“Qin Yuhe!”
Wasn’t he supposed to be back in four days?
How had he come back early?
If she hadn’t seen that scumbag bastard lying there with a bloody hole smashed into his forehead from slamming into the wall, Song Xinya would have thought she was hallucinating.
But it wasn’t a hallucination.
Qin Yuhe had really come back!
Song Xinya was overwhelmed with emotion and didn’t know what to say when Tiantianquan suddenly let out a loud wail and burst into tears, her nose running as she sobbed.
“Waaah, President Qin is here! Qin Yuhe, our Bodhisattva Guanyin, is here! He’s here! He’s come to save us! The moment I saw him, I knew we were saved! Waaahhh!”
Tiantianquan really wanted to throw herself onto Qin Yuhe, the Bodhisattva Guanyin, and have a good cry, but she didn’t dare. So instead, she wrapped her arms around Qin Yuhe’s wife, Song Xinya, and wailed at the top of her lungs, her voice carrying for miles.
A lowlife like that scumbag bastard naturally had no idea who Qin Yuhe, the capital’s young master, was. All he knew was that his plan had been interrupted, and he was extremely displeased.
Then something even more unpleasant happened—
Qin Yuhe grabbed him by the head and slammed it hard against the wall again.
He would never feel displeased again, because he had passed out cold.
Qin Yuhe released him and glanced at his bloodstained palm.
Tiantianquan darted into the room and came running back with a pack of disinfectant wipes. Then she bowed at a perfect ninety-degree angle and held the wipes above her head with both hands.
“President Qin, please wipe your hands.”
For some reason, her voice was perfectly normal when she spoke on other occasions, but now it had suddenly turned into the voice of a eunuch.
Perhaps it was because he was too handsome. Whenever Tiantianquan stood beside him, she felt like a little eunuch.
Even though she was a woman.
Just as Qin Yuhe reached for the disinfectant wipes, Song Xinya’s fingers brushed over the back of his hand. She pulled out a wipe first and began cleaning the blood from his palm.
Her movements were gentle as she carefully wiped his palm, then his fingers.
Once the blood had been removed, she could clearly see his palm. His skin was smooth and unblemished; those grotesque, ugly scars had all disappeared.
This was the first time Song Xinya had seen the recovery of his palm up close. He had really healed. His hand was completely recovered!
After nearly half a year, from summer all the way into winter, his hand had finally healed!
Song Xinya remembered how he had rushed into the fire to save her younger sister. When he came out, a wooden rod had pierced his abdomen, and both of his palms had been burned raw.
Now, seeing that his hand had fully recovered, tears slipped from her eyes and landed in his palm.
Qin Yuhe’s hand trembled. It felt as though her tears had scalded him.
He asked her gently, “Were you frightened?”
Song Xinya looked up at him, her eyes brimming with tears. She smiled.
“No. I just wanted to cry because I’m so happy your hand has healed.”
Qin Yuhe wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her tightly into his embrace, covering the back of her head with one hand.
He suppressed his emotions and tried to keep his voice as steady as possible, but if one listened carefully, the end of his words was still trembling.
“Yaya, you have no idea how scared I was just now. I was so afraid I’d arrive too late and you’d already been hurt.”
Song Xinya raised both arms and tightly hugged his waist in return—dependent, reassured, and affectionate.
“Little He, don’t be scared anymore. You came at exactly the right time. You saved me.”
Tiantianquan, desperate to be noticed, raised her hand high.
“And me! President Qin saved me too!”
Song Xinya wasn’t used to being intimate with him in front of other people, so she released her arms from Qin Yuhe’s powerful waist.
Qin Yuhe’s hand slid from the back of her head down to her waist. He scooped her up and carried her into the room in his arms.
“Your knees are scraped. I’ll treat them for you.”
Tiantianquan brought over the medical kit. Qin Yuhe took out a cotton swab and some iodine, then crouched at Song Xinya’s feet to clean her wounds.
Both of Song Xinya’s knees had been scraped raw, and her lower and upper legs bore abrasions of varying severity, revealing the pink flesh beneath.
Tiantianquan’s heart ached terribly at the sight. Her brows and eyes scrunched together until her little face looked like a bitter gourd.
