Chapter Ninety-Five
That evening, #XiaohuachengHuangqiangLeyuan# topped the trending searches, with unprecedented popularity. To this day, some people are still confused: was Qian Dongchang's scene an immersive Easter egg in the Super Theater, or did he really catch a fugitive in full view of everyone?
After all, the last time a fugitive was captured in such a dramatic manner was by Jacky Cheung.
Netizens once again commented: 2026 will usher in a new era, probably a year in which jobs will be harder to find than fugitives.
Meanwhile, Jiang Le and the girl with him were still waiting anxiously at the visitor center, longing for a certain handsome guy.
However, this person had just confessed his love to his girlfriend with a cold face, and then coldly said that he was going to sleep.
He didn't expect Li Yingqiao to give him any decent response. After all, she had always liked to talk nonsense with him since she was a child. In junior high school, she would say things like "I will take care of you." She never missed a single one of those words. However, no matter how touching the love words were, they sounded like casual, nonchalant romantic tricks coming from her mouth.
Before he could turn around, Zhao Pingnan called Li Yingqiao's cell phone.
...
Visitor Service Center.
Yu Jinyang had just been there; the two girls were being examined by medical staff at the time, so he couldn't go in and went downstairs to wait for Li Yingqiao. Brother Siyi's ambulance had also just left not long ago. He only had the medical staff give him some basic treatment for his wounds and didn't go in. Ambulances only allow one accompanying family member, so Tang Xiang naturally got in. Her father was holding onto her hand tightly and wouldn't let go, making it impossible to put a pulse oximeter on her.
She kept murmuring, "Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang. What's wrong with me? Am I so worried about you that I can't breathe...?"
The first time he saw his mother blush like that, the medical staff who were helping to put on the oxygen mask burst out laughing. In the end, they put the pulse oximeter on his father's big toe.
As Li Yingqiao and Yu Jinyang pushed open the door and entered, Zhao Pingnan stood up with a sigh of relief. Her patience had run out, but her smile remained unchanged, her curve meticulous: "He's here. Let him talk to you, okay?"
Jiang Le and her companion exchanged a glance. The tall, broad figure stood in the doorway, with excellent looks and a mature, steady demeanor. This man's eyes, unusually, lacked the unbridled scrutiny and sizing up of a young girl that one would expect from an adult man. His gaze remained calm and serene, while his brow bone was cold and hard.
At this moment, their tense backs finally relaxed. The two, who had been shaking their heads at every word Zhao Pingnan said since they entered the room, finally let down their guard and nodded gently.
Li Yingqiao didn't go in. Zhao Pingnan pulled her to make coffee for the two girls. The two women leaned against the coffee bar, not saying a word, only occasionally glancing at the lounge.
Li Yingqiao heard roughly from Zhao Pingnan about what the two girls had experienced that day.
"Have you arranged for them to be examined?"
"Yes, they did. As soon as Yu Jinyang's father's ambulance arrived, they made the medical staff examine them all. They refused no matter what, and it took a long time to persuade them. In the end, they reluctantly agreed. They are pitiful, but they are really difficult to take care of."
Everyone goes through this age. Putting herself in their shoes, Zhao Pingnan felt that if she were out having fun and then inexplicably dragged into this kind of thing, she wouldn't be in a good mood either, and it was normal for her to be wary. For the two of them, it was an undeserved disaster, so she didn't comment much, only saying, "Let's see how Yu Jinyang comforts them, anyway, there's nothing I can do."
Are they still insisting on not calling the police?
Zhao Pingnan scrolled through his phone and said, "Yes, but if the police ask us, we will definitely tell them the truth. We can't really cover it up for them. This matter has become so big, they are even more worried about being pointed at and gossiped about by their teachers and classmates."
Li Yingqiao glanced back at the person inside the transparent glass, pondered for a moment, and then remained silent.
Yu Jinyang pulled out a chair and sat down opposite the two of them, taking out his phone from his down jacket pocket. There was no further eye contact or communication.
The ringed finger rested against the back of the phone, the fingertip expertly swiping twice. Unlike the ruthless decisiveness with which she broke the window with a fire extinguisher not long ago, the movements were now steady and fluid, even the cold gleam of the ring's metal seemed much softer.
He raised his eyes, his gaze gentle and calm as he inquired, "I need to record the rest of our conversation. Is that acceptable?"
Jiang Le was much calmer now, but she still couldn't accept his businesslike attitude. She thought he would at least ask them how they were feeling, like the woman from before.
“We’ve been waiting for you here for a long time,” Jiang Le said.
Yu Jinyang put down his phone, leaned back, and asked indifferently, "So?"
The other woman with pear-shaped hair had fallen silent. She felt that this man was too mature and calm, and his way of handling problems was beyond her ability to cope with. She had tried to leave several times, but Jiang Le refused and insisted on waiting for Yu Jinyang to arrive.
She knew what Jiang Le was up to; she simply wanted to add this man on WeChat.
Unable to bear his indifference, Jiang Le bluntly said, "Is this how you treat us? You told us to wait here, and you said you'd give us an explanation, but when you arrive, you don't even offer a basic greeting. You just pull out your phone to record us. We're just two high school students. Everything we've experienced today is because of your scenic area. We're not asking for compensation, but at least have a better attitude. I don't know what you're so arrogant about. Is being a b-boy so great? Is recording a show with a top star so great?"
She immediately seized the moral high ground.
Yu Jinyang listened quietly, neither refuting nor interrupting, but simply looking at her calmly.
Her companion glanced at Jiang Le and realized that Jiang Le probably understood what Jiang Le was planning. She couldn't help but tug at Jiang Le's sleeve, signaling her to stop talking, as angering her wouldn't do any good: "Let's go home, forget it."
