Qiao Yu was unable to move an inch, and a reporter even shoved a microphone right next to her mouth.

"What is your relationship with the deceased?"

"Does the fire at the high-tech company have anything to do with you?"

A barrage of questions followed, and Qiao Yu stood rooted to the spot like a stick.

She tried to push the reporters away, but they blocked all her paths.

Qiao Yu covered her ears in horror and murmured, "I don't know, I don't know anything."

The reporters persisted.

Just as Qiao Yu was gripped by extreme fear, a pair of large hands suddenly grabbed her wrists from behind.

She froze, and before she could react, the reporters surrounding her were roughly pushed aside.

Qiao Yu's mind went blank as she stared blankly at the man who had suddenly appeared behind her.

The reporter was taken aback when Ye Jinfeng suddenly appeared, then buzzed around him like a fly, asking him questions.

The reporter shoved and bumped into Qiao Yu.

Qiao Yu lost her balance and fell into Ye Jinfeng's chest.

He had a very pleasant woody perfume scent, and Qiao Yu's lips pressed into a thin line, her heart skipped a beat.

Ye Jinfeng spread his arms and wrapped her up in his embrace.

"Can you run?"

Ye Jinfeng's deep and uniquely magnetic voice came from above, and Qiao Yu nodded subconsciously.

"Count to three, then we'll run together."

Ye Jinfeng began to count silently.

When it came to the number "three", Qiao Yu paused for a moment.

Ye Jinfeng suddenly grabbed her wrist and ran forward like the wind.

Qiao Yu was caught off guard and started running with Ye Jinfeng leading the way.

The reporters swarmed towards Ye Jinfeng and Qiao Yu.

A group of people can't outrun two people, and with so many people around, the reporter quickly lost track of Qiao Yu and Ye Jinfeng.

In a deserted corner, Ye Jinfeng stopped, panting.

He turned to look at the nearly weakened Qiao Yu and asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

Qiao Yu leaned against the wall, took a couple of breaths, and said, "I'm fine."

"Thank you, Young Master Ye."

Ye Jinfeng looked somewhat helpless, then corrected him earnestly, "Didn't I say not to call me Young Master Ye?"

"Call me brother."

Qiao Yu froze, staring intently at Ye Jinfeng.

When their eyes met, her eyes visibly reddened.

Ye Jinfeng panicked and felt awkward, unsure how to comfort him.

Qiao Yu suddenly burst into tears, her voice hoarse: "Waaah, my cousin is dead."

"I have absolutely no family left in this world."

"What should I do now?"

Ye Jinfeng wanted to offer some comfort, but his mouth was slightly open, and he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

He stayed by Qiao Yu's side, quietly listening to her cry.

As he cried, Qiao Yu grabbed his arm and began to wipe away his tears.

Ye Jinfeng sighed and took out a handkerchief to wipe away Qiao Yu's tears.

Qiao Yu raised her wet eyes, looking pitiful.

"Thanks."

Her voice had a heavy nasal tone, and her speech was somewhat unclear.

Ye Jinfeng's heart skipped a beat, and he stopped wiping away his tears.

Qiao Yu took a breath and hastily wiped away the tears on her face.

She looked at Ye Jinfeng's arm with a guilty expression, biting her lower lip: "I've gotten your clothes dirty."

"I... I'll compensate you."

Ye Jinfeng glared at her with displeasure and grabbed Qiao Yu's face.

Qiao Yu stood there, stunned, her eyes wide open.

Ye Jinfeng was startled by the chubby touch on Qiao Yu's face. After regaining his senses, he said with dissatisfaction, "Didn't I say that you don't need to be so polite to me?"

"Who do I think I am? Can my clothes be sold at a discount?"

"If you pay me back, how will you survive?"

Qiao Yu mumbled, "But..."

"There are no 'buts'."

"From now on, I'm your older brother. Don't be polite with me anymore!"

He glared at Qiao Yu, who responded with an "oh".

Ye Jinfeng quickly released his grip, curled his palms, and turned his head to the side.

Qiao Yu rubbed her face and cautiously glanced at Ye Jinfeng's back.

"Brother Ye... why are you so good to me?"

Ye Jinfeng took care of her in every way, and even stepped forward to help her shake off those reporters at this time.

Ye Jinfeng didn't even turn his head, muttering, "I only helped you because you're young."

"Don't think about it too much, let's go."

Ye Jinfeng grabbed her wrist again, giving Qiao Yu no chance to resist, and dragged her away.

Qiao Yu obediently followed behind him, feeling a greater sense of trust in Ye Jinfeng.

In the hospital, Mingyao watched the live broadcast of the accident from her hospital bed.

Qiao Yu made an appearance during the live stream, but was quickly taken away by Ye Jinfeng.

With Ye Jinfeng there, Mingyao's anxiety subsided.

The successive deaths of Lin Bin and Qiao Wenjuan were a huge blow to Qiao Yu.

When Qiao Yu rushed out, she was lying on the bed unable to move, and could only feel frustrated and unable to comfort her.

A knock came at the door, and Zhong Ruyi's lawyer opened it first.

Zhong Ruyi had just undergone an induced abortion and was still very weak, unable to get out of bed, so the lawyer had her sit in a wheelchair.

After just one day apart, Zhong Ruyi looked like a withered flower, dull and lifeless, and listless.

After the lawyer left the room, Zhong Ruyi pushed her wheelchair to the bedside.

"Mingyao, are you alright?"

"Mrs. Zhong, I'm feeling much better."

"And you?"

Her gaze fell on Zhong Ruyi's shrunken belly.

Zhong Ruyi subconsciously touched her stomach and said coldly, "A beast like Lin Bin doesn't deserve for me to give birth to his child."

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