Shen Sizhan was practically losing his mind in the car behind them.
Qiao Yinyin was equally frantic. "Zhou Sheng's drug is extremely potent. I'm a little worried..."
She knew Xie Guanyan was a gentleman, but the effects of the drug could strip anyone of their rationality.
Shen Sizhan, already on edge, grew even more restless.
"Drive faster, drive faster!! What if Xie Guanyan does something to my sister?"
Tears welled up in his eyes as he rolled down the window and shouted ahead, "Sis!!"
There was no response from the car in front—only his tears streaming backward in the wind.
The assistant director had pushed his driving skills to the limit, yet the lead car remained just out of reach, maintaining a steady distance.
The director’s heart pounded with unease.
Mr. Xie already had someone he liked. If something really happened between him and Lin Mo, how would they handle the fallout?
Lin Mo had only been trying to help by carrying Xie Guanyan. If she ended up suffering for her kindness, how unfair would that be?
These past few days had been an emotional rollercoaster for him!
To distract himself, the director struck up a conversation. "How do you know the drug’s effects are so strong?" he asked Qiao Yinyin casually.
Qiao Yinyin hesitated, avoiding the question. "Which hospital are they heading to? This doesn’t seem like the one I went to earlier."
The director blinked in surprise. "You went to the hospital before?"
Qiao Yinyin nodded. "Yes. At first, I thought Lin Mo-jie had drunk that glass of orange juice."
Shen Sizhan raked a hand through his silver hair, his voice icy. "If anything happens to my sister, I’ll make Zhou Sheng pay with his life!"
The assistant director, a local of Jiangcheng, spoke up. "They’re heading to the SS Hospital branch here—the one Mr. Xie invested in."
Finally, they arrived at the hospital.
Before the assistant director’s car had even come to a full stop, Shen Sizhan bolted out.
"Sis!"
As the other car parked, he yanked open the rear door. "Are you okay?"
Lin Mo blinked her peach-blossom eyes and stepped out. "Why wouldn’t I be?"
"Did Xie Guanyan do anything to you?"
Shen Sizhan scrutinized his sister head to toe. Aside from her slightly flushed cheeks, she seemed unharmed.
"Nothing major. I knocked him out," Lin Mo said.
At the brink of losing control, Xie Guanyan had gritted out between labored breaths, "Knock me out."
Lin Mo had hesitated, but the agony and resolve in his expression left her no choice.
For her, it might have been pleasure—but for him, it was pure torment.
Shen Sizhan nodded. That sounded like his sister’s style. "I’ll carry him."
The moment he hoisted Xie Guanyan onto his back, his eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
Damn. Xie Guanyan was… impressively endowed.
Surely his sister didn’t notice, right?
She couldn’t have. Her only relationship had ended in a car crash after just one day.
Shaking off the thought, Shen Sizhan sprinted toward the hospital entrance.
Medical staff were already waiting—the bodyguard brother had called ahead.
After handing Xie Guanyan over, Shen Sizhan noticed bloodstains on his own clothes.
A closer look revealed Xie Guanyan’s palms, slick with blood.
A quiet awe settled in Shen Sizhan’s chest.
Had this man sliced his own palms to resist the drug’s effects?
He really was… a man of principle.
Lin Mo arrived moments later, her legs unsteady under the bright hospital lights.
Shen Sizhan’s eyes widened. "Sis, why is there blood on your dress?"
Lin Mo stiffened but forced calm into her voice. "Xie Guanyan accidentally got some on me."
Tears spilled down Shen Sizhan’s cheeks. "Waaah! You both suffered because of me!"
Qiao Yinyin, standing behind them, studied the bloodstains on Lin Mo’s dress.
Her large eyes flickered with realization.
That didn’t look "accidental" at all.
An hour later, in the VIP ward:
The doctor addressed Xie Guanyan, now awake in bed. "We’ve pumped your stomach and administered medication. Rest well tonight."
"Also, stop picking at the wounds on your hands. You’ll risk infection."
Lin Mo frowned at the pale man on the bed.
Picking at them?
Did this guy have a self-harm habit?
"Sis, have an apple."
The hospital director, currently out of town, had sent a fruit basket the moment he heard of Xie Guanyan’s arrival.
Shen Sizhan had washed an apple and handed it to Lin Mo.
