Ch 6: Wen Li fainted three times in a second; after fainting, she was sent to the hospital by Lu Xixiao.

Wen Li couldn’t help it; almost as a reflex, she suddenly gripped the chopsticks in her hand. With a swift movement, she stabbed the gang leader’s hand, which was on the table, right through.

The terrifying force almost pierced the tabletop.

“Aaaaaah!!!”

The heart-wrenching scream made one’s scalp tingle.

Blood flowed onto the table.

This ruthless scene shocked many; they never expected this seemingly harmless girl to be so vicious.

Lu Qi, who was rushing to the rescue, was startled: “Whoa…”

He got stuck halfway.

The thug who had patted the toy, besides being shocked, quickly reacted, getting up to grab the glass bottle of soy milk.

Before he could touch it, his wrist was grabbed, and he couldn’t move.

Wen Li exerted a little force, twisting the thug’s arm to force him to turn around. Then, she kicked his knee, making him kneel on the ground.

Almost at the same time, Wen Li grabbed the soy milk bottle from the table and swung it from the bottom up, hitting the chin of another thug who was rushing over.

It was as if she had anticipated it; the speed was extremely fast, and her actions were decisive and resolute, with glass shards flying everywhere.

In an instant, three thugs were down, two injured.

Lu Qi exclaimed in surprise: “Such speed.”

Her attack was also ruthless; with that kick, that person’s leg was probably ruined.

The gang leader fell to the ground, and his little brothers scattered in fright, their faces pale, looking like they had seen a ghost.

Hei Junjiang barked frantically; if the little guy hadn’t held him tight, he would have already rushed out. It’s just that his bark was rather milky.

Wen Li glared at them and said coldly: “Scram.”

The thugs trembled and fled with their companion.

Everything happened too fast, and ended too fast; the little guy hadn’t even had time to call for help, and stared blankly at Wen Li.

The people around were also watching.

Wen Li lost her appetite; she glanced at the little guy who was staring at her intently, thinking he was scared.

“Let’s go home.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a sudden, sharp pain shot through her brain.

Without warning,

Wen Li fell to the ground with the chair, motionless.

With the crisis averted, Lu Qi, who had been stuck halfway, had to turn back. As soon as he got in the car, however, the person in the back seat got out.

Lu Qi looked inexplicably at Lu Xixiao, who was striding towards the street food stall, and then noticed the situation at the street food stall.

The little guy was terrified, squatting on the ground and constantly pushing Wen Li’s shoulders, trying to wake her up.

The people around gradually gathered, helping to call an ambulance.

The little guy anxiously looked for Lu Wu’s white Bentley, but was surprised to see Lu Xixiao walking towards them.

Seeing his savior, the little guy immediately ran over and pulled the man to Wen Li’s side.

Lu Xixiao looked down, expressionless, at Wen Li who had fainted on the ground. Seeing the little guy about to cry from worry, he moved the chair out of the way and lifted her horizontally from the ground.

Lu Qi, who followed, looked on in amazement. After reacting, he quickly picked up two toys and chased after them.

Before leaving, he glanced at the blood on the table and couldn’t help but worry if his Young Master had been scared…

The car sped towards the nearest hospital.

In the back seat,

The little guy on Lu Xixiao’s lap and Hei Junjiang in the little guy’s arms both stared intently at Wen Li, who was unconscious in the passenger seat.

The little guy looked up at the man with his wet, big eyes.

Lu Xixiao reassured him: “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine.”

In the ward,

Wen Li woke up from the lingering pain; the familiar smell of disinfectant told her she was in the hospital.

A tall figure by the window immediately caught her eye.

Wen Li’s mind instantly cleared.

“Woof woof—”

After seeing the little guy and Hei Junjiang worriedly by her bed, Wen Li relaxed slightly.

Her vision gradually cleared, and Wen Li saw the person by the window.

The man had a tall and straight posture, standing in profile, giving off an air of expensive elegance. But the unapproachable distance he projected reminded her that the image of a gentle gentleman was an illusion; the killing intent barely concealed about him was impossible to ignore.

Sensing her gaze, he turned around.

