Normally, Qin Yuhe appeared refined and elegant, gentle and noble.
When he fought, however, he was ruthless and fierce, radiating a murderous aura.
With just two punches, the man on the ground passed out completely.
Even so, Qin Yuhe didn't let him off, landing a heavy third blow with a loud thud.
Qin Yuhe would never forgive—let alone spare—anyone who dared to hurt his wife.
He already possessed a noble status and an imposing presence; his current state of furious brutality made him all the more terrifying.
Seeing their boss go down, the two underlings scrambled to run away.
Qin Yuhe glanced up at Jin Ruizhi.
Understanding the cue, Jin Ruizhi kicked the door shut.
Qin Yuhe knocked down one of the men in a floral shirt with a single punch, spun around, and knocked the other one out cold with another heavy blow.
Jin Ruizhi watched, absolutely dumbfounded. So cool! Qin Yuhe looked unbelievably cool when fighting!
As a school bully, Jin Ruizhi had been in his fair share of fights, whether one-on-one or in groups.
But this was the first time he had ever seen someone fight with such style.
Qin Yuhe's punches were steady, accurate, and ruthless. A single punch was enough to knock out a grown man.
This fighting style required not only overwhelming strength but also masterful technique.
It was obvious that Qin Yuhe had received systematic and professional combat training.
As the heir to the Qin Group, receiving a modern, civilized education was essential, but martial arts and boxing training were equally indispensable.
Although this was no longer a primitive era, at its core, society was still a jungle where the strong preyed on the weak.
You reason with civilized people, but with the uncivilized, fists are far more effective.
This was the second time Song Xinya had seen Qin Yuhe fight.
The previous time at the bar, he had fought a one-on-one battle for her.
Now, here at Jian Yiyi's place, he was taking on a whole group for her.
Song Xinya felt a complex mix of emotions. She was deeply moved that he always appeared right on time to protect her, yet she also felt guilty for delaying his normal work routine.
A man as busy as him.
A man who was so devoted to his career.
Song Xinya stared blankly at Qin Yuhe. Shouldn't you be in Shanghai right now?
Qin Yuhe replied, I turned back right before boarding the plane.
Song Xinya asked, Why?
Qin Yuhe said, I couldn't stop worrying about you.
The corners of Song Xinya's lips curled up. I'm fine now. You should hurry to Shanghai.
Qin Yuhe didn't move. His eyes were fixed on the red marks left on her neck from being choked. I'm not going.
He walked over to her, his fingers gently brushing against the red bruises on her neck. Does it hurt?
Song Xinya replied, No, it doesn't hurt at all. I don't feel any pain.
Qin Yuhe pressed down lightly.
Song Xinya shrieked, Ah! Be gentle!
Qin Yuhe said, Mrs. Qin, you're lying.
If she screamed from a light touch, how could it possibly not hurt?
It did hurt, but Song Xinya hadn't wanted him to worry, which was why she lied.
Song Xinya said, It's just a mark. It'll fade in a couple of days. It's no big deal.
Knowing that he had important business in Shanghai today, Song Xinya urged, Mr. Qin, I'm thrilled that you came all the way back to check on me, and I'm incredibly touched that you saved me. I'm out of danger now, so you can go handle your business.
Qin Yuhe replied, You are my business.
Song Xinya asked, What if you're late for your business trip?
Qin Yuhe said, I'm not going.
Song Xinya said, Huh?
Qin Yuhe wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight embrace. With one arm around her waist and his other hand cradling the back of her head, he pressed his cheek snugly against her neck.
I'm canceling the trip.
Song Xinya was startled again. Why?
Qin Yuhe said, To help you find your sister.
Song Xinya said, I can look for her myself.
Qin Yuhe replied, Put yourself in my shoes. If I were about to do something dangerous, would you feel at ease leaving me alone in Jingbei?
Song Xinya thought about it seriously and answered, I would hire a bodyguard to stay by your side and protect you, ensuring your safety so nothing goes wrong. Then, I would go handle my work.
It was the most rational approach—guaranteeing her safety without delaying his work. After all, a man's career was very important.
Hearing her answer, Qin Yuhe chuckled. His clear, melodic voice was deep and magnetic. Song Xinya, I know your answer is the most logical choice when weighing the pros and cons. But right now, I don't want to weigh any pros and cons. I just want to stay by your side, protect you, and be with you myself.
Earlier, when she was surrounded by three thugs, choked, and nearly assaulted, she hadn't cried. But at this moment, her eyes grew hot, her nose stung, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Once again, she felt a burning warmth radiating from Qin Yuhe.
The string in Song Xinya's heart called love tilted toward Qin Yuhe once more.
The progress bar of her falling completely for him was about to hit one hundred percent.
She reached out and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
Resting her cheek against his chest, she felt his body heat and heartbeat. The warm touch was incredibly healing, melting away all her lingering tension and leaving her feeling safe and secure.
After hugging Qin Yuhe for a moment, Song Xinya looked up at his lips.
She wanted to kiss him.
She stood on her tiptoes, reaching up for his lips.
When their lips were less than a millimeter apart, just about to touch, a sound came from beside them: Cough.
Jin Ruizhi, whose face was as pale as a sheet of tissue paper, lay weakly on the floor, his breath faint. I don't mean to interrupt, but I'm dying here. Could you maybe save me first, and then go back to kissing?
The gash on his arm stretched from his wrist to his elbow, the wound split open to reveal the red flesh beneath.
His white shirt was soaked in blood.
Song Xinya immediately dialed the emergency number and had Jin Ruizhi rushed to the hospital.
In the emergency room, the doctor stopped the bleeding, stitched, and bandaged the wound on Jin Ruizhi's arm.
Having never suffered such a severe injury in his life, Jin Ruizhi lay on the hospital bed and asked, Doctor, how close am I to death right now?
Song Xinya deadpanned, You've already entered the phase where you should just eat whatever you've been craving.
Jin Ruizhi's face filled with terror. Holy crap, seriously? I feel like I'm doing okay! Am I really going to die so soon?
The doctor clarified, Although it looks scary, it's actually just a flesh wound. You lost a fair amount of blood, but not enough to need a transfusion. With the stitches, regular disinfection, daily dressing changes, and a few days of rest, you'll be perfectly fine.
Jin Ruizhi's tearful expression instantly turned into a smile. I'm not dying! That's awesome!
Turning to look at Song Xinya, he asked, Why did you say I was dying just now?
Song Xinya replied, Did I say that?
Jin Ruizhi said, You said I should eat whatever I was craving.
Song Xinya countered, Don't you want to be able to eat whatever you want?
... Jin Ruizhi grumbled, Miss Song, seriously, with your talent for being a contrarian, you are wasting your skills not working on a construction site.
Song Xinya said, Jin Ruizhi, you do know that Jian Yiyi is my sister, right? My biological sister.
Jin Ruizhi: "Ms. Song, you're not bickering with me. You know I'm in a bad mood, so you're deliberately telling jokes to cheer me up. I understand your good intentions. Once I turn twenty-two, I'll marry Jian Yiyi and become your brother-in-law, and I'll be sure to treat you with the utmost respect."
Song Xinya: "Still so cheeky. It seems you're perfectly fine. Alright, get some rest. I'm leaving."
She walked out of the hospital ward, and Jin Ruizhi followed her out. He only had superficial wounds and didn't need to be hospitalized.
Jin Ruizhi: "Ms. Song, where is Jian Yiyi?"
Song Xinya: "I haven't found that out yet."
Just then, Qin Yuhe approached them from the opposite direction: "Yaya, I've already tracked down your sister's whereabouts."
