In the end, the punk kid couldn't escape a good beating, especially to his face.
After beating up the guy, Ye Chuyue was in a great mood and suddenly thought that having a big shot as her uncle wasn't so bad.
In the past, if she got into a fight, no matter the outcome, Ye Sinian would give her a severe scolding, put her in solitary confinement, and confiscate her pocket money—all in one go.
Now, my aunt not only doesn't scold people, but she also gets her uncle's men to back her up.
Wait, what uncle? Pshaw, she will never change her opinion of that hypocritical guy because of this.
"Sister Yue, we're so sorry, please forgive us this time."
The once vibrant, multicolored hair of the "Shamate" (a subculture characterized by flamboyant and outward-growing styles) now looks like a wilted eggplant, and his face is even more colorful than his hair.
Damn it, we just agreed not to hit each other in the face, but now it's impossible to cover it up when I get home, and I'm going to get a double beating from my parents again.
Ye Chuyue raised her chin and looked at Li Nanxing beside her: "The one you should beg for forgiveness from is not me, but him."
She raised her hand, stood on tiptoe, and patted Li Nanxing's shoulder with a rather bold gesture: "It's your decision."
The punk immediately turned around, grabbed Li Nanxing's leg, and said with incredibly smooth movements, "Brother Li, I'm sorry, please spare my life."
He knelt down and begged for mercy, the action completed in one smooth motion.
Li Nanxing lowered his eyes and stared at him, his deep eyes filled with coldness. After a long while, he curled the corners of his lips and said, "Get lost!"
His tone betrayed his frustration. These idiots are so weak. They're just a few bodyguards.
I was hoping to play the hero and save the damsel in distress, but now that's all ruined.
"Alright, that's all for you. Take your aunt home."
Ye Chuyue casually waved to the row of black-clad bodyguards behind her, in a good mood.
The bodyguards in black got into the car in unison. The window of the first Maybach rolled down, revealing a delicate and beautiful face: "Yueyue, bye-bye."
Ye Chuyue immediately waved back, "Auntie, I'll come back to see you later."
Upon hearing this, the driver, Da Tou, paused slightly and quickly informed his boss: "Boss, Miss Ye said she'll be looking for Miss Chen tonight."
The other end quickly sent a message: "Send your location to Song Anze."
Da Tou immediately carried out the order, sending a location and a few notes: "Miss Ye is here."
After doing all this, he turned the key and started the car.
Through the car window, Gu Baiwei saw Ye Chuyue and Li Nanxing talking about something. Ye Chuyue flicked Li Nanxing's forehead with her small, white hand.
I can't help but sigh, "Youth is truly wonderful."
The driver in front couldn't help but glance at her through the rearview mirror. Miss Gu is only in her twenties, why does she speak so maturely?
Gu Baiwei was stunned after she finished speaking. Why would she say that? She was clearly very young too.
After thinking for a long time, I couldn't remember anything, and my head started to feel dizzy and uncomfortable again.
Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore. She'll forget about it eventually anyway.
As the car drove off, a flashy blue sports car sped past them, and through the car window, Gu Baiwei caught a glimpse of Song Anze's handsome profile.
"Sister Yue, thank goodness you came to save me. There were so many of them, it scared me to death."
Li Nanxing stood tall and imposing in front of Ye Chuyue, but her tone of voice carried a hint of coquetry.
"Alright, I'll treat you to a meal to calm your nerves."
Ye Chuyue said boldly.
Li Nanxing immediately smiled and said, "Sister Yue is still the best to me."
As he finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of a blue sports car approaching from the corner of his eye.
Squinting to make out the car's license plate number, Li Nanxing subtly curled the corners of his lips, then reached out and grabbed Ye Chuyue's arm, pulling her directly in front of him.
"Sister Yue, I just remembered, I have something important to tell you..."
Before Ye Chuyue could react in her daze, he bent down and slowly leaned closer, speaking almost into her ear.
The two were extremely close, and from Song Anze's perspective, it looked as if Li Nanxing was bowing his head to kiss Ye Chuyue.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel and slammed the car horn just as the boy was about to kiss him.
The piercing horn shattered the ambiguous atmosphere at the scene.
As soon as Ye Chuyue turned her head and saw Song Anze's car, her face immediately lit up with joy. She quickly said to Li Nanxing, "Brother Anze is here to pick me up."
As she spoke, she tried to run towards the car, but her wrist was grabbed by a slightly cool, slender hand: "Sister Yue, didn't you say you were going to treat me to dinner?"
She scratched her head, immediately remembering her promise from earlier. She was so excited to see Song Anze that she had almost forgotten.
He reached out and patted Li Nanxing hard on the back: "Of course, let's go together."
Perhaps she used too much force, because Li Nanxing coughed a few times after being slapped.
Are you alright?
She didn't use much force, so why is she coughing? Could she have suffered an internal injury?
Li Nanxing lowered his eyes, covered his chest, and coughed twice: "It's nothing, I just got hit twice with a baseball bat, I won't die."
Ye Chuyue's expression immediately turned tense: "Let's go, let's go to the hospital for a check-up first."
Seeing Song Anze walking over, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed him, her voice filled with concern: "Brother Anze, please check him quickly, is he hurt anywhere? He was just hit on the back with a stick."
Seeing her looking so nervous for someone else, Song Anze felt a sudden tightness in his chest and a terrible ache in his heart.
But he still said coldly to Li Nanxing, "Give me your hand."
Although he is a Western doctor, he has been interested in traditional Chinese medicine since childhood and can diagnose some basic problems by taking pulses.
Long, slender, fair fingers rested on the boy's slightly thin wrist.
The pulse is strong and powerful, there is absolutely no problem.
Song Anze looked up and saw the boy with a gentle smile looking at the girl next to him.
I felt instantly uncomfortable. That look in his eyes was so tender and affectionate; it didn't look like the way he looked at an ordinary friend at all.
"What happened? Are you badly injured?"
Seeing his sullen face and silence, Ye Chuyue felt a little uneasy.
"It's alright, he's in perfect health."
If I'm not mistaken, this kid is probably faking it. As for the reason, his gaze fell on Ye Chuyue, who looked worried, and he pursed his lips.
"Now that the matter is resolved, let's go."
He reached out to take Ye Chuyue's hand, but grasped only empty air.
Looking down, he saw that the hand he wanted to hold was now resting on Li Nanxing's arm.
Ye Chuyue frowned, her face full of worry: "Are you really alright?"
Li Nanxing subtly raised the corners of her lips and shook her head: "I'm really fine, right? Dr. Song."
He definitely did it on purpose!
Song Anze keenly caught the provocative smile on his lips, and his expression suddenly turned cold: "I have something to do, I'll be leaving now."
He clenched his fist, turned and walked away, but his steps were much slower than usual, as if he was waiting for someone to call him back at any moment.
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