Only Save Her

Su Shijie, already in a foul mood, snapped at Yan Youlan's unreasonable behavior. "Are you not embarrassed enough already?"

"Yes, not embarrassed enough!" Fu Ranyan chimed in mockingly. "Why stop at this? You should rename yourself Chen Shijie—Chen Shimei's long-lost brother. It suits your personality perfectly!"

Fu Ranyan couldn't stand these two shameless people acting so carefree. Bullying her Mianmian? They clearly didn't value their lives!

"Fu Ranyan, watch your mouth!" Yan Youlan shouted angrily.

"Let's go!" Su Shijie yanked Yan Youlan's arm hard, nearly causing her to fall in her high heels.

As they left, Fu Ranyan shouted after them with glee, "Goodbye, mistress! Farewell, mistress!"

Once the eyesores were gone, Tang Mianmian finally spoke. "Ranyan, your combat skills are astonishing."

"Enough about that. You need to explain this!" Fu Ranyan said, her expression darkening with genuine frustration over being kept in the dark.

Tang Mianmian quickly adopted a placating tone. "I'll explain everything, I promise. Let's go first!"

Surrounded by onlookers, she was mortified beyond words.

When Fu Ranyan saw the car waiting for them outside, she let out a piercing scream. "Tang Mianmian! Did you win the lottery or something? Did you strike it rich overnight and become a tycoon?"

Covering her ears, Tang Mianmian cringed at the shrill voice. "Keep it down!"

The car wasn't hers. If anyone got the wrong idea and tried to rob her, she'd be in big trouble.

"Let's go, I want to ride in this luxury car!" Fu Ranyan said, excitement momentarily washing away her earlier sadness. Perhaps it was her way of escaping reality.

After they got into the car, Tang Mianmian had just driven out of the Emperor Club's parking lot when there was a loud bang. The car jerked violently as airbags deployed, surrounding the front seats.

Inside one of the VIP suites at the club, four extraordinarily handsome men were enjoying their drinks.

Long Yejue seemed distracted, glancing at his phone now and then.

"Waiting for a call?" teased Qi Yunmo, smirking.

"No," Long Yejue replied curtly, his tone cold and dismissive.

Hearing this, Hexi Jue changed the topic. "I heard some shocking news today. Want to hear it?"

"Spill it!" the group chimed in eagerly.

Long Yejue remained indifferent, as though he already knew the "shocking news" was about him.

Hexi Jue's devilish smile deepened. "A friend told me he saw someone getting their marriage license recently."

"Marriage license? Who?" Qi Yunmo asked, intrigued.

With a sly grin, Hexi Jue gestured at Long Yejue. "Care to explain, Jue?"

"Come on, tell us!" the others urged, all eyes on Long Yejue.

To their astonishment, Long Yejue calmly replied, "A marriage license."

"Pfft!" Qi Yunmo spat out his drink, unable to contain his shock.

As they bantered, a panicked club staff member burst into the room. "Sir, an Audi A8 downstairs has been in an accident!"

Long Yejue's brow arched slightly, as if asking why he should care.

"The license plate... it's registered to you," the staff member clarified nervously.

Long Yejue's expression darkened instantly. Pulling out his phone, he quickly dialed Tang Mianmian's number.

Back at the crash scene, Tang Mianmian was groggily trying to check on her friend. "Ranyan, are you okay?"

"Still alive, but I'm stuck," Fu Ranyan groaned in response.

Before they could make sense of the situation, the sound of screeching tires echoed as a car sped away into the distance.

Suddenly, a voice calling her name reached Tang Mianmian's ears.

"Am I hallucinating?" she muttered, hearing Long Yejue's furious tone.

But when she finally managed to open the car door and stumbled out, she fell into his warm embrace instead of onto the cold ground.

It felt familiar.

"Are you hurt? Answer me!" Long Yejue's anxious voice interrupted her thoughts.

Tang Mianmian blinked up at him, rubbing her eyes to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "What are you doing here?"

Long Yejue's face was as dark as a storm cloud. "Are you seriously asking me that? Are you hurt?"

Before she could answer, Long Yejue began checking her for injuries.

Tang Mianmian squealed, "What are you doing? Don't touch my clothes!"

Ignoring her protests, he continued his inspection, only stopping when she loudly insisted, "I'm fine! Really, I'm fine!"

Satisfied she was uninjured, his expression softened slightly before growing icy again. "Why were you driving my car?"

Tang Mianmian panicked. "I didn't mean to... And it wasn't my fault! Someone hit me!"

Long Yejue's gaze shifted to the car's damaged rear. Seeing the mangled trunk, his eyes grew cold. He turned back to Tang Mianmian, scooped her up, and headed for another car.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked nervously.

"The hospital," he replied flatly.

Tang Mianmian wanted to protest but stopped when she saw the fierce look in his eyes.

"Hey! What about me?" Fu Ranyan's voice called from the wreckage. "Tang Mianmian, don't you dare abandon me!"

Tang Mianmian's face flushed with embarrassment. She had completely forgotten her friend was still in the car—pregnant, no less!

"Please, we have to save her!" she pleaded, tugging at Long Yejue's sleeve.

"She'll be fine. Someone will take care of her," Long Yejue replied impatiently.

"But—"

"No buts," he cut her off, closing the car door as the vehicle sped away.