort. What a wonderful wife he had.

"Young Master Cen?"

Doctor Li quietly asked for instructions. Could he begin the examination? Although the new wife was asleep, he had bled, and since Doctor Li had come, he had to do something.

"Examine him. He ran into a door and bled quite a bit."

Cen Muxiao stared at that pale little face before answering. No matter what kind of person this guy was, he had lost a lot of blood late at night because of him. Cen Muxiao had to take responsibility for that.

Doctor Li did not suspect anything and immediately went over to work. Yet no matter how he called, Guo Lantai would not open his eyes.

He merely hummed and whined sleepily, curled inside the blanket like a silkworm cocoon.

Fortunately, his face was exposed, so Doctor Li simply examined him as he was.

After a while, Doctor Li returned to report, "Young Master Cen, I've examined him. It's nothing serious. The impact likely ruptured some capillaries, and Madam Cen's nasal mucosa is somewhat sensitive and fragile, so the bleeding was heavier. I've treated it. Don't touch it forcefully again, and he should recover in two days!"

"Is that amount of blood normal?"

Cen Muxiao asked an extra question.

"It's still within the normal range. But if you're worried, you can take him to the hospital for a more thorough examination."

"Mm. Understood."

"Then, Young Master Cen, if there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first."

"Wait!"

Cen Muxiao stopped Doctor Li again, then looked toward the cocoon and said slowly, "Check his back as well. He probably hit it too. See how it should be treated."

Doctor Li: ...What exactly had this new wife gone through? Could it be that he had been... abused on his wedding night?

Suppressing the doubt in his heart, Doctor Li silently walked to the bedside, only to freeze when he looked at the person on the bed.

"Young Master Cen!"

He looked to Cen Muxiao for help. Wrapped up so tightly, was it really appropriate for an outsider like him to look inside?

"I'll do it!"

Cen Muxiao dropped those words and strode forward. Grabbing one corner of the blanket, he was about to yank it open with brute force when, in the next second, the person inside gave a sleepy hum and obediently rolled over, exposing his back perfectly!

Cen Muxiao froze. ...He was pretending to sleep!

Seeing that it was possible now, Doctor Li hurried over to examine him. Staring at the two strange red marks, he could not help wondering what he had hit.

"How is it?"

"Uh, they are indeed bruises from impact. Just apply some medicine to promote blood circulation and disperse the bruising."

As he spoke, he took out an ointment he had brought and handed it to Cen Muxiao. In a soft voice, he instructed, "Apply this twice a day. Rub it in, and he'll be fine!"

Cen Muxiao frowned. "You apply it for him."

"Alright." Doctor Li obediently got to work. With him here, it really was his job.

Once he was done and had packed up his things, he prepared to take his leave. "Then I'll head back first. Contact me again if there are any problems!"

"Alright. Thank you."

"It's my duty."

After seeing Doctor Li off, Cen Muxiao looked back and found that the person on the bed had wrapped himself into a silkworm cocoon again. Still pretending!

"Get up. Go back to your own room!" Cen Muxiao coldly drove him away, while his hands did not idle as he began tugging at the blanket to pull him out.

"Mom! Stop making noise, let me sleep another ten minutes!"

Unexpectedly, Guo Lantai's muttered words brought the tyrant CEO's movements to a halt.

Mom!? Was he calling him that? Did he think he was still at home, lazing in bed?

Cen Muxiao swept an icy gaze over his own bed. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped Guo Lantai up tightly, slung him over his shoulder, and strode out.

He went upstairs, kicked open the door, and tossed down the blanket bundle—all in one smooth motion!

But the moment he stepped out, he reconsidered and returned. Both hands rummaged around in the blanket bundle until he pulled out a fluffy head. Only after confirming that Guo Lantai would not suffocate did he stomp off again in a huff!

Guo Lantai abruptly opened his eyes. Hah, he had blown his top again. But the tyrant CEO was rather cute when his fur stood on end!