They desperately pushed forward, Qin Miaomiao’s patience had reached its limit. She said coldly:
"Little Fourth, protect Rong Lan. Boss, take action!"
The boss curled his lips into a smile, bloodthirsty, licking his lips: "I’ve been waiting for those words for a long time."
No one saw his movements clearly, but by the time the reporters snapped back to reality, all their cameras were gone!
Looking again, all the cameras somehow ended up on that seemingly alluring woman!
The woman held a thin blade in her hand, a trace of blood still on it. She licked it with visible excitement in her eyes:
"If you get any closer, I’ll kill you."
Someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone else was even more startled. It truly felt like a ghost!
Who could possibly steal so many cameras in such a short amount of time?
Before they could react, a car sped toward them at an alarming speed. Screaming, they scrambled to dodge it, stumbling and crawling.
The car door opened, and a person sat inside, obscured by glasses so his face couldn’t be clearly seen. They heard him shout:
"Get in the car, quickly!"
Qin Miaomiao glanced at the boss. He nodded, and she hurried into the car.
As the journalists came to their senses and tried to chase after it—they realized they couldn’t catch up. Inside that car were prime scoops, yet it had already sped off, leaving them heavily defeated!
"Ugh, wasted a whole night’s effort. We thought we’d get something big."
"Rong Lan seems to be in serious danger. Isn’t President Qin planning to take him to the hospital? Let’s head to the nearest hospital! If the Emperor Rong has an accident, we can get firsthand intel!"
"But our cameras were stolen, aren’t they?"
"Get our colleagues to bring reinforcements. Tonight, we need to break some major news!"
Inside the car, Qin Miaomiao’s expression was extremely grim. Rong Lan’s body was still convulsing, his lips turning blue, and his condition was worsening.
The boss hung up the phone and said deeply:
"Five more minutes to the hospital. The doctors are already prepared. As long as we get him there, they can save him in time!"
Qin Miaomiao bit her lower lip, clutching his hand tightly. His whole body trembled uncontrollably. She said fiercely:
"Rong Lan, if you dare die, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life! Never!"
"Rong Lan, you said you wanted to visit Pu’er. If you make it, I’ll go with you, alright?"
"Rong Lan... Rong Lan..."
Her tears fell onto the back of his hand, indistinguishable—were they hers or remnants of her shattered soul? She couldn’t let Rong Lan die .
She couldn’t live carrying guilt for the rest of her life.
The car reached the hospital, where doctors awaited at the entrance. He was immediately rushed into the emergency room!
She waited outside the door. Not long after, that man with sunglasses entered and said softly: ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
"Young Madam, a swarm of reporters has gathered outside."
Rage seethed in Qin Miaomiao’s eyes as she said harshly: "They’re really like lingering ghosts! Is there a way to make them leave?"
A voice came from nearby—it was Lu Qing. He walked over calmly. The moment Qin Miaomiao saw him, her taut nerves finally eased slightly. Her eyes rimmed red, and she said softly:
"With something this serious, how could I not come? Don’t worry, there won’t be any reports about this event. Within five minutes, those people will be gone."
Qin Miaomiao trusted him completely.
He patted her shoulder: "I’ll handle this. You should go home."
"Rong Lan is still not out of danger."
Qin Miaomiao clutched his hand, took a deep breath, and said softly:
"Husband, I bear some responsibility for Rong Lan’s situation. He’s ill, and I shouldn’t have pushed him with such extreme measures."
"If someone so easily chooses to give up on life, no one can pull them back. This isn’t your fault. Go home and rest—leave everything to me."