Chapter 101: The Cannon Fodder in a Dogblood Novel (101)
When Mo Zeyan received Shen Tangqing’s call, he was momentarily stunned.
Hearing Shen Tangqing’s trembling voice saying that Li Qiulan was dying, he bolted upright from his bed.
Without even taking the time to change his clothes, he rushed straight to the hospital.
…
The corridor outside the emergency room was deathly silent. Only the pale, harsh light from the ceiling lamps spilled onto the floor, casting a chill through the air.
Shen Tangqing sat in the corner of a long bench, covered in blood.
His head was bowed, and sweat-soaked strands of hair clung to his pale cheeks.
He looked like a marionette that had its soul stripped away, staring vacantly at the ground.
He didn’t know why things had suddenly turned out like this.
…
After an unknown amount of time, a pair of polished leather shoes entered his vision, accompanied by a shadow carrying a crisp, cold fragrance that slowly enveloped him.
“Shen Tangqing.”
Qin Yizhou’s voice was deeper than usual, carrying an imperceptible tremor.
Shen Tangqing looked up and immediately met Qin Yizhou’s eyes, which were filled with concern.
He seemed to have arrived in a great hurry.
In Shen Tangqing’s memory, Qin Yizhou was always meticulously groomed, but now his hair was slightly messy, and even one of his shirt buttons was missing.
“Mr. Qin…”
Shen Tangqing’s voice was so hoarse it was almost nonexistent. His once clear and gentle eyes were so swollen they could barely open.
The skin around his eyes was a deep, vivid red, like crushed rose petals.
His eyelashes were wet and clumped together, making him look wretched and pitiful.
Qin Yizhou’s gaze moved from Shen Tangqing’s eyes to the bloodstains on his face.
His heart felt as if it were being squeezed by a hand.
“What happened?”
He had only just discovered yesterday that Li Qiulan might have found Shen Tangqing.
However, Li Qiulan owned numerous properties, and Qin Yizhou hadn’t been able to pinpoint exactly where Shen Tangqing was being held.
Today, he had stormed the Li family’s ancestral home.
He finally saw Li Qiulan, but the man wouldn’t admit to anything.
Qin Yizhou could only send people to secretly monitor him.
But Li Qiulan was no fool; he had actually managed to shake off Qin Yizhou’s men.
If Qin Yizhou hadn’t been monitoring Li Qiulan’s driver, he wouldn’t have known at all that Li Qiulan and Shen Tangqing had been rushed to the hospital tonight.
Shen Tangqing shook his head, murmuring in a broken voice, “He grabbed my hand and stabbed himself…”
His hands and clothes were covered in Li Qiulan’s blood, making it look like a murder scene.
Qin Yizhou’s expression tightened.
Although he didn’t know exactly what had transpired, now was clearly not the time to press for details.
He was afraid of further traumatizing Shen Tangqing.
After a second of silence, he slowly knelt down.
This posture was almost overstepping for someone of his status, but it allowed him to look Shen Tangqing in the eye, diminishing his natural air of intimidation.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said softly. He pulled out a neatly folded square handkerchief.
With fingertips that trembled slightly, he carefully wiped the blood from Shen Tangqing’s face. “You aren’t hurt, are you?”
The gesture was overly intimate, but Shen Tangqing was too immersed in his own emotions to notice.
Terror, fear, and a sliver of sadness he hadn’t even realized himself…
With so many emotions intertwined, he had no energy to pay attention to Qin Yizhou’s actions.
“Will he die? He lost so much blood…” Shen Tangqing suddenly grabbed Qin Yizhou’s sleeve, the blood on his palm smearing onto the expensive, custom-made suit.
Unspeakable fear surged in his eyes. “I never wanted him to die…”
Qin Yizhou’s heart sank, but he firmly pressed Shen Tangqing’s trembling shoulders.
He intentionally slowed his speech, offering soft comfort. “He won’t. Mo Zeyan’s medical skills are top-notch. He will definitely save him.”
“Really?” Shen Tangqing looked at Qin Yizhou as if grasping at a final lifeline.
“Really…”
Shen Tangqing slowly released his grip on Qin Yizhou’s sleeve and buried his head between his knees.
Qin Yizhou watched him in silence. After a moment, he stood up and sat on the bench beside him.
The two sat quietly, neither speaking.
Silence descended upon the corridor once more.
After an unknown amount of time, the light above the emergency room finally went out.
The door was pushed open.
Shen Tangqing seemed to snap back to reality. He jerked his head up and stood up from the chair.