The man had a face that could win hearts effortlessly; the abstinence added by his black suit with dark patterns was definitely a powerful weapon.

His deep eyes were unfathomable, arousing curiosity, yet the sharpness in his eyes cut off any attempt by outsiders to probe him.

In Wen Li’s eyes, this man was dangerous from head to toe.

As a doctor, Wen Li also noticed that something was wrong with his body; it didn’t seem like an illness, but rather an old injury that hadn’t healed.

Their eyes met briefly.

Wen Li looked away first, then looked at Lu Qi on the other side.

She found that he was staring at her intently.

Lu Qi shook his head secretly, with an expression that seemed to say he had seen through her: She’s staring at Fifth Master as soon as she wakes up; she’s definitely after Fifth Master.

This gaze… it doesn’t look very smart. After confirming that this person was not dangerous, Wen Li withdrew her gaze.

She sat up, glanced at the writing on the IV bag, then pulled out the needle, drawing out a string of blood beads.

The little guy tried to stop her.

Wen Li told him: “I’m not anemic.”

The little guy didn’t understand, so he looked at Lu Xixiao.

“The doctor suggested that you should have a blood test and a full body check-up after you wake up,” Lu Qi reminded her, muttering to himself: Real illness or fake illness?

In Lu Qi’s opinion, compared to other women who tried to get close to Lu Xixiao, Wen Li was indeed more resourceful and clever.

Her persona was also quite novel.

Sure enough, Wen Li ignored him, glanced at Lu Xixiao, and then casually asked the little guy: “Your dad?”

Lu Qi affirmed: This nonchalant tone, she’s acting well. But she still needs criticism; she didn’t even find out the relationship between Fifth Master and Young Master Jingyuan.

Is she still acting?

Just looking at the little guy, you know his parents wouldn’t be bad-looking, but Wen Li didn’t expect it to be this… putting aside everything else, his father’s face is really handsome.

The little guy shook his head: Not dad.

But Wen Li, who was lowering her head to press on the needle mark on her hand, didn’t see it.

After the needle mark stopped bleeding, Wen Li tore off the cotton tape used to secure it on her hand, took out the medicine she always carried with her, poured out two pills, and looked for the water dispenser.

The water dispenser was in the corner behind Lu Xixiao, a bit far away.

Wen Li threw the pills into her mouth, swallowed them dry, without a second thought.

The little guy, holding Hei Junjiang, was about to jump off the chair.

Seeing this, Lu Xixiao had to get a glass of water for Wen Li.

The pills were stuck to her tongue, not yet swallowed.

Wen Li took the water and politely thanked him.

Only then did she realize that she seemed to have seen this face somewhere before, but she really couldn’t remember.

No impression means they’re not familiar, so it’s not important.

After taking her medicine, Wen Li didn’t stay any longer.

They left the hospital soon after.

Wen Li wanted to take a taxi, but the little guy wouldn’t let go of her clothes, and he hadn’t returned the dog to her yet, his eyes fixed on Lu Xixiao.

Understanding his meaning and his personality, Lu Xixiao said, “If you don’t mind, I’ll give Miss Wen a ride.”

A completely impartial tone.

How did he know her last name was Wen? Did Lu Jingyuan tell him?

Although this man was the little guy’s father, Wen Li didn’t want to have much contact with him, because he was too easy to make one wary, and she wasn’t feeling well right now.

But Lu Qi had already driven the car over, and the little guy was very insistent. The Beijing night in late April was still a little chilly, so Wen Li got into the car.

“How much was the medical bill? I’ll transfer it to you,” Wen Li said, enduring her discomfort, taking out her mobile phone.

Before the man could speak, the little guy shook his head.

Lu Xixiao: “Miss Wen, you don’t have to be so polite.”

Wen Li didn’t argue with him, put away her phone, and closed her eyes to rest.

The little guy, holding Hei Junjiang, sat on Lu Xixiao’s lap, looking a little sleepy.

Lu Xixiao said softly: “If you’re sleepy, go to sleep.”

The little guy was worried about Wen Li; he shook his little head, yawning, and leaned against Lu Xixiao’s chest, his eyes still fixed on Wen Li.