“How did you get hurt this badly? I remember you didn’t fall inside the room just now.”
After Song Xinya had run out of the room and realized that Tiantianquan hadn’t followed her, she had turned back to save her best friend. She had been so worried that Tiantianquan might be hurt that she ran too fast and too desperately, tripping hard on the way and injuring herself.
Song Xinya didn’t tell Tiantianquan why she had been hurt. She only comforted her by saying, “It’s nothing, just a few superficial injuries. I didn’t break any bones, so don’t worry.”
Tiantianquan’s face remained scrunched up.
“Even superficial injuries hurt! You’re hurt over such a large area. How much pain must you be in?”
To be honest, when Song Xinya had hit the ground, she hadn’t felt any pain at all. Her mind had been focused solely on saving her best friend. She hadn’t even looked at her legs before immediately getting back up and running forward.
Now that she was safe, the pain finally caught up with her.
It hurt terribly—a fiery, burning pain, as though her skin had been scorched.
But Song Xinya kept saying, “I’m fine. Really, I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
Qin Yuhe’s brows drew tightly together, and his expression turned icy.
He instructed her, “If you ever encounter danger again, don’t charge ahead on your own. Call for help first.”
Better yet, there would never be a next time.
He would never allow something like this to happen again.
In fact, Song Xinya had called for help.
After escaping from the room, she had run to the most crowded place and shouted for help. She had begged other people to come to her aid.
But no one had been willing to help.
When ordinary people saw someone else in danger, their first thought was usually to avoid getting dragged into it.
Song Xinya didn’t blame them. After all, they didn’t owe her anything. They had no obligation or responsibility to treat her well.
If someone helped her, it was kindness. If they didn’t, that was simply their right.
Everyone had their own families to protect. Naturally, they would put themselves and their loved ones first.
When not a single person was willing to reach out and help her, even though Song Xinya had been filled with fear and panic, she had still run back without hesitation to save Tiantianquan.
When everyone else had refused to help her, Qin Yuhe arrived.
At that moment, Qin Yuhe was exactly what Tiantianquan had called him—a figure of salvation, like Bodhisattva Guanyin.
In the darkness so deep that she couldn’t see her own hand, he was a presence like light itself.
As Qin Yuhe lowered his head and carefully, gently cleaned the wounds on Song Xinya’s legs, her soft hand suddenly came to rest against his cheek.
He looked up. His long eyelashes cast a delicate shadow in the light as he gazed at her, his deep, dark eyes clearly asking: Why are you suddenly touching my face?
Song Xinya pinched his clean cheek.
“There was a strand of hair on your face. I was just picking it off.”
Tiantianquan said, “There isn’t any hair on President Qin’s face. It’s completely clean. There’s no hair at all.”
“…”
Song Xinya said, “Tiantianquan, sometimes you can pretend to be mute.”
Tiantianquan realized that Song Xinya thought she was getting in the way, so she clamped her mouth shut and said nothing.
A flurry of hurried footsteps sounded outside the door. The assistant had arrived with a group of people.
When he saw a man lying motionless in a pool of blood at the entrance, the assistant’s expression remained calm. Not even a trace of panic appeared on his face.
He had followed Qin Yuhe in and out of all kinds of places—underworld, gray areas, respectable circles. He had seen every side of the world.
The assistant walked over to Qin Yuhe, bowed his head, and respectfully asked, “President Qin, what should we do with this man?”
Qin Yuhe said, “Make sure he never sees the light of day again.”
The assistant replied, “President Qin, I understand. I’ll take care of it.”
The group split into two teams. One carried the scumbag bastard outside, while the other cleaned up the bloodstains in Tiantianquan’s apartment.
Tiantianquan noticed that everyone was wearing gloves, and that they were extremely skilled at both handling the materials and cleaning up the blood.
Before long, the apartment was spotless. Not a trace of blood remained, and not a single fingerprint had been left behind.
Song Xinya asked nervously, “Do we need to get our stories straight first? What if the police come asking questions later and our accounts don’t match?”
Qin Yuhe replied in a calm, steady voice, “Don’t worry. With me here, the police won’t come looking for you. I’ll take care of everything.”
