Because she was too afraid and tense, she missed a step halfway down the stairs and went tumbling straight down.
Wen Xiao’ai’s little head was badly hurt, and the pain brought tears to her eyes.
She got up and sat on the floor, with her little paws constantly touching the sore spot on her head.
The pain made her cry out meow after meow.
A figure walked into the doorway, and Wen Xiao’ai, seeing him as if he were her savior, disregarded the pain in her head and ran straight toward him.
Qing Yi, seeing the oncoming Wen Xiao’ai, felt a tremor in his calf muscles and, without thinking, turned and ran out of the mansion.
Coward, you stop right there, don’t run.
With all the might she could muster, Wen Xiao’ai managed to block his path just as Qing Yi had turned to run out of the villa, and she stood right in front of him.
Because she ran too fast, she couldn’t brake in time and fell face-first onto the ground.
Wen Xiao’ai felt like crying from all the trouble.
"You, are you okay?" Qing Yi was somewhat worried, yet he dared not approach her.
This cat was so strange; he was honestly a bit scared.
Wen Xiao’ai got up, hastily dusted off her face, and urgently meowed at him.
Qing Yi looked at the little kitten blocking his way, who was meowing more fiercely by the second, and couldn’t help swallowing. He sidestepped, ready to make a break for it at any moment.
He thought about how this cat seemed to take pleasure in being fierce with him; it was the same last time, and this time too, nothing like the cute, clever, and obedient creature Qing Yi had described.
While meowing at him, Wen Xiao’ai persistently used her little paws to point towards the inside of the villa.
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"Meow meow." Wen Xiao’ai hurried forward, grabbed Qing Yi’s trouser leg, and started dragging him towards the villa.
"Hey hey, let’s talk this over; it’s too much to get physical, you know, let go of me." Qing Yi seriously considered slipping out of his trousers to escape.
Wen Xiao’ai kept tugging at him, wanting to drag him into the villa, but her current strength was nowhere near enough to move Qing Yi.
While tugging at him, Wen Xiao’ai meowed and tears flowed down.
Qing Yi sensed something was wrong. He glanced towards the villa and asked Wen Xiao’ai, "Did Third Young Master send you to find me?"
"Meow meow." Wen Xiao’ai nodded.
Seeing her teary eyes, Qing Yi furrowed his brows and asked with some uncertainty, "Did something happen to Third Young Master?"
"Meow meow meow." Wen Xiao’ai nodded repeatedly.
Qing Yi, shocked and suddenly courageous, bent down to pick up Wen Xiao’ai, and bolted into the villa, running up to the second floor.
Arriving at the study’s door, he saw Jun Moyan slumped over the desk, his complexion scarily pale.
"Third Young Master? Third Young Master?" Qing Yi pushed him but got no response, so he immediately hoisted Jun Moyan onto his back and hastened out of the study...
"Relax, don’t worry, he’s fine." The Drunk was sitting on the side, legs crossed cockily.
"If he’s fine, why would Third Young Master suddenly faint?" Qing Yi paced anxiously around the hospital bed.
"How should I know? We’ll find out when he wakes up," the Drunk replied, rolling his eyes.
"Aren’t you a famous doctor?"
"Famous doctor, indeed, but he needs to have something wrong for me to treat him, and he has no issues."
Uh... that seemed to make sense.
Qing Yi felt a little embarrassed.
"So when will Third Young Master wake up?"
"Should be soon enough."
Qing Yi, on the side, was busily searching on a tablet, with the screen displaying various nooks and crannies of Wu Garden.
Third Young Master didn’t have any illnesses, yet he had fainted out of the blue.
This made Qing Yi suspect that the red-eyed crow was behind it all.