But because he had stayed in one position for too long, and stood up too quickly, he stumbled for a moment.
Fortunately, Qin Yizhou was quick and caught him.
Shen Tangqing broke free from the support and rushed forward anxiously.
“Professor Mo, how is he?”
Mo Zeyan took off his mask, looking exhausted. When he saw Qin Yizhou beside Shen Tangqing, his eyes darkened for a split second.
Then, he slowly nodded to Shen Tangqing. “Don’t worry. He’s out of danger.”
Fortunately, when Li Qiulan forced Shen Tangqing’s hand to stab him, Shen Tangqing had instinctively pulled back, causing the blade to veer slightly.
Combined with the driver’s quick arrival at the hospital and Mo Zeyan’s timely intervention, after several hours of emergency surgery, Li Qiulan was finally out of life-threatening danger.
It could be said he was lucky to be alive!
If Mo Zeyan hadn’t come, his survival would have been uncertain.
Shen Tangqing’s tense body suddenly relaxed. He took two steps back, only managing to stay upright by leaning his back against the cold wall.
“Do you want to go to the ward to see him?”
Mo Zeyan asked suddenly.
Shen Tangqing’s expression froze for a moment.
After a while, he slowly shook his head.
Shen Tangqing’s feelings toward Li Qiulan were complicated.
Did he hate him?
Yes, he did.
But within that hatred, there was a sliver of emotion he couldn’t quite explain.
He was shocked by Li Qiulan’s desperate love.
Specifically, the fact that this suffocatingly intense emotion was poured onto him.
It made him afraid, panicked, and at a loss.
He didn’t love Li Qiulan, but his hatred was no longer pure.
…
Mo Zeyan went to the ward.
Qin Yizhou walked to Shen Tangqing’s side, deliberating for a second before speaking.
“Would you like to stay at my place for the night? Once you’ve rested tomorrow, I’ll send you back to the Jiang family house?”
Shen Tangqing had nothing on him; even the clothes he was wrapped in belonged to Li Qiulan.
Shen Tangqing didn’t know why Qin Yizhou had appeared here tonight.
But in his mind, he and Qin Yizhou were merely acquaintances—familiar strangers who weren’t even friends.
How could he possibly stay at his house?
Shen Tangqing was silent for a moment before speaking in a hoarse voice, “Could I trouble Mr. Qin to take me back to Liuli Shuian?”
He didn’t plan on going back to the Jiang family.
After all, if he returned to the Jiang house looking like this, he would probably scare Shen Huayan and the others to death.
A person who had been dead for a year showing up at the door covered in blood—who wouldn’t be terrified?
Shen Tangqing’s refusal was within Qin Yizhou’s expectations. Although he felt a trace of regret,
He still respected Shen Tangqing’s choice.
The heater in the car was running high, and the driver drove steadily.
Shen Tangqing was truly exhausted. Once his taut nerves relaxed in the comfortable environment, he initially tried to keep his eyes open, staring at the passing neon lights outside the window.
Those lights and shadows gradually blurred into a single streak in his vision.
Before long, his consciousness sank into darkness.
The sound of steady breathing came from beside him.
Qin Yizhou turned his head. Shen Tangqing had fallen asleep.
His head was tilted against the back of the seat, and his cheeks were still pale.
The red marks remaining at the corners of his eyes hadn’t faded, looking like crushed rouge, smudging into a fragile, vivid hue.
His long eyelashes cast a small, fan-shaped shadow beneath his eyes, and even in sleep, his brow was furrowed.
He looked broken and pitiful.
A sharp pang of heartache welled up in Qin Yizhou.
In this moment, he hated himself for not finding Shen Tangqing sooner.
His fingertips resting on his knee curled slightly.
He instinctively wanted to reach out and smooth Shen Tangqing’s furrowed brow,
But halfway there, his hand froze.
Qin Yizhou restrained himself and withdrew his hand, placing it back on his knee.
His gaze remained on Shen Tangqing’s face.
It held a suppressed tenderness.
Shen Tangqing had just endured a terrible ordeal; he couldn’t afford to scare him now.
Translator’s Note: Poor Tangqing is really going through it! Qin Yizhou seems like a real gentleman compared to the “perverted crazies,” but in these novels, you never know… Also, Liuli Shuian (琉璃水岸) literally means “Glazed Water Bank,” which is a very fancy-sounding name for a luxury apartment complex. Stay tuned to see how the other “gongs” react to his return!
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