My Lady, To Defeat Scumbags You Must Start Early

Chapter 192 - 192: 190 Sweet Affection (third update)

Song Shan was not really ill in the first place, only a bit weak from lying down for two days. After some rest, he was back to his old self.

They reached home.

Everyone was exhausted after these tiring few days.

Qin Ciling and Song Shan each returned to their rooms.

So did Song Zhizhi and Song Zhidao.

After all the tension in recent days, Song Zhizhi was really tired. She took a shower and lay down to Sleep.

She hesitated for a moment, took out her cell phone, and thought of making a call to Ji Baijian.

In fact, her mind was still filled with thoughts of Ji Baijian.

The thought of his injuries… made her restless.

She sat up abruptly.

She knocked on Luo Xiaolang’s door.

Luo Xiaolang also seemed all set to go to sleep.

Following Song Zhizhi these past two days, she had not gotten much sleep. Even though she had a stronger constitution than most, she needed rest to maintain her mental sharpness.

She looked straight at Song Zhizhi.

“Come with me to Ji Baijian’s place.” Song Zhizhi glanced at the fatigue in Luo Xiaolang’s face and added, “I know it’s a lot to ask.”

She did not dare to go by herself.

After the incident with Nie Wenzhi, she was really scared of the unseen hand behind all this.

She was no longer able to estimate how powerful the enemy was nor the size of the underground organization hidden behind the scenes. The only thing she could do was to do everything she could to protect herself.

Without a word, Luo Xiaolang nodded her agreement. After all, her duty was to be always at Song Zhizhi’s side.

The two of them left just after they’d returned.

Luo Xiaolang drove Song Zhizhi to               luxury apartment.

Song Zhizhi rang the doorbell at the entrance.

Yin Qin answered the door.

Seeing Song Zhizhi and Luo Xiaolang, Yin Qin clicked his tongue.

He had some grievances.

Thinking about how they had brought Ji Baijian back earlier that day, when the man had nearly died, and the fact that this was all because of Song Zhizhi outraged him. She could just leave like that?!

But then he thought better of it.

He figured that he was being too nitpicky especially when Ji Baijian showed absolutely no resentment towards her. He swung the door open wide, “Come in, Baijian is resting now.”

Song Zhizhi nodded.

She walked into Ji Baijian’s apartment with Luo Xiaolang.

There was a man sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Song Zhizhi vaguely recognized him.

She must have seen him before, but definitely never had any contact with him.

The man wore his hair in a crew cut, had very fair skin, probably the fairest of any man she had ever met. He was slightly thin, wearing a white shirt, and looked quite frail. His looks were quite ordinary except for his incredibly good skin.

Yin Qin looked at Song Zhizhi and said simply, “Yan Zhen.”

“The doctor’s son?” Song Zhizhi guessed based on the name. “Yes.” Yin Qin confirmed, “He knows some medicine, so he came to bandage Baijian’s wounds.”

But surely he knew more than just a bit about medicine.

“Hello.” Yan Zhen greeted her.

“Hello.” Song Zhizhi reciprocated, then asked, “Is his condition serious?”

Before Yan Zhen could answer, Yin Qin interrupted, “Does that even need to be asked?”

Song Zhizhi bit her lip.

“He’s in his room, go have a look. ” Yin Qin didn’t want to say more.

Song Zhizhi nodded.

As she walked away, she turned to Luo Xiaolang and said, “Xiaolang, just find a room to rest in.”

“Okay.” Luo Xiaolang nodded.

Song Zhizhi walked straight into Ji Baijian’s bedroom.

Luo Xiaolang was indeed tired. She glanced around briefly and walked into a random room.

Yin Qin watched Song Zhizhi’s retreating figure and slumped onto the sofa.

Yan Zhen on the sofa asked, “Aren’t you going to bed?”

Despite the night’s antics, he still seemed brimming with energy.

Playing with his phone, Yin Qin replied, “Can’t sleep.”

