TFSRITA Chapter 149

Yan Qing had already knocked one down, and she turned to Chu Zhao, who had woken up, and instructed, “Chu Zhao, don’t move!” After saying that, she quickly ducked as the two charging men came at her. She swept their legs, knocking them down and dodging the sharp blades, continuing her attacks.

She didn’t know why she could fight like this, but at this point, her moves seemed almost instinctual—automatically coming to her whenever she needed them.

For a moment, both armed men were forced to retreat in fear.

Yan Qing was about to grab the weapons from their hands when she heard a muffled sound behind her. She whipped around just in time to see Yan Xianhong lunging at her with a knife, Chu Zhao hanging limply behind him.

At that moment, Chu Zhao didn’t make a sound; he clung to Yan Xianhong’s back, biting his ear viciously.

“Ah!” Yan Xianhong screamed in pain, redirecting the knife meant for Yan Qing and stabbing it into the back of his accomplice, his eyes wild with fury.

Yan Qing’s heart skipped a beat as she took a deep breath, enduring a painful knife wound. She quickly grabbed a stun baton and swung it hard at Yan Xianhong’s head.

“Thunk!” The final blow rang out.

Yan Xianhong’s scream abruptly stopped as he fell to the ground, eyes rolling back in pain.

Chu Zhao also fell with him, but in different directions—Yan Xianhong backward and Chu Zhao forward—his mouth still tightly holding a piece of Yan Xianhong’s ear.

Blood splattered, smearing Yan Qing’s face, and she instinctively closed her eyes, wiping the blood from her clothes as she rushed to Chu Zhao’s side, gently patting his cheek, her voice soft and soothing, “Hey, let go…”

Chu Zhao’s appearance now was like a crazed wolf cub facing a giant predator, his eyes wild and furious.

In this moment, his expression finally bore a resemblance to Chu Yang’s.

Yan Qing’s soothing voice seemed to calm Chu Zhao slightly; his gaze shifted, and he gradually loosened his grip.

Yan Qing quickly checked his waist. The knife from Yan Xianhong was aimed at his waist.

Thankfully, his thick winter clothes had protected him; he wasn’t seriously injured.

As she checked him, Chu Zhao remained motionless, his eyes distant—still shaken.

Yan Qing gently rubbed his head. “Stay with me.”

She turned, her face stained with blood, a dark and menacing expression on her in the dimly lit warehouse, looking almost demonic.

The two men who had just gotten up and were about to charge at her saw her and screamed, running away in terror: “Ghost!”

Yan Qing had no intention of letting them go. She quickly chased after them.

Just as she took a few steps, a group of police officers with guns appeared outside.

The two men, once they ran out, were immediately captured by the police, too terrified to move. “Help! There’s a ghost!”

The police were confused, looking back to see a young woman in red, covered in blood, with a dark expression, and disheveled hair. She looked frightening, but they didn’t think it warranted such a reaction.

Zhou Huaiya, at the back of the group of police, immediately recognized Yan Qing and screamed, “Qingqing, it’s Qingqing!”

Yan Qing saw them and stopped, feeling a sense of relief. But then her body, which had been filled with energy moments ago, suddenly felt empty, and her legs gave out, dropping her to the ground.

The police rushed over to check on her.

Zhou Huaiya ran over frantically, seeing the trail of blood left by Yan Qing on her way here.

…

Yan Qing’s left arm had been cut, not seriously, but she had lost a lot of blood.

When she woke up, Yan Qing felt weak but was still quite comfortable.

However…

She turned her head to see the young man’s profile close by and then glanced at Zhou Huaiya, who was smiling apologetically as she approached. There was an unspoken question in her eyes.

Zhou Huaiya replied softly, “He doesn’t want to be anywhere else. If we move him, he’ll get upset. Jiang Cheng says he’s afraid you’ll get kidnapped again.”

Yan Qing blinked and understood, offering a faint smile that quickly faded with the pain from her wounds, turning her pale.

Seeing that she wasn’t angry, Zhou Huaiya seemed relieved. Yan Qing’s son was too stubborn; it was a difficult situation for everyone.

Looking at the bandaged face and the ointment applied, Zhou Huaiya spoke gently, “Qingqing, the cut on your face is a bit deep. The doctor says it might leave a scar, but don’t worry, makeup can cover it later.”

Yan Qing raised her left hand, hesitantly touching her face, remembering Yan Xianhong’s forceful blow and the dirt that got into the wound later—it was likely to scar. She pursed her lips and slowly shook her head. “It’s okay.”

She was a bit sad about it; after all, her face was important, but given that it saved her life this time, she felt grateful—thanks to Chu Zhao.

Thinking of this, Yan Qing’s heart softened a little.

Zhou Huaiya’s eyes welled up with tears, but she held them back, softly asking, “Are you hungry? I made some lean meat congee and corn rib soup for you. Which one do you want?”

“The soup,” Yan Qing said.

Zhou Huaiya quickly helped her sit up and brought over a bowl of soup.

The noise woke up Chu Zhao, who opened his big eyes and shuddered like he had just woken from a nightmare. Chu Qing’s right hand was grasped tightly.

Instinctively, she patted his hand, soothingly saying, “It’s okay, it’s okay, I’m here!”

Chu Zhao regained his composure, his heart rate stabilizing as he fully opened his eyes. All he could see was the young woman in front of him with soft, hazel eyes, and he continued to stare at her. Yan Qing gently continued to pat his hand, tilting her head and gazing at him.

Zhou Huaiya didn’t know whether to interrupt them.

Chu Zhao didn’t notice anyone else around him. All he knew was he was scared—what had happened earlier still vividly haunted him, especially the thought of Yan Qing in danger—he… he…