Jiang Le looked at her with disdain. She was always like this, shrinking back when faced with problems and always saying "let it go." So she said irritably, "If you want to leave, then leave. I'm not leaving. I want him to give me an explanation."
However, Yu Jinyang's calm and composed demeanor only made Jiang Le angrier.
Jiang Le crossed her arms, looking like she wouldn't let this go: "I want to see your manager."
Yu Jinyang pretended to ponder for a moment, then remained expressionless, but his tone became somewhat enigmatic: "It's best not to."
Jiang Le snorted, "Even you have moments of fear."
So she made up her mind to see the manager. "I don't care. You made us wait for so long, and your attitude was so bad from the start. I'm going to file a complaint against you."
Yu Jinyang leaned back, raised an eyebrow, and remained noncommittal. After a moment's thought, he decided to give Li Yingqiao a nudge: "Fine, then I'll lose my job. Jobs are so hard to find these days."
Jiang Le, however, pressed her advantage: "Then beg me."
Yu Jinyang finally turned his face away speechlessly, "I'll call our manager for you."
"..."
Li Yingqiao pushed open the door and sat in the spot where Yu Jinyang had just been sitting. She looked at them with concern in her eyes and said, "You can state your demands."
Jiang Le hesitated for a long time, glancing back and forth between Yu Jinyang outside the glass door.
Li Yingqiao instantly understood. That look was all too familiar; girls had looked at Yu Jinyang like that before, outside their classroom.
She looked over and asked bluntly, "Want his WeChat?"
Jiang Le nodded.
Li Yingqiao was both amused and exasperated: "So you've been refusing to call the police or leave all this time just because you want his WeChat?"
The woman with the pear-shaped hair quickly waved her hand, "It wasn't me, it was her."
Jiang Le didn't think there was anything wrong with it, but she just didn't want to ask Yu Jinyang directly. She felt that this man was too arrogant, and the more arrogant he was, the more it aroused her desire to conquer him.
Li Yingqiao gestured with her chin towards the door, "Do you know how old he is?"
Jiang Le: "Twenty-eight. There is information about him online. I have looked him up. He is Yu Jinyang, a b-boy, and has recorded a show with a top star."
Li Yingqiao: "How old are you?"
Jiang Le: "I'm eighteen, my birthday just passed. I like people who are more mature and older than me."
Li Yingqiao was practically breathless. She wasn't even jealous; she just felt helpless. She steered the conversation back to the main point, saying seriously, "Jiang Le, I suggest you call the police first."
Jiang Le was getting impatient: "I told you I wouldn't call the police—"
Li Yingqiao interrupted her: "Jiang Le, I don't want to talk to you about those clichéd topics. I believe you are a smart girl, otherwise you wouldn't be sitting here talking to me like this. I only want to ask you one thing: were you scared during those few minutes when you were tied up? You must have been very scared, otherwise you wouldn't have kept telling yourself after you were rescued that the person was only targeting the scenic area, and that you thought they wouldn't hurt you, right? You should wait for the police report and see who that person really is. If Yu Jinyang hadn't discovered it in time today... I'm not threatening you."
Jiang Le stared at her in astonishment. "What do you mean?"
Li Yingqiao looked her straight in the eye and said, "I thought that after experiencing something like this, you would at least feel some lingering fear, but you didn't. You're even using this incident to ask me for your savior's WeChat. In this matter, I think you don't value your own safety enough, or rather, you don't value your own feelings enough. I wonder if you've suffered something far worse than this, which is why you keep comparing different kinds of harm. Isn't this kind of harm, which didn't cause any real damage, worth calling the police? Jiang Le, please tell me, do you need help?"
Jiang Le didn't say anything more, staring at her in astonishment, her shoulders involuntarily tensing up again.
She was simply struck by the woman's insight: what other relationships exist between people besides eating and being eaten?
Li Yingqiao added, "As for Yu Jinyang, he's not usually like this. After all, he just saved you today, so he's just trying to avoid suspicion."
Li Yingqiao knew all too well that this was the time when people were most enamored with a hero's image. Just like when she had saved Yu Jinyang during the high school entrance exam, she hadn't dared to show excessive concern. In psychology, this is called recipient dependence, as Liang Mei had said. Occasionally, she even had to tease him a couple of times to alleviate the dependence he had developed on her.
If Yu Jinyang had acted even slightly more gently and considerately today, these two high school girls would have developed an even stronger and deeper dependence on him and a more positive view of him.
Not to mention, they still keep asking for my WeChat.
However, Jiang Le finally understood soon afterward—
There aren't that many heroes who fall from the sky in this world.
She just happened to meet a mature man who was decent-looking but would be rejected even if he proposed.
He just happens to have a sense of responsibility.
...
Late that night, Li Yingqiao suddenly threw off the covers and realized she had made a mistake.
Because Jiang Le's words, "I just like this kind of maturity," kept lingering in my mind.
Her eyes flashed with a sharp glint as she glared at the culprit, then, lying there, she reached out and grabbed his neck. Yu Jinyang, who hadn't been asleep either, let her grab him, then burst out laughing with his eyes closed, his voice still slightly sleepy, "In the middle of the night... Li Yingqiao, what are you doing? Grabbing my neck at this hour, are you trying to murder your husband, or are you proposing to me?"
"How did you deduce that?" Detective Keqiao asked. "Even Conan couldn't figure it out, right?"
"If he could deduce this, he wouldn't have pursued Xiaolan for over nine hundred episodes. I'll take it as a marriage proposal."
Yu Jinyang suddenly sat up and kissed her forehead without saying a word. He then gently tucked her hair behind her ear and whispered, "Okay, I do."
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