Tang Yanqi woke up in a daze, didn’t open her eyes, and just heard some people chattering around her. Before long, she felt a warm big hand touching her forehead.
Tang Yanqi wanted to move, but a sharp pain came from the back of her head, causing her to grit her teeth. With her eyes tightly closed, she slowly opened them.
The glaring lights made Tang Yanqi feel quite uncomfortable, but soon, the brightness in front of her was replaced by a large face. Seeing Sheng Jianan, Tang Yanqi was startled and shrank back, and another sharp pain shot through her head.
"Lie still, don’t move around."
A cold voice mixed with a hint of anger came through, and only then did Tang Yanqi calm down a bit. She found herself in a hospital. She could only remember seeing Bai Bing about to be hit and then rushing over. It seemed like Mrs. Wang’s ashtray hit her, and she remembered nothing after that.
Now looking at the people around her, Tang Yanqi’s thoughts became clearer, then confused again. Why was Sheng Jianan here? Did he bring her to the hospital? Or did he come because he got notified by the police station? That couldn’t be right—those people didn’t know her identity, so how could they notify him? Or was it Qi Cheng?
Before Tang Yanqi could finish her thought, Sheng Jianan’s icy and furious tone came again: "Tang Yanqi, stop showing this Young Master those messy dramas. You, trying to play hero and save the beauty? You’re just a coward!"
Tang Yanqi was bewildered by Sheng Jianan’s inexplicable words. It took her a while to react, wasn’t it someone who notified him, but rather he saw the scene where she was hit? Check latest chapters at n͟o͟v͟e͟l͟f͟i͟r͟e͟.net
Hero saving the beauty? She wasn’t trying to, she just didn’t want Bai Bing to get hurt again because of her.
Thinking of this, Tang Yanqi abruptly sat up, feeling a wave of dizziness. She didn’t care, reaching out to grab Sheng Jianan’s sleeve: "My friend... How’s my friend?"
Sheng Jianan looked at her, paused for two seconds, then glanced at the small hand clutching his sleeve. His mood inexplicably improved. He slowly sat down by the bedside, gently pressing Tang Yanqi back to lie down and raised the bedhead slightly for easier conversation.
Seeing Tang Yanqi’s anxious eyes, Sheng Jianan felt something indescribable in his heart. With a smirk on his face, he returned to being the arrogant and domineering Young Master Sheng: "They’re fine. With this Young Master around, what are you worried about?"
Although she didn’t know why Sheng Jianan was there, hearing him say that Bai Bing and the others were fine made Tang Yanqi’s heart settle a bit. She didn’t know how Sheng Jianan handled it, but when he said it was fine, she believed him. She trusted he could handle it, not because of Sheng Jianan’s power, but simply for an inexplicable reason.
Tang Yanqi reached out to touch the back of her head, still in pain: "I..."
Sheng Jianan found it amusing in his heart. This woman finally remembered to ask him? The first thing she said upon waking was about her friend’s condition, even when she herself was injured—could she possibly have been knocked silly?
"You’re fine, just have a bump."
Tang Yanqi was about to say something when she heard Sheng Jianan casually add, "I guess stupid people have hard heads; can even go head-to-head with an ashtray."
What do you mean by having a hard head? No, that’s not the point. The point is, what do you mean by "stupid people"? You’re the stupid one, your whole family is stupid!