"Are you okay now?" He Wenyu wiped away her tears and looked at Luo Qianqian’s back, already bandaged up, feeling another pang of heartache.

"It’s fine, what are you crying for? Lend me your jacket," said Luo Qianqian without a hint of politeness.

Without a word, He Wenyu took off her jacket and handed it to Luo Qianqian, "Your phone was ringing just now," pointing to the backpack lying near her feet.

Luo Qianqian looked at her backpack with frustration. Why did the strap have to break right then? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have gotten hurt... He Wenyu picked up the backpack and handed it to her.

She took out her phone from the backpack and, upon seeing the messages, was instantly speechless. Why did the news reach Capital City within less than an hour after she got hurt?

Her voice was filled with indignation, "And I even bought them chicken wings to eat, don’t they know how to keep a secret?" Fortunately, it was only Second Uncle, Luo Yanran, and Qin Nuan.

Wait, why was Jimo Cheng there too??? Luo Qianqian’s face darkened as she saw the missed calls on her phone.

After replying to the three messages from Second Uncle, Luo Qianqian switched on dumb mode and sent a message to Jimo Cheng: What’s up so late at night?

Feigning ignorance, however, Jimo Cheng did not reply.

Luo Qianqian pretended not to know then, acting as if it were a wrong number call.

"What do we do now?" He Wenyu sighed, her gaze on Luo Qianqian’s back, which was covered by clothes but could still evoke the image of the initial injury.

"I’m pretty bummed myself. Now I’ll have to change the dressing, but luckily mom is at the hospital, so some suspicion could be avoided, but Uncle Lin already knows; I wonder if he will tell mom." Luo Qianqian’s face showed her troubled thoughts.

She also quietly blamed herself for not anticipating the extent to which those two could go. If An Hao had been hurt, she truly didn’t know what she would have done.

"I really want to slap some sense into you. You never think about the consequences of your actions!" As He Wenyu spoke, her eyes reddened again. Thank goodness it was only a cut, but what if it had hit something vital and caused irreparable damage?

"I was wrong..." Luo Qianqian said, utterly at a loss for words, but she could only lower her head and admit her mistake. After all, He Wenyu was worried about her, even though it seemed like she was more mature than He Wenyu, at least mentally.

"Miss Luo." The two people who came around the corner were visibly anxious, "Is everything okay now?"

Luo Qianqian snorted coldly: "You sure reported it fast!"

The two were clueless at first, then their faces showed a dawning realization and a wry smile, "Miss Luo, our job is to shadow and protect. Someone else is responsible for reporting back."

Luo Qianqian was baffled, "You have accomplices?"

"That’s called partners..." The handsome man couldn’t help but correct her, "Accomplices are for criminal groups."

Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, "How come I’ve never heard anything when I’m over there..."

"What do you want to hear? About your godmother going grocery shopping, cooking, or going for prenatal checkups? You get back and it’s all this drama, and you still have the nerve to say that!" He Wenyu couldn’t help but feel infuriated listening to Luo Qianqian, but understanding their everyday conversations also reassured her that Luo Qianqian’s life was not as miserable as she thought.

"Partners it is then, were you guys hurt?" Luo Qianqian pursed her lips, her face showing resignation, but since the news was already out, there was no use blaming them: "Did Zhang Ye take people back already?"

"We’re fine, just spilled some Coke," the handsome man pointed at a stain on his white shoe, "If you’re talking about that police officer, he says we should take you to give a statement in a bit. Lin Xu took the... kid for a check-up; no news yet." Since the baby was just born, he wasn’t sure how to refer to An Hao; he had only heard Luo Qianqian calling her "little monkey," but it seemed inappropriate for him to do so.

"Is An Hao okay?" Luo Qianqian looked at He Wenyu, who had seen An Hao when he arrived.

He Wenyu shook his head, "When I saw him, he was fine, even knew to suck on his finger."

"Alright, I’m too scared to see my mom anyway, so let’s head over to Zhang Ye’s place and see if I can score a Good Samaritan award or something." Luo Qianqian shrugged nonchalantly, her face all in jest.

The handsome young man squatted down in front of Luo Qianqian with his back to her: "Shall I carry you?"

Luo Qianqian shook her head repeatedly, her face full of refusal: "You might as well find me a stretcher to lie on." She was completely stiff in the back now, daring not to move for fear of accidentally reopening the wound.

Before she knew it, Luo Qianqian’s phone rang. She frowned, then looked at the bouncing name on the screen, and picked up the phone: "Brother Jiayou, congrats, your only sister can still talk to you."

"Quit your kidding. Where are you?" Lin Jiayou’s voice didn’t seem to notice any difference in Luo Qianqian’s voice: "At home? Then I’ll head home."

"I’m about to go to the police station. Are you coming?" Luo Qianqian looked helpless. Did she seem like she was joking?

Having heard this, Lin Jiayou finally linked it with what Luo Qianqian had said before getting on the plane and quickly asked for the address before hanging up.

"Let’s go, let’s go, they’ll call if anything happens." Luo Qianqian patted He Wenyu on the shoulder and then looked at the two men: "Speaking of which, if you all leave, what about security here?"

The two men looked helpless: "We’ve told you, there are others with us."

Having a car and considering Luo Qianqian’s injuries, they didn’t dare to drive fast at all but drove to the destination very smoothly.

As soon as Luo Qianqian got out of the car, she saw Lin Jiayou waiting anxiously. He walked quickly towards her with an outstretched hand wanting to pull her along, but he was first stopped by two men and then blocked by He Wenyu.

Luo Qianqian blinked: "It’s better not to touch me right now. I’m a national treasure at the moment."

"You still dare to joke!" Zhang Ye, hearing the commotion, came out and looked helplessly at Luo Qianqian before turning to He Wenyu and casually tossing a jacket at him: "It’s getting cold, don’t catch a cold."

After thanking Zhang Ye, He Wenyu hurried to put it on.

"Do I really need to be here for the testimony? Didn’t all of you see what happened?" Luo Qianqian pouted, feeling like she had become physical evidence.

"Alright, hurry up and finish up and sign the document. Your grandparents are on their way." Zhang Ye looked resigned: "I’m starting to wonder if you’re really my own; maybe I was the one adopted."

From the sidelines, Lin Jiayou listened to their conversation with an amused expression, which only turned somber after the deposition, and then to anger, without regard to the circumstances, he shouted: "Make them pay! She’s my only sister, and my brother hasn’t even met her face to face yet. They almost had her hurt by those two, do they even consider my father as family?" He understood all too well why his mother had left; he didn’t want to be a burden to her, so he stayed with his father, watching the whole family make a spectacle of themselves.

They’d caused trouble at his father’s and Aunt An’s wedding, and now they were outright trying to take a life—how could he stand by?

"Lin Jiayou, are you assaulting a police officer?" Luo Qianqian banged on the table and shouted, her voice carrying a killing intent, which jolted Lin Jiayou back to his senses. Then, sulking, he sat down in the chair with his head down, not saying a word.

"That’s enough, Qianqian." Zhang Ye frowned slightly, "Aren’t you afraid of rupturing your stitches?"

Luo Qianqian was taken aback and quickly sat properly, adopting the standard posture of an elementary school student.

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