Quick Transmigration: Hehe, the gluttonous girl is here!

She knew she couldn't get revenge on her own, and it just so happened that Shen Yan was currently reshuffling the deck.

Those former subordinates who were purged were resentful, so Bai Yuan took the initiative to seek cooperation with them.

They want Shen Yan dead, Bai Yuan wants you dead.

Jiang Li lowered her eyes, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the edge of her cardigan.

She always felt that Shen Yan's world was far removed from hers; those gray, shady power struggles and killings had nothing to do with her, an ordinary college student.

But today, she truly felt the crisis of potentially losing her life at any moment.

The red light in the emergency room finally went out.

The door was pushed open, and the doctor took off his mask and came out.

The assistant immediately stepped forward.

"The wound has been stitched up and there's nothing serious."

"But you need to rest in bed for a period of time and avoid strenuous activity," the doctor explained.

Jiang Li followed behind her assistant, and upon hearing these words, her heart, which had been pounding in her chest, finally settled back into her stomach.

Inside a high-level VIP ward.

Shen Yan lay on the large hospital bed, her upper body wrapped in thick bandages, with faint redness showing through.

The man's usually cold and hard profile was now pale from blood loss, and his tightly closed eyes slightly reduced the chilling sense of oppression.

Jiang Li tiptoed in and sat down on the chair by the bed.

After confirming all the security arrangements, the assistant quietly left the ward, leaving the two of them alone.

The ward was quiet, with only the regular beeping of the monitor.

Jiang Li looked at the man's tightly furrowed brows. Even in his sleep, his jawline remained taut, as if he were always on guard against an attack from the outside world.

[Honey, don't hold it in. Cry if you want to.]

【I don't.】

Your eyes are practically overflowing.

Jiang Li sniffed and stared at Shen Yan's profile for a few seconds.

[Tongzi, he's usually so fierce, why is he still fierce even after he's injured?]

They may be fierce, but they truly protect you.

Jiang Li couldn't refute that.

She stretched out her finger and vaguely traced the contours of his features, finally stopping at his high, straight nose.

This man is domineering, forceful, and unreasonable. He often looks at her with eyes that seem to want to devour her whole, forcibly confining her to his territory.

But it was also he who, in the moment of crisis, used his own flesh and blood to shield her from a fatal impact.

As if sensing someone approaching, the man on the hospital bed trembled his thick eyelashes and then slowly opened his eyes.

After his deep, dark eyes adjusted to the light in the ward, they immediately locked onto the petite figure by the bedside.

Those usually cold and sharp eyes showed no confusion after waking up, nor any murderous intent towards the attacker; their first reaction was to eagerly look her up and down.

"come over."

A hoarse baritone voice shattered the silence of the room.

The moment he opened his mouth, he exuded that familiar, undeniable power.

Jiang Li remained seated, saying, "You have an injury on your back, don't move around."

The man's brows furrowed even deeper, and a hint of irritation welled up in his dark eyes.

He braced himself on the bed with both hands and tried to sit up despite the excruciating pain in his back.

The muscles in my shoulders and back tightened from the exertion, which pulled on the newly stitched wound.

Even through the bandages, Jiang Li could see fresh blood seeping out.

Veins bulged on the man's forehead instantly, and cold sweat slid down his pale cheeks.

"Shen Yan!"

Jiang Li was startled and quickly stood up to grab his arm.

"Are you crazy! The doctor said you can't move!"

The man grabbed her wrist with his other hand, his large, well-defined knuckles bulging with veins from the pain and force.

It was extremely powerful, like an iron clamp, leaving no room for error.

"Are you hurt?"

He stared intently at her, his dry Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his stubbornness almost piercing his very bones.

"I'm fine, not a single hair has fallen out, please don't move."

Jiang Li's eyes welled up with tears, and her voice trembled with sobs.

Only after confirming that she was safe and sound did the man's tense shoulders finally relax, and he fell heavily back onto the hospital bed.

Even so, the large hand still did not loosen its grip on her wrist.

Shen Yan closed her eyes, breathing rapidly, suppressing the tearing pain in her back.

A moment later, he opened his eyes again and looked at her with deep eyes.

"Lie down here."

His voice was hoarse and commanding, but his eyes revealed an intense longing.

Jiang Li glanced at his spacious hospital bed, then at his back wrapped in bandages.

"It will put pressure on your wound."

"Just lie down when I tell you to, stop with all the nonsense."

Men's patience is always scarce, so they just pulled hard.

Jiang Li gasped in surprise and fell onto the hospital bed without warning.

Before she could react, the man's strong arms had already encircled her slender waist, pulling her into his embrace.

Because of his back injury, he could only lie on his side, using his uninjured left arm to hold her tightly.

The man's chest was hard and broad, and even though he was seriously injured, his vigorous strength remained undiminished.

Jiang Li's cheek pressed against his warm skin, her breath filling the air with the strong scent of male hormones.

It had a faint medicinal smell, which was surprisingly reassuring.

She dared not move, for fear of aggravating the injury on his back.

She could only stiffly maintain this position, letting him hold her tightly.

Shen Yan rested his chin on the top of her head and took a deep breath of her unique pear blossom milky fragrance.

The scent lingering in his nostrils miraculously soothed the violence that had gripped him on the brink of life and death.

Until this moment, I truly held him in my arms.

Feeling her warm body and even breathing, his heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, finally settled down.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Li looked up: "Someone's here."

Shen Yan didn't let go, and lifted her eyelids: "Go in."

The assistant pushed open the door and walked in, carrying a stack of documents.

The moment his gaze fell upon the figures of people tightly embracing on the hospital bed, the assistant lowered his eyelashes with a strong will to survive.

He immediately focused his gaze on the pattern on the edge of the carpet, making sure not to pry into his boss's private actions.

Shen Yan didn't even lift her eyelids, maintaining the same posture as before.

His chin rested on the top of the girl's soft hair, and his large, well-defined hands pressed against her back.

This highly aggressive yet protective gesture demonstrates his rejection of outsiders and his absolute possession of her.

The assistant felt that his arrival was a life-or-death situation.

"Mr. Shen, the chain of events leading to the attack has been identified."

Shen Yan leaned against the pillow, her left hand still resting on Jiang Li's waist, and said, "Speak."

"Bai Yuan and the fugitives have been apprehended, and the police have completed the handover."

She proactively contacted her former subordinates, providing them with Ms. Jiang's travel itinerary, and the former subordinates took care of the vehicles and personnel.

Hearing her name called, Jiang Li's eyelashes fluttered.

Shen Yan looked down at her. "Scared?"

Jiang Li shook her head.

Actually, I'm still a little scared.

But seeing him like this, she felt that if she said she was afraid, it might provoke him to sit up again.

The assistant continued, "The old subordinates are sticking to their guns and are not admitting to this for the time being."

Bai Yuan's targeting of Ms. Jiang is more explicit, and the chain of evidence is complete.

P.S. (The author has a note!)