Is it hard to chase the school beauty?It doesn't matter, she still has roommates

Chapter 698 Oh? Ordinary friends?
Time passed second by second, and the room was eerily silent, save for Xiaoyu's suppressed sobs and Qin Luo's slightly heavy breathing.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.

Zhang Yiyi's pale, paper-thin lips twitched very slightly.

Then, her thick, butterfly-wing-like eyelashes, with great difficulty and trembling, parted slightly.

His eyes were empty and lost, as if he had just struggled out of an endless abyss of darkness.

"Where...where am I...?" Her voice was as weak as a mosquito's buzz, filled with deep weakness and confusion.

"The underworld...?"

"Yiyi! Yiyi, you're awake!!"

Xiaoyu suddenly rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face again—tears of joy!
She gripped Zhang Yiyi's cold hand tightly, her voice choked with sobs.

"You're not dead! You're not dead! It was Qin Luo! Qin Luo saved you! How could you be so foolish! Why would you do something so stupid! You scared me to death! Waaaaah..."

Zhang Yiyi's gaze slowly focused, and she saw Xiaoyu's tear-streaked face clearly, and felt the sharp pain in her wrist and extreme weakness in her body.

She...is she really alive? Is this not a dream? A complex mix of emotions welled up inside her, a bittersweet feeling of relief at surviving a catastrophe intertwined with a profound despair, causing her nose to sting and tears to silently stream down her face.

Qin Luo slowly withdrew his hand, let out a long sigh, and felt even more sweat on his forehead.

Seeing Zhang Yiyi wake up, a ripple of emotion stirred within him.

This girl, who dared to smash a bottle over someone's head in a bar and whose eyes were as fierce as a wounded leopard, had actually been driven to such a desperate state? He had thought she was very strong.

"Just wake up."

Qin Luo's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue.

"You've lost too much blood and need to rest."

However, this warm atmosphere of surviving the disaster was instantly shattered by a sharp and sarcastic voice!

"You're awake?! Humph! If you're awake, hurry up and get ready! Don't pretend to be dead here!"

Jiang Qingfang stood at the door with her hands on her hips, her face showing no pity or relief, only undisguised disgust and annoyance!
She pointed at the expensive carpet and sheets soaked in blood, her voice sharp and shrill.

"Look at this! Look at the mess you've made! Blood everywhere! It's horribly disgusting! This carpet is imported from Italy! These sheets are Egyptian cotton! It's all ruined! How much money did this cost?! What bad luck! What bad luck! You couldn't have chosen a better place to die! If word gets out, how will anyone live in this house? The property value will plummet because of you!"

Every word was like a poisoned ice pick, piercing Zhang Yiyi's newly recovered heart!
Her tears flowed instantly, and her body trembled violently from extreme humiliation and grief!
She bit her lower lip so hard it almost bled!
Xiaoyu was completely ignited!

She suddenly raised her head, her red and swollen eyes now burning with rage, like an enraged lioness, glaring at Jiang Qingfang! The grievances Zhang Yiyi had cried out in her arms last night, and the cruelty and malice of this stepmother, all rushed into her mind in an instant!
"shut up!"

Xiaoyu's voice was hoarse and trembling with anger. She pointed at Jiang Qingfang, and every word seemed to be uttered through clenched teeth.

"Jiang Qingfang! Are you even human?! Yiyi just escaped death! You don't care about her life or death, but only about your tattered carpet?! Your dilapidated house?! Is your heart made of stone?! No! You have no heart at all! How did you steal the half of the shares Yiyi's mother left her? How have you abused her all these years? Forcing her to marry someone she didn't love to pay off the loan! And now, to curry favor with the Chen family, you're forcing her to be defiled by that beast! You drove her to suicide! How dare you say such things here?! You vicious woman! You deserve to die a horrible death!"

The pent-up anger finally erupted! Xiaoyu lost her mind. She suddenly stood up from the bedside, rushed to Jiang Qingfang in a few steps, and, to everyone's horror, raised her hand and slapped her hard across the face!

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap landed squarely on Jiang Qingfang's well-maintained face!

Jiang Qingfang staggered from the blow, covering her face, completely stunned!
She never expected that this seemingly gentle and weak girl would dare to hit her!

"mom!"

A sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy with dyed yellow hair and a sleazy look rushed out of the crowd with a scream!
He is Zhang Hao, Jiang Qingfang's beloved son.

Seeing his mother being beaten, he immediately turned red in the eyes and swung his fist at Xiaoyu's face!
"You bitch! How dare you hit my mother! I'll kill you!"

