CHAPTER 297: CHAPTER 233

The lighting in the alley behind the bar was dim.

Fu Jinyi tightly clutched the hem of the man’s clothes in front of her, her once proud little face now completely pale.

Ying Yunlin spat, spitting out the bloody foam from his mouth. His phone was vibrating in his pocket, indicating that Rong Zhi was calling him, but he was too busy to answer.

When he went to fetch his car, he had barely driven two meters when he saw Fu Jinyi surrounded by a group of people. Law and order was chaotic abroad in the middle of the night, with armed robberies happening frequently, especially since this place was quite close to the most chaotic warzone.

Ying Yunlin and his friends were always looking for ways to make money that bordered on danger, who would have thought to attract someone like Fu Jinyi, a pretentious white rabbit.

The people coming out of the forbidden zone are not to be messed with.

She was naturally targeted.

Although Ying Yunlin couldn’t beat Bai Su, he was more than capable of dealing with the men in front of him.

He just didn’t expect them to have weapons.

He was slightly injured by a slashing hit, raising his hand casually to wipe the blood off his mouth. Among the group, there was one with powerful kick techniques. Seeing him injured, he seized the opportunity to kick him hard, causing excruciating pain as if his liver and lungs were dislocated.

"You really have guts."

Mr. Ying had a smooth life since childhood, never expecting the first time he got beaten in his life would be over a woman.

Fu Jinyi pursed her lips, "Is it my fault then?"

Her tone was annoying enough to make Ying Yunlin almost want to turn around and snap at her.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his inner annoyance, he said in a deep voice, "Take the phone out of my pocket and call the number that just called, tell Little Nine to come."

Now injured and unable to leave, he had to call Rong Zhi for help.

Fu Jinyi knew now was not the time to be petty, so she reached directly into his pants pocket. Not finding the phone on one side, the opposing person brandished a knife, causing her five fingers to grip something through his pants—a clump of flesh.

She was momentarily distracted, thinking it felt quite good.

The veins on Ying Yunlin’s forehead throbbed as he gritted his teeth, "Have you felt enough yet?!"

Fu Jinyi withdrew her hand sheepishly, laughing lightly to ease the embarrassment: "Sorry, sorry."

This time, she finally found the phone. Seeing the number flash on the screen, she dialed it.

The call quickly went through, and the young man’s cool voice was music to her ears.

"Cousin, hurry to the back alley! Ying Yunlin and I are being robbed!"

Fu Jinyi didn’t waste time, promptly explaining the situation, and the youth on the other end responded with an "uh-huh" before hanging up.

Holding the phone, now back to its main screen, she had time to quip, "You don’t have a password on your phone? Aren’t you afraid people will see it?"

Ying Yunlin, who had just dodged another knife: "???"

At such a critical moment, you’re saying this???

Don’t you value your life???

-

When Rong Zhi arrived in the back alley, both Ying Yunlin and Fu Jinyi were injured and looked incredibly disheveled.

She smirked slightly.

Seeing the group of desperados about to fire, she immediately stepped forward to dismantle the gun from one man, then turned sideways, kicking his waist and sending him flying into his associates.

Ying Yunlin felt like a gust of wind blew by, and when he reopened his eyes, a slender, formidable figure was already standing in front of him.

She hooked the gun dropped on the ground with her toe, caught it and loaded it, then pointed her chin sideways, "Get in the car."

Ying Yunlin nodded, enduring his pain, dragging Fu Jinyi towards the car.

Fu Jinyi stumbled slightly, turned back to the youth, and asked worriedly, "Will Ying Jiu be okay alone?"

"Instead of worrying about others, worry about yourself."

He shoved Fu Jinyi into the car after opening the door, Ying Yunlin circled around to the driver’s seat, turned the ignition key, and pumped the accelerator, making the sports car emit a low roar before speeding away.

After ten minutes and ensuring they were far from the danger zone, he parked by the roadside and not long after, the car window was tapped; he flinched, quickly turning his head.