Bringing Ji Baijian back in the morning and placing him on the bed, cleaning his blood-stained wounds with Yan Zhen, handling the severe burns on his hand, as well as the ghastly wounds on his back caused by the explosion, was a dreadful sight.

It had taken Yan Zhen the whole morning to clean and treat all of Ji Baijian’s external injuries. It was only after everything was done that Ji Baijian got to lie down and sleep.

Yet Yin Qin was the one who couldn’t sleep.

It was a strange thing for him. He either slept a lot or didn’t sleep at all.

Yan Zhen didn’t say more.

After all, they were both adults and knew how to take care of themselves.

But…

Despite knowing Ji Baijian for so many years, he had never known him to be so careless with his own health.

Yin Qin had told him that Ji Baijian’s injuries were merely the outcome of a love affair.

It seemed highly implausible that this could happen to Ji Baijian.

So, he was sceptical about Yin Qin’s story.

He turned around to look in the direction of Ji Baijian’s bedroom.

Song Zhizhi..

Could this woman really have such a big impact on Baijian?

And this woman, who apparently had a monumental influence on Ji Baijian, was at this very moment sitting by his bedside, her brows tightly knitted in concern as Ji Baijian slept. Yet the moment she drew nearer, he opened his eyes.

Ji Baijian looked at her.

Song Zhizhi felt a sudden sadness in her heart.

Ji Baijian was injured all over his body, and was even connected to an IV drip.

He was shirtless, his back entirely wrapped in bandages, as were both his hands.

Needless to say, the bandages on his chest spelt a grim story. She had seen that long wound before. Only now, it had cracked open again.

The thought sent shivers down her spine.

“How is Nie Wenzhi?”             voice was rough and dry, probably from sleepiness.

“He has third degree burns over 80% of his body. He was resuscitated but is unable to do anything now. He’s like a vegetable except he still retains sensation and cognition toward the external world.”

The similarity was, Nie Wenzhi, like a vegetative person, lacked the ability to speak to her about everything involving the invisible hand behind all the chaos. She hung her gaze low, focusing solely on Ji Baijian.

She didn’t even dare to touch him.

He was truly covered in injuries, injured in every part of his body.

Her heart ached painfully.

At this moment, she could still recall how Ji Baijian had selflessly rushed towards the burning police car, and the fear she felt still lingered. If something happened to him, if Ji Baijian…

She dared not think about it anymore.

She sat there, gazing at Ji Baijian, at his weakened state. His face was still somewhat pale; was it due to heavy blood loss or unbearable pain? “Come here,” Ji Baijian managed to say.

His voice was still low and husky.

“Hmm?” Song Zhizhi looked at him.

Ji Baijian gestured to the spot next to him on the large bed.

Song Zhizhi cautiously moved closer.

He said, “Rest first, after you’ve rested we can thoroughly analyze the situation. I don’t believe that Nie Wenzhi didn’t pass any information to me, any actions taken will leave traces, we just need to find them carefully.”

At this time, despite being badly hurt himself, he still cared about her first, still thinking about her and comforting her.

And Ji Baijian could really give her great encouragement.

No matter how hopeless or desperate she was, Ji Baijian was always her strong support, both physically and emotionally.

She laid down next to him, longing to snuggle into his embrace, but ultimately she maintained a close but respectful distance.

Then, they fell into a deep sleep.

Yan Zhen had gone to fetch Ji Baijian•s IV drip according to the scheduled time.

He gently opened the door and found Ji Baijian and Song Zhizhi sleeping together.

He entered the room.

Ji Baijian opened his eyes.

Ji Baijian was truly strong, as if any sound, no matter how slight, could wake him up.

He seemed to be alert to his environment at all times.

Yan Zhen had no idea what it was that Ji Baijian had been through, but he knew for sure that this man had a self-discipline that could frighten anyone.

Yan Zhen pointed at the IV drip.