The fist whistled through the air, and it was about to hit Xiaoyu!
"boom!"

A muffled sound!
Zhang Hao's body flew backward even faster than when he rushed out! Like a tattered sack, he slammed hard into the antique display shelf behind him!
With a crash, several valuable porcelain vases on the shelf shattered! Zhang Hao lay curled up among the shards, letting out a pig-like scream, writhing in agony on the ground!

It’s Qin Luo!
He didn't even move his foot, he just casually lifted his foot and kicked! The movement was so fast that no one could see it!

The entire room fell into a deathly silence! You could hear a pin drop!

Jiang Qingfang covered her face, looking at her precious son's miserable cries, both shocked and furious!
She screamed and lunged at him.

"Haohao! My son! How are you?!"

She suddenly looked up, glaring at Qin Luo with intense resentment, her eyes filled with a desire to devour him alive!
"You...you dare hit my son?! I'll fight you to the death!"

Jiang Qingfang, looking like a madwoman, bared her teeth and claws as she lunged at Qin Luo!
Qin Luo merely glanced at her coldly.

That gaze was cold and indifferent, like a high and mighty god looking down at ants, carrying a chill that penetrated to the bone and a suffocating sense of oppression!
Jiang Qingfang felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her from head to toe; all her anger and shrewishness instantly froze! A fear from the depths of her soul seized her!
She froze on the spot, her teeth chattering. She didn't dare move an inch, let alone lunge forward! That look…it was terrifying!

"Yiyi needs a blood transfusion and must go to the hospital immediately."

Xiao Yu suppressed her anger, supported the weak Zhang Yiyi, and said anxiously.

Zhang Yiyi tried to stand up, but her body was so weak from excessive blood loss that she was like a noodle, and she couldn't muster any strength in her legs.

Xiaoyu looked at Qin Luo with tearful and pleading eyes.

"Qin Luo... help me... I can't carry her..."

Qin Luo frowned slightly as he looked at Zhang Yiyi's pale face and the thick bandages on her wrist.

He didn't want to get too involved in the Zhang family's mess, but seeing Xiaoyu's helpless eyes and the fragile state of the girl in his arms, he eventually softened.

"trouble."

He whispered something, but had already stepped forward.

He bent down, slipped his arms under Zhang Yiyi's knees and back, and with a gentle effort, lifted her light body horizontally, as easily as lifting a feather.

Zhang Yiyi was caught off guard and fell into a firm and warm embrace, instantly enveloped by a refreshing and pleasant masculine scent.

She instinctively stretched out her weak arms and wrapped them around Qin Luo's neck to maintain her balance.

Looking at his sharply defined profile so closely, feeling his steady, powerful heartbeat and warm breath brushing against my forehead... an unprecedented, strange feeling instantly dispelled the coldness and despair in my body. My heart began to pound uncontrollably, and two faint blushes quietly rose on my pale cheeks.

Qin Luo carried Zhang Yiyi and strode outside.

Wherever he went, whether servants or members of the Zhang family, they were all terrified by his thunderous methods and cold gaze, and retreated in fear to make way for him, with no one daring to stop him. However, just as they were about to step out of the vermilion gate of the courtyard house, a figure blocked the entrance.

He was a young man with a buzz cut, wearing a black tight-fitting T-shirt and black cargo pants.

He was lean and strong, with a cold look in his eyes, and stood with his arms crossed, like a door god blocking the threshold.

His gaze passed over Qin Luo and landed on Zhang Yiyi, whom he was holding. His voice was flat and emotionless, carrying an unquestionable tone of command.

"The person can be taken away to treat their injuries. But after they recover, they must be sent to Young Master Chen. This is Young Master Chen's order."

Zhang Yiyi's body stiffened abruptly in Qin Luo's arms, and her face, which had just regained a sliver of color, instantly turned deathly pale again!
She clutched Qin Luo's clothes tightly, her voice trembling with fear and despair as she whispered in his ear.

"Qin Luo...it's him...he's the one Chen Tianshao sent...he's the one who came to my house this morning and pressured my stepmother...that's why my stepmother forced me to go...that's why..."

"Who is Chen Tianshao's mother?"

Qin Luo looked down at the trembling girl in his arms and asked calmly.

“It’s…it’s the general manager of Douyin…his name is Chen Jinhua…” Zhang Yiyi’s voice was filled with helplessness.

"My family...my family makes down jackets...our main market is on Douyin (TikTok)...one sentence from her...can cut off all our traffic and advertising...my family...can't afford to offend her..."

