Ch 1: She Transmigrated!
The rain was drizzling.
Qiao Rong opened her eyes, feeling a splitting pain in her head. Wet strands of hair drooped on her forehead, and raindrops slid down the strands, cold and clear.
Besides the rainwater, there was also a warm liquid.
Drip—
The liquid splashed onto the ground, creating a small red flower.
It was blood.
Qiao Rong thought vaguely, was she going to die?
Just now, she was crossing the road when she was hit by a car that ran a red light.
Sob, she was only 22 years old this year, just graduated from university, her wonderful life had just begun, she didn’t want to die…
Was there anyone who could save her!
But the street, which was clearly full of people, was now empty of anyone coming forward. She was in so much pain that her mind went blank, and she felt dizzy.
Suddenly, a pair of black canvas shoes appeared in her line of sight.
Qiao Rong instinctively reached out to grab the foot: “Save me.”
But before her hand could grasp the foot, the owner of the shoes took two steps back, as if afraid she would dirty him.
Soon, she heard the person laugh: “It’s you?”
Was it someone who knew her?
Although she didn’t know who it was from the voice, but, who cares who he was, as long as he could save her.
“I’m dying, help me call 120.”
As soon as Qiao Rong finished speaking, she heard a slight snort from above, seemingly mocking with disdain.
Just as Qiao Rong felt strange, the person said to her: “I don’t have a phone.”
Seeing that he was really trying to think of a way, Qiao Rong thought she had misheard him just now.
She was in so much pain all over and didn’t have the strength to get her phone, so she said to him: “My phone is in my pocket, help me get it.”
Every word she spoke, pulling at the wound on her face, brought excessive pain.
She must be seriously injured.
After the man heard what she said, he squatted down and helped her up.
Hiss—
Qiao Rong was lifted up so roughly by the man that tears came to her eyes from the pain.
Didn’t he know she was injured? What if moving her around randomly made it worse?
But when she saw the man’s face, she was stunned.
No, it should be said that this was just a teenager.
Even though he looked young, his appearance was very stunning. It was a flawless face, with deep eyes, delicate features, handsome and pure.
At this moment, his light-colored phoenix eyes were staring at her, and a smile hung on his thin, red lips.
It seemed warm, but Qiao Rong still caught the cold, cruel light hidden in his eyes.
In that instant of capturing his emotions, Qiao Rong trusted her intuition.
Did she offend him? But she didn’t know him at all!
The teenager’s gaze swept over her face. He didn’t miss the momentary infatuation in her eyes, and he felt a surge of disgust.
She was already injured like this, and she still acted like a lovesick fool when she saw him.
He couldn’t help but reach out and touch Qiao Rong’s wound, smiling gently: “Student Qiao Rong, you’re seriously injured.”
As soon as Qiao Rong was touched on the wound, she screamed in pain.
It hurt so much!
This person must be doing it on purpose, pressing down so hard.
But the man in front of her seemed even happier to see her in pain. The curve of his lips widened, and his eyes even reflected a gleam of excitement.
His tone was still gentle: “I’m sorry, I hurt you.”
So pure, so innocent.
Qiao Rong knew that this person was definitely doing it on purpose!
Sob, she was already injured like this, and she still encountered a pervert!
Just wait until she tells the police uncle.
She wanted to get away from this pervert, but her body had no strength, and it hurt when she moved.
And this pervert, when he reached into her pocket to find her phone, “accidentally” touched her wound again.
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Qiao Rong’s head felt like it was going to explode, and the nerves in her brain were twitching.
Seeing Qiao Rong’s rapid breathing and her face turning increasingly pale, Fu Beijun slowly helped her dial 120.
Then, he let go, letting Qiao Rong fall softly to the ground.
The cold cement ground, falling again, made Qiao Rong’s injuries worse, and she fainted from the pain.
Before losing consciousness, she vaguely heard the teenager’s voice: “Student Qiao Rong, I’m sorry, I forgot that injured people shouldn’t be moved around randomly.”
Qiao Rong: “…”
She couldn’t refute it anymore.
The rain was still falling, splashing small puddles on the ground.
It gradually washed away the blood on the ground.
Fu Beijun looked coldly at the girl lying on the ground like a corpse, the last trace of a smile disappearing from his lips.
She was lying on the ground now, really like a dead dog.
She really deserved to die.
However, it’s better to keep her alive, to torture her slowly later.
Fu Beijun dropped her phone on the ground.
Crack—
The phone fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
Fu Beijun wiped his hands with a tissue, then, holding his umbrella, he left.
After a while, the ambulance arrived, saw Qiao Rong lying on the ground, and quickly took her to the hospital for treatment.
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Qiao Rong had a dream, she dreamed of a girl, only sixteen years old, just starting high school, spoiled by her family, with an unruly and willful personality, poor grades, and causing a lot of trouble.
This person, so familiar.
Wait, wasn’t this a cannon fodder character in a novel she had been chasing before?
But now, how did she feel like this person was her?
When she opened her eyes, the person next to her immediately rushed over.
“Rongrong, you’re awake, that’s great, do you know, you scared Mom to death.”
The woman hugged Qiao Rong’s neck, almost making her unable to breathe.
Mom? Qiao Rong’s parents passed away when she was very young, and she had been living with her uncle’s family.
“Rongrong, tell me, who hurt you, Brother will definitely break his legs!”
Brother? She was an only child.
Qiao Rong was stunned for two seconds, finally remembering the dream she had.
Could it be!
She really!
Became that character in the book?!
Another mature male voice sounded nearby: “Yes, Rongrong, who hurt you like this, Dad must destroy them!”
Qiao Rong fluttered her thick eyelashes, looking blankly at the people in front of her.
There were only four people in this seemingly high-end single hospital room.
The woman holding her was wearing a purple velvet dress, a pearl necklace around her neck, and jade earrings that were particularly shiny.
This, wasn’t this Madam Qiao, Guo Zhenbao, who loved flamboyant styles in the novel?
And the boy in front of her, who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a messy hairstyle, looking like a particularly bad boy, wasn’t he the worthless playboy in the novel, Qiao Sihan?
As for the man who looked full of flesh and had a fierce look in his eyes, he was the head of the Qiao family, Qiao Zhenxiong.
Qiao Rong blinked again, afraid that she was seeing things wrong.
Old Heavens, please, please, don’t let it be real!
Qiao Rong prayed hard.
But the still painful wounds on her body told her that all of this was not a dream.
How could a dream hurt?
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