Yang Ruxin certainly wasn't planning to truly leave; she hadn't yet seen the results she was waiting for. She was just trying to scare him a bit. So, when she heard movement, she hurriedly stopped in her tracks.
Shen Wenbi wasn't completely unconscious. At this point, he had slowly turned over and was lying on the ground. Honestly, it might have been better if he had fainted—it would have spared him the embarrassment.
But since things had come to this, Shen Wenbi decided to just face it head-on. The worst had already happened, after all.
To be fair, he had considered ruthlessly cursing Yang Ruxin out and chasing her away with some dignity. But the pain caused by "that thing," in its current state, was far too unbearable. It made him feel as though life was worse than death every moment. So, he could only relent.
