Xing Chen held her , stood up, and walked past Tan Xinjie and Ran Yingqian.
"Take them to the police station, find a lawyer to accuse them of intentional injury."
Ran Xiangsi froze in Xing Chen’s arms.
Intentional injury... didn’t he just intentionally shoot?
Is he really going to take this to the police station?
Although Tan Xinjie did hit Ran Xiangsi, Xing Chen also shot Tan Xinjie. It seemed like it evened out.
Ran Xiangsi reached her hand up and touched her own head again, it didn’t feel as painful anymore.
"No need to call the police, didn’t you just avenge me?" Ran Xiangsi said timidly, actually worried that Tan Xinjie might tell the police that he was shot...
Wouldn’t Xing Chen get in trouble then?
She didn’t want to implicate him.
"Without a few days in jail, they won’t learn their lesson." Xing Chen snorted, holding Ran Xiangsi as he went downstairs without looking back.
"But what if the police find out about you? Using a firearm illegally is against the law." Ran Xiangsi stared at Xing Chen, looking at him carrying her all this way without even a hint of breathlessness.
"You’re worried about me?" He raised an eyebrow happily, glancing at the girl in his arms.
Ran Xiangsi was dazzled by the confident smile on his lips, and before she could speak, she heard his slightly mocking voice.
"Even Li Guoliang’s boss has to give me some respect."
Upon hearing this, Ran Xiangsi remembered that even Li Guoliang nodded and bowed in front of Xing Chen, showing that Xing Chen’s power was immense.
Someone like him definitely wouldn’t get into trouble.
Just as Xing Chen reached downstairs carrying Ran Xiangsi, police cars arrived in the community.
There were deafening sirens all around, it seemed the residents in the community had called the police.
Ran Xiangsi no longer made a sound, obediently nestling in Xing Chen’s arms, comfortably taking a little nap.
It seemed her previous decision was correct, having a nominal husband also meant an extra layer of protection.
At least now, the embrace she was in was so warm, healing her heart.
No one dared to stop Xing Chen’s Maybach, with dozens of bodyguards escorting him and Ran Xiangsi away.
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Ran Yingqian was still slumped on the ground in a daze, her face pale and ashen, looking worse than a dead person.
She swallowed hard, seemingly not yet recovered from the earlier fright.
Ping’an stayed behind, standing in front of the two.
He pointed at Tan Xinjie and instructed indifferently, "Get the bullet out of his knee and take the gun away."
"Yes." Someone responded, stepping forward and pushing Tan Xinjie to the ground.
The bodyguard skillfully took out a knife, stabbed it into Tan Xinjie’s knee, cutting through flesh and blood, and took out the bullet.
"Ahh ahhh!" Tan Xinjie’s scream sounded like a pig being slaughtered!
After handling the scene, Ping’an went to the police station, explained everything, and then called Xing Chen to report the situation.
Xing Chen returned to the hospital room after the call and saw Ran Xiangsi’s head bandaged like a mummy.
He walked in slowly, standing at the foot of the bed, meeting Ran Xiangsi’s gaze from the head of the bed.
The two stared at each other for three seconds, both extremely calm.
After a long time, Ran Xiangsi, feeling uneasy under his stare, couldn’t help but speak, "Didn’t you leave? Why did you come back?"