When the people called at dawn arrived at the door, they found it ajar, even though it should have been closed. They exchanged glances, slowly put the key away again, and then pushed the door open—

"Young Master Li?!"

With a gasp, they saw Li Ming lying on the ground, almost paralyzed with fear, covered in a mess, and hurriedly called for an ambulance.

But Dawn grabbed their clothes, her voice trembling: "No, don't make a fuss, don't say anything..."

"But, but Young Master Li, what is this?"

Leon Lai couldn't continue speaking. He admitted that he had acted rashly today. Ruan Qing'an and Song Xijun were both madmen. He was afraid of being dragged into the mess by going head-to-head with them.

If something like what happened at the Great Hall were to happen again, not only would his reputation be affected, but even his father would likely be implicated. This woman is simply insane…

Li Ming finally calmed down, suppressed his resentment, and shook his head rationally.

...

After leaving Li Ming's house, Ruan Qing'an stood not far away and calmly observed the situation. After confirming that the ambulance had arrived in a hurry and that the people could only help Li Ming into the ambulance, she breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that they have intimidated him."

As Ruan Qing'an spoke, when she turned around, Song Xijun was still standing silently behind her, like a vicious dog guarding her quietly. But just a moment ago, he had lost his mind and wanted to strangle her.

Song Xijun's gaze lingered on her neck, and he couldn't help but reach out and touch it: "...Sorry."

"Just an apology?"

"I...I don't know how to say it."

Song Xijun was unusually at a loss, even his hands were frozen. If Ruan Qing'an were still the same as in his previous life, his heart wouldn't be aching so badly, as if he couldn't breathe.

Seeing Song Xijun's blank expression, Ruan Qing'an chuckled: "Oh well, he's always been a blockhead—"

The next moment, Ruan Qingan was already being carried horizontally in his arms!

She nudged him in a panic: "Hey, wait a minute!"

"I'll take you to the hospital to get checked out."

I'm fine now!

"I have to go."

Song Xijun easily suppressed all of Ruan Qing'an's resistance in his arms, rendering her unable to move, and walked straight away, steadily supporting Ruan Qing'an's waist.

With her resistance futile, Ruan Qing'an gave up struggling. Looking at the slap mark on Song Xijun's face, she couldn't help but laugh even louder, poking it with her slender finger: "Don't you feel ashamed walking around like this on the street, you blockhead?"

"It's not shameful, you played very well."

Song Xijun spoke in a deep voice.

He even thanked Ruan Qing'an for that slap, which truly woke him up. His past life and this life were separated into two halves, but the woman he held in his arms was crystal clear.

Like an anchor point for a ship, supporting all his rationality, yet also becoming like a curse that could only influence him. Ruan Qing'an had never been tainted by any kindness, but it seemed as if Song Xijun was her only favorite.

He was addicted to the favor he was being firmly chosen by.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, 037 was relieved: [That's great! I thought even you, my ancestor, were going to be killed by the male lead. He was in too much danger!]

"...I'm thinking about why he would do this."

Ruan Qing'an silently stared at Song Xijun with her leaden gray eyes, as if scrutinizing her. She didn't think the pitiful little girl in the original story who was forced to the extreme and then exploded was a madwoman.

At least, Song Xijun shouldn't be insane now. When he attacked, was he hating her... or "Ruan Qing'an"?

037: [Could it be that you, Ancestor, suspect rebirth?]

Ruan Qing'an closed his eyes briefly and said in a low voice, "Let's take another look..."

After arriving at the hospital, Ruan Qingan was quickly sent for examination, while Song Xijun, apart from a slap on the face, had no other injuries.

Although the effects of the medication in Nguyen Thanh An's body eventually wore off, the possibility of further health complications could not be ruled out. After examination, he was admitted to the inpatient department for observation.

After a flurry of activity, it was already late at night.

Song Xijun stood in a corner of the hospital corridor. On the other end of the phone was the counselor who had called to inquire: "Teacher, Ruan Qing'an is not feeling well and needs to stay in the hospital for observation for the next few days. I'll ask for leave for her."

"Okay, okay, what about you, Song? After all, the school's preliminary selection is coming up soon, you need to come back and prepare well."

Song Xijun paused, then said, "I'm sorry, teacher, I have to stay with her right now and can't leave. I'll be back before the preliminary round."

"But your grades—"

"Strive for one, guarantee one, teacher."

The counselor on the other end of the phone was speechless for a moment: "Alright, alright, it won't affect you much whether you attend classes or not anyway, so just take good care of Ruan Qing'an."

"Yes, thank you, teacher."

After Song Xijun hung up the phone, Zhao Xiaohan rushed over immediately. She was the only friend who still dared to keep in touch with Ruan Qingan after the accident. She hurriedly rushed to the ward.

Upon seeing Song Xijun, she immediately asked, "How is Ruan Ruan doing now? Is there anything I can do to help her?"

"She's alright, don't worry."

"She really is..."

Zhao Xiaohan sighed and glanced cautiously at Ruan Qing'an, who was sleeping in the ward: "Song Xijun, although Ruan Ruan is not a well-behaved girl or a good child, she does have a conscience."

"She knows you came here because of her and couldn't go to a better place. Even though Ruan Ruan knows she didn't force you, she still wants to make it up to you."

Zhao Xiaohan looked at Song Xijun earnestly: "I don't know what happened between you two in the past, but at least she shouldn't be let down now. However, I also want to thank you for rescuing her this time, even though it was all because of you."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaohan bowed deeply to Song Xijun.

He stood there, unconsciously touching his neck. Song Xijun was speechless. He didn't know how to tell Zhao Xiaohan that while she was thanking him, he had almost hurt Ruan Qing'an again...

After parting ways with Zhao Xiaohan, Song Xijun returned to the ward. Ruan Qing'an, who had been as radiant as a flame and as beautiful as a flower, was now curled up in bed in a hospital gown.

Song Xijun sat down beside her hospital bed and quietly looked at her pale profile through the moonlight streaming through the window.

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her neck lightly, like a dragonfly skimming the water. The kiss was no longer filled with intense hostility and an aggressive feeling that was almost like biting her throat. It was just like a wild beast caressing its mate, careful and cautious.

Song Xijun's voice was hoarse: "Ruan Ruan..."

The night was like an abyss, pulling reason down with it. The air, mixed with disinfectant, tore at my lungs. Every breath I took felt real, yet somehow imbued with value.

He leaned down and pressed his palm tightly against hers. The girl's soft, boneless hand rested on his neck, and the slightly cool touch made him feel at ease. Song Xijun sighed softly.

"Now, you've got me under control, Ruan Ruan..."

"I promise I won't hurt you again."

Having crawled out of hell, he fell into the mire of desire she gave him, unwilling to escape, and willingly allowed himself to be controlled by her.

【Affection Level: 45】