Rong Zhi was outside the car.

Only then did Ying Yunlin breathe a sigh of relief, unlocked the car door, and got out.

Rong Zhi opened the door and slid into the driver’s seat, her collar splattered with a few drops of blood, and quietly asked Ying Yunlin for tissues.

Fu Jinyi quickly grabbed a packet from the storage box and handed it to her.

She closely observed the youth’s delicate side profile, noting only a few traces of blood on his brows, with the rest being pale.

His face remained unchanged, calm and indifferent.

Fu Jinyi felt a sudden wave of amazement.

Was Rong Zhi really so skilled or was she injured, but unnoticed by Fu Jinyi?

How could she be untouched while Ying Yunlin, a grown man, suffered losses?

Rong Zhi didn’t understand her puzzled thoughts, tossed the tissue into the car garbage bin, and said indifferently, "Sit tight."

In the back seat, Ying Yunlin fastened the safety belt and gripped the handle.

Fu Jinyi: "?"

Then she experienced what it meant to speed for life.

With the rush she felt, the drinks she had that night almost came up.

Finally reaching the Ying Family castle, she got out and squatted beside the flowerbed, throwing up.

A tissue was passed in front of her, Fu Jinyi thanked the giver, wiped her mouth, and felt much better with an empty stomach.

"Can you walk?"

Fu Jinyi: "I can."

Rong Zhi made a sound, went to the back seat to help the unconscious Ying Yunlin out.

The servant in the castle had left the lights on for them.

Ying Yunlin was temporarily placed on the sofa, Rong Zhi went to fetch the first aid kit.

Fu Jinyi had only minor injuries, just needing some ointment, while the other needed surgery; at midnight, Rong Zhi didn’t make Demmi come, doing the procedure herself.

Busy until four, Fu Jinyi fell asleep on the sofa.

Rong Zhi patted her face to wake her, "Don’t sleep here."

Winter nights easily cause colds, so Fu Jinyi nodded, rubbed her eyes, stood up, and headed to her room, then turned back, biting her lip to ask, "Is he alright?"

"A couple of days’ rest and he’ll be fine." Rong Zhi replied.

Fu Jinyi released a breath, "Okay, okay."

-

The next morning, no one saw Ying Yunlin, and upon learning he was injured, Fu Xixiao exclaimed "Ah," instantly dropping his knife and fork to check on his son upstairs.

Ying Ji frowned, "Little Nine, didn’t you guys go out to play last night? How did you end up getting hurt?"

At the end of the table, eating breakfast, Fu Jinyi paused her movement, uncomfortably adjusted her nose bridge glasses, feeling uneasy.

Rong Zhi sipped her soy milk, calmly stating, "Encountered people from the forbidden zone."

"Forbidden zone?" Ying Ji’s brow furrowed deeper, murmured twice, "Those people are indeed getting more reckless, you checked on old Ying? Is he alright?"

Rong Zhi: "He’s fine."

"Then that’s good."

Ying Ji was quite confident in her medical skills.

Fu Jinyi finally swallowed her dumpling, thankfully, thankfully.

With Ying Yunlin injured, Rong Zhi had to take over the training scheduled for this morning at eight.

She returned to her room to pack things.

A man in foggy blue loungewear raised his gaze, handsome brows and expressive yet distant gaze framed by her frameless glasses, he smiled slightly, restraining his emotions, looking more elegant and noble.

"I sorted the content for the exam ratings for you, want to look at it?" He held a file between his fingers like jade.

Rong Zhi shook her head, her voice cool, "I’ve got something to do."

Bai Su arched a brow, "Oh?"

"Team training." Rong Zhi replied while picking clothes.

Bai Su’s tone was tinged with helplessness, "Alright then."

Rong Zhi felt her attitude might have been hurtful.

He had prepared the materials for her, yet she seemed indifferent, not engaging at all.

She pursed her lips, changed into her sweatshirt, walked to him boldly, grabbed Bai Su’s chin, and leaned in close.