Chen Jinhua, General Manager of Douyin?
Qin Luo was slightly taken aback, then a playful yet cold smile slowly curved his lips.

"Oh? The general manager of Douyin?"

He chuckled softly, as if he had heard something extremely amusing.

"Hehe... Interesting... What a coincidence."

When the crew-cut youth saw that Qin Luo not only didn't answer but also started laughing to himself, his face immediately showed impatience and ferocity.

"Hey! Kid! I'm talking to you! Did you hear me? You must deliver him safely to the location Young Master Chen specifies in five days! Otherwise..."

"What else?"

Qin Luo's smile vanished instantly, his eyes suddenly turning as cold and piercing as a Siberian icy current! Before he finished speaking, he took a step closer, carrying Zhang Yiyi like a ghost! His right knee, like a battering sledgehammer, slammed into the flat-headed youth's abdomen with a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air!
“Ugh!”

The crew-cut youth had no time to react! He felt an indescribable, terrifying force slam into his lower abdomen! His internal organs seemed to shift instantly!
His eyes bulged out, and he let out a shrill, distorted scream, curling up like a boiled shrimp.

With a "thud," he fell heavily to his knees, clutching his stomach, in so much pain that he couldn't even make a sound, only able to gasp for breath. Large beads of sweat instantly covered his forehead!
Qin Luo, holding Zhang Yiyi, looked down at the crew-cut youth curled up on the ground, convulsing in pain. His voice was as cold as the wind from the depths of hell, clearly striking everyone's eardrums.

"Go back and tell your master, Chen Jinhua."

"Make her crawl to see me!"

The pink MINI Cooper sped along and finally stopped in front of the impressive emergency building of Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The hospital where Xiaoyu works is located here.

"Go to the VIP ward in my department. It's quiet, has good facilities, and it's convenient for me to take care of you!"

Xiaoyu jumped out of the car, greeting everyone as she quickly contacted her colleagues to arrange a ward.

Qin Luo carried Zhang Yiyi, who was still weak but in slightly better spirits, and followed Xiao Yu through the crowd with practiced ease, entering a relatively quiet ward building for high-ranking officials.

Xiaoyu was clearly very popular here, and was quickly arranged a well-equipped and elegant single room.

"I'm going to the blood bank to get some blood!"

After settling Zhang Yiyi down, Xiaoyu rushed out again.

With a nursing background and working on her own turf, she is extremely efficient.

Soon, the cool blood bag was hung on the IV stand, and the dark red blood flowed slowly into Zhang Yiyi's pale veins through the thin IV tube.

She lay on the soft white hospital bed, covered with a warm blanket, seemingly shielded from the cold and despair brought on by blood loss.

She turned her head slightly, her gaze passing through the half-open hospital room door to the tall figure leaning against the window in the corridor, making a phone call.

Qin Luo.

This name, this person, stirred up tremendous waves in her heart at this moment.

Who exactly is he? His skills are unbelievable; even a top soldier like Ni Tieniu is willing to become his apprentice. His medical skills are so miraculous that he can bring her back from the brink of death. He can beat up a scoundrel like Chen Tianshao without hesitation and without mercy. What frightens her even more is that he dares to speak arrogantly to a business tycoon like Chen Jinhua, telling her to "crawl to see him."
Curiosity, like a vine, entwined her thoughts.

She turned her gaze away and looked at Xiaoyu, who was adjusting the IV drip rate for her, her voice weak with a hint of inquiry.

"Xiaoyu... Qin Luo... who exactly is he? He... seems very powerful... and very mysterious..."

Xiaoyu was intently watching the IV drip when she heard this, she paused, her pretty face flushed red, and her eyes darted away.

"Huh? He... he's just... just a friend! A regular friend! Really!"

She emphasized this point as if she were trying to cover something up, but her shy and timid expression couldn't fool the perceptive Zhang Yiyi.

"Oh? Just friends?"

Zhang Yiyi's pale lips curled into a faint, slightly mocking smile, her eyes conveying, "I don't believe you."

"Hey! Don't think like that!"

Xiaoyu's face turned even redder, and she pretended to cover her mouth.

"Get some rest! You'll need to be monitored after the blood transfusion!"

Just then, there was a gentle knock on the ward door.

A middle-aged man in a suit, with his hair neatly combed, but with a deep weariness and a hint of timidity between his brows, stood at the door, carrying a fruit basket and some nutritional supplements.

It's Zhang Dawei, Zhang Yiyi's father.

The smile on Zhang Yiyi's face vanished instantly, her eyes turning cold and distant, even carrying a hint of disgust.

She turned her face away and refused to look at him again.

(End of this chapter)