Open your eyes! I've transmigrated into the body of the amnesiac crown prince's vicious gi

That evening, Zhang Qiong parked his motorcycle on the side of the road and lit a cigarette in his mouth.

This is the road that Shi Yan takes every night when delivering food.

Calculating the time, he would probably ride over in about ten minutes.

Zhang Qiong smoked one cigarette after another, and when he was halfway through the fifth one, Shi Yan indeed rode by on that pink electric scooter.

Zhang Qiong didn't rush to chase after him. He leisurely finished the cigarette in his hand and threw it on the ground.

Then he tightened the throttle and quickly chased after Shi Yan.

Hearing the loud hum behind him, Shi Yan quickly realized that the other party was trying to overtake him.

So he moved aside.

The motorcycle changed direction and continued to chase him.

Shi Yan sensed something was wrong and quickly tightened the accelerator, trying to shake him off.

However, electric vehicles are nowhere near as fast as motorcycles.

In just two minutes, the red motorcycle caught up like a ghost.

The next second, the motorcycle made a sharp turn and came to a stop right in front of him.

Because of excessive speed, Shi Yan and his car were hit and thrown into the roadside green belt.

Zhang Qiong sneered and spat, "You? Riding that pink electric scooter around all day, it's disgusting."

He got out of the car, kicked the motionless Shi Yan, and swore at him.

Soon, a large amount of blood gushed out, staining the roadside weeds red.

Zhang Qiong's face froze instantly, and he quickly got on his bike and fled.

*

Meanwhile, Shen Ting had already set up his stall and was waiting for customers to come and buy.

"Come and see! Handmade crocheted dolls at affordable prices!" she shouted.

A little while later, a primary school student wearing a red scarf walked over.

"Sister, how much is one?"

Shen Ting looked up, smiled, and said, "Ten yuan."

The elementary school student blinked his big, round eyes, but his mouth immediately drooped after making eye contact with Shen Ting.

He shrank behind a long-haired woman, choking back tears, and said, "Mom, she looks like my Chinese teacher, I'm scared..."

Shen Ting: ? ? ?

Has she become incredibly successful in the teaching profession?

They've only been here a few days, and one look from them is enough to scare a child to tears.

The long-haired woman quickly comforted the child and apologized to Shen.

As soon as she finished speaking, her gaze fell on the stall.

"What beautiful dolls! Did you make them all yourself?"

Shen Ting smiled and said, "Yes, ten yuan each."

The long-haired woman thought the price was very reasonable, so she bought two at once and then let her child come over to pick out another one.

The elementary school student cautiously picked out a kitten plush toy, held it in his arms, and couldn't put it down, which made him less afraid.

He mustered his courage and said, "Th-thank you, sister, I really like it!"

Shen Ting was overjoyed by the compliment and gave him an extra small doll as a gift.

After this incident, many passersby turned their attention to it.

Shen Ting's craftsmanship is indeed excellent; the dolls she crochets are very lifelike, and the price is also affordable.

In less than an hour, all the toys were sold out.

Shen Ting looked at the extra two hundred yuan in her WeChat balance and happily packed up her stall to go home.

Shi Yan came home early today.

Shen Ting pushed open the door and saw him sitting on the sofa, so she strode over, ready to share the good news.

But when she got closer, she saw large, bloody wounds on his arms and back.

Shen Ting was startled and almost cried out.

"W-What happened? You're injured!"

Shi Yan looked up at her, his face as pale as paper, but he couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes.

He clearly saw the worried expression on her face.

...Was it his imagination?

Shi Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing, I was just distracted while riding my bike and wasn't watching where I was going."

Shen Ting quickly leaned closer to examine his wound.

The skin was scraped and blood was seeping out continuously, making it look like a bloody mess.

Her voice trembled with fear as she tried to look away: "I'll take you to the hospital."

Shi Yan didn't move: "No need, it's just a minor injury, some medicine will do."

Shen Ting glared at him: "You call this a minor injury? Come to the hospital with me!"

As she spoke, she grabbed Shi Yan's arm and started to walk out.

Shi Yan's wound was pulled, and he gasped in pain.

His throat tightened, and he struggled to speak: "...We don't have enough money to pay for the medical expenses."

That's why he insisted on not going to the hospital.

Shen Tingting felt a pang of sadness: "It's okay, I earned over two hundred yuan from my stall just now, plus the money you gave me at noon, that's enough!"

Upon hearing this, Shi Yan's pupils contracted slightly, and he quickly looked up at her.

"You... went to set up a stall?"

Shen Ting didn't intend to hide it and nodded: "Yeah, we're just killing time anyway."

Shi Yan's eyes darkened slightly, and he opened his mouth, his voice low and hoarse.

"I'm sorry, I've made you suffer."

Shen Ting's heart tightened, but she still said fiercely, "Stop saying those useless things, stop the bleeding first."

She picked up her phone to dial 120, but stopped halfway through pressing the dial button.

Calling an ambulance and registering for emergency treatment costs at least several hundred yuan.

The little money I earned tonight doesn't seem to be enough.

She gritted her teeth, put down her phone, and said, "Wait here, I'll go buy the medicine."

Shen Ting quickly ran to a nearby pharmacy and bought a bottle of iodine, gauze, cotton swabs, and a box of anti-inflammatory medicine.

When they returned, Shi Yan was still sitting in the same spot, without moving an inch.

Shen Ting squatted down in front of him, unscrewed the iodine cap, picked up a cotton swab, dipped it in, and was about to apply it to his wound.

But Shi Yan shrank back slightly: "I can do it myself."

Shen Ting rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

At a time like this, are you still thinking about men and women not touching each other?

"You're so conservative," she couldn't help but complain.

Shi Yan suddenly remembered what Doubao had said earlier that day, and his breathing quickened.

"No, I'm just afraid you'll smell my sweat," he explained in a low voice.

Shen Ting didn't say anything and started applying the medicine directly.

She noticed Shi Yan's furrowed brows out of the corner of her eye, and she softened her movements.

Shi Yan watched her the whole time.

She kept her head down, her expression serious and focused, her movements careful.

And the worry on his face when he saw his wound just now wasn't an act.

How come she... suddenly became so nice?

After applying the medicine, Shen Ting screwed on the bottle cap and prepared to wash her hands.

"You..." Shi Yan called out to her, his voice a little hoarse, "Do you want to break up with me?"

Shen Ting was puzzled: "Why would you think that?"

Shi Yan didn't answer, but instead asked, "Why did you suddenly start setting up a stall?"

"I'll get paid next week, which will not only cover rent and car expenses, but also allow me to buy you..."

He couldn't bring himself to say the rest.

With the little money he earns, there's hardly anything left after paying off these loans. What else can he buy?

Perhaps, separating is the best thing for her.

Shen Ting didn't quite understand what he was thinking, but seeing his dejected appearance, she had a clue.

Indeed, it was the right thing to not bring up breaking up now.

Otherwise, if she breaks up with him when he's at his lowest point and most upset, wouldn't she be doomed once he regains his memory?

Shen Ting mimicked the original owner's tone and said dryly, "I'm just bored at home for too long and want to find something to do."

"Besides, you earn so much money a month, am I supposed to starve to death if I leave you?"