The director glanced up, hoping for one himself—only to find Shen Sizhan had washed just the one.
Qiao Yinyin noticed and quietly washed several more, distributing them to the director and assistant director.
"Thank you, Ms. Qiao," the director said, taking a bite before turning to Xie Guanyan. "Mr. Xie, should we report this to the police?"
Qiao Yinyin clutched an apple, her nails digging into its flesh.
"It’s useless. Zhou Sheng has powerful backers. We don’t have enough evidence."
Even if they recalled the kitchen surveillance footage, Zhou Sheng’s vague remarks wouldn’t hold up in court.
The thought of what awaited her after filming made Qiao Yinyin’s eyes sting, but she swallowed the tears.
She didn’t want her pretty sister worrying about her.
Then, a warm touch on her shoulder.
"Yinyin, don’t be afraid."
Qiao Yinyin turned to see Lin Mo’s radiant face, and her heart swelled.
Lin Mo smiled before calling out, "Black-Clad Heroes, bring Zhou Sheng in."
She hadn’t been idle this past hour.
While Qiao Yinyin accompanied her to buy new clothes, Lin Mo had sent two bodyguards to fetch Zhou Sheng.
Legal consequences aside, she intended to make him pay for what he’d done to Shen Sizhan and Qiao Yinyin.
Zhou Sheng was shoved into the room, a sock stuffed in his mouth, his face twisted in disgust.
The bodyguard removed the sock—only to pass it to his brother, who grimaced.
Zhou Sheng had never imagined anyone would dare lay hands on him.
Struggling against his bonds, he snarled, "You think you can touch me? Do you know who my cousin is?"
The plan had gone awry—Xie Guanyan was the one drugged, not Lin Mo.
But he wasn’t worried.
His cousin, currently in Jiangcheng on business, had even dined with him earlier.
Not even Xie Guanyan would cross him without solid proof!
Lin Mo took a crisp bite of her apple. "Did your mom forget to tell you who your cousin is? Close the door! Release Shen Sizhan!"
The two bodyguards exited, sealing the room.
Like a white lion unleashed, the silver-haired youth pounced, pinning Zhou Sheng down. "I’m gonna beat you to pulp!"
The ward erupted with screams.
Lin Mo continued munching her apple, turning to Qiao Yinyin. "Want to take a swing?"
Qiao Yinyin shook her head. "I’m too scared."
Then she picked up a fruit knife.
Lin Mo: "..."
From the moment Qiao Yinyin mentioned the drug’s potency, Lin Mo had guessed her ordeal. "Go ahead."
Zhou Sheng, already battered, paled at the sight of Qiao Yinyin advancing with the knife. "Aah! Qiao Yinyin, you wouldn’t dare!"
Trembling, Qiao Yinyin drove the blade into his thigh—then yanked it out just as timidly.
Blood gushed like a fountain, splattering droplets onto her fair arm.
Shen Sizhan froze mid-punch, startled.
Zhou Sheng’s howls filled the room.
Qiao Yinyin shuddered—but a smile curled her lips even as tears fell.
The pain was too much. Zhou Sheng broke free and scrambled for the door.
It didn’t budge.
He trembled as he spoke, "You... you lawless criminals! You're dead!"
Pulling out his phone, he immediately dialed a number, "Cousin! Save me!"
To completely uproot the tumor that was Zhou Sheng, they had to confront the backing behind him.
But there was nothing to fear—after all, Old Xie was here.
Lin Mo stepped forward and snatched Zhou Sheng’s phone, "Are you Zhou Sheng’s cousin? Meet me at VIP Ward 335, SS Hospital in Jiangcheng."
Zhou Sheng: "..."
Zhou Sheng had never seen someone so bold.
How dare she speak to his cousin like that?
Ignorance was bliss—if she knew who his cousin was, she’d piss herself in fear!
About half an hour later.
Huo Tingshen, who had just finished soaking his feet and was about to sleep, arrived at the location in an extremely foul mood.
At a glance, he spotted Lin Mo standing at the entrance, chatting with a handsome silver-haired young man.
The two stood close, clearly sharing an intimate relationship.
Huo Tingshen approached, his expression stern as he scoffed coldly, "Lin Mo, does Xie Guanyan know you’re out here cuckolding him?"