Ji Baijian nodded.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Yan Zhen removed the IV drip without disturbing them further, then left the room.

Yin Qin had played a few rounds of a game and seemed tired, so he stretched and yawned.

“Hss…” he couldn’t help but hiss. Headache.

The wound on his head hurt.

God damn it.

The thought of his hair being shorn off made him want to kill someone.

Currently, all he had was a bandage wrapped around his head, he couldn’t even imagine how ugly he looked with the bandage removed.

That bastard Luo Xiaolang!

‘Your face twitching?” Yan Zhen asked, noticing his expression.

“Your face is twitching!” retorted Yin Qin moodily, then changed the subject, “How’s Ji Baijian?”

“You know better than anyone how tough and resilient he is, so long as he’s not dying, he doesn’t consider it a big deal,” Yan Zhen replied casually. “Rather, the woman in Ji Baijian’s bed… Have you ever seen Ji Baijian being this intimate with anyone before?”

“Well, I’ve clearly never seen Ji Baijian be so reckless for anyone before.”

“A clear case of falling in love for the first time, huh.” Yan Zhen laughed in admiration.

“You think I’m lying?” Yin Qin rolled his eyes.

“Just marveling.” Yan Zhen smiled. “I thought Ji Baijian would be alone forever. After all, it seems quite hard for anyone to catch his eye, he has this air about him that says ‘you can’t match up to me, don’t get close to me.”‘

Yin Qin seemed to be reminiscing about Ji Baijian from the past.

It did seem to ring true.

Ji Baijian was so good-looking that all the forthright foreign girls screamed and chased after him when he was abroad. And there were no negative rumors about Ji Baijian abroad. Therefore, women continuously courted him. Even so,               showed no interest in any woman, whether they

confessed outright, held secret crushes, flattered, or even offered themselves up. Ji Baijian was unmoved by it all. For quite a long time, Yin Qin even doubted Ji Baijian’s sexuality.

“I’ll be stepping out for a bit,” Yan Zhen suddenly announced, standing up.

“Where are you going? You can’t possibly have a partner too, can you?” Yin Qin frowned as he asked.

Yan Zhen smirked, “You’re worried that out of us three, you’ll be the only bachelor.” “I’m not a bachelor!” Yin Qin emphasized every word, “I’m engaged. Engaged.”

“Too bad you still don’t have a partner.”

“Yan Zhen!”

“I’m going out to buy some groceries; I’ll cook something nutritious for Ji Baijian later.” Yan Zhen turned and walked out the door.

Yin Qin was speechless, nursing his internal injuries.

He really was engaged.

What a crappy engagement he had gotten himself into.

He shouldn’t think about it.

There was an ache in his heart.

This pain felt like ants biting his heart, it was hard to put into words.

He got up and went to his bedroom.

It was time for him to rest. The irresistibly strong wave of slumber hit him, and he collapsed onto the bed, pulling the covers over himself and falling asleep.

Luo Xiaolang stirred slightly.

She turned to look at Yin Qin but said nothing Turning back over, she fell asleep again. Back when she was at the Wulin Temple, she often slept alongside her fellow disciples.

Song Zhizhi had no idea how long she had slept.

She opened her eyes and saw an extremely close-up view of Ji Baijian’s face.

Still so handsome.

His attractiveness was striking.

Ji Baijian seemed to still be in a deep sleep.

She quietly admired him.

Staring at his perfect face—his thick, well-shaped eyebrows—were they plucked? His long eyelashes, whose length women would surely envy—were they false? His high, noble nose, how could someone look so good! Even the philtrum was so attractive, and let’s not forget the perfectly shaped lips below.

His lips were slightly pursed, the lip line was clear, and the color was a little pale.

At this moment, it quickened her heartbeat.

When did she start liking Ji Baijian so much? When did this man storm into her heart so deeply?

Her eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Ji Baijian’s handsome face. In this life, no matter what happens, she probably wouldn’t leave him ever again!