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Qin Wushuang's words were incoherent and Qin Song didn't quite understand them.

"...What did you say?" she asked, frowning.

Qin Wushuang tightened his grip on her arm and repeated his words, one by one: "I said, I want you."

"...Are you fucking crazy?!" Qin Song suddenly flung Qin Wushuang's hand away, stunned by his words.

With the fig leaf completely removed, Qin Wushuang had nothing to be ashamed of anymore.

He gave a mocking smirk, and, fearing that Qin Song might not fully understand his meaning, patiently repeated it a third time.

"Qin Song, I want you. I've had feelings for you for a long time."

"..." Qin Song's mind went blank for a moment.

She struggled to process Qin Wushuang's words, and a few seconds later she suddenly raised her hand and slapped Qin Wushuang hard across the face.

"Snapped"!

Qin Wushuang's face was slapped hard to the side, and his entire face was burning with pain.

But he wasn't angry; instead, he laughed happily after being hit.

"What? You can't accept it?"

Qin Song frowned, somewhat speechless, and muttered, "You're crazy... If you have a problem with your brain, go to the hospital and get some medicine!"

After cursing, he turned and ran, heading towards Pei Xingzhi without looking back.

"Pei Xingzhi! Pei Xingzhi, wake up!"

Lin Jiahe slapped Pei Xingzhi's face, persistently calling his name.

"Pei Xingzhi?" Qin Song ran over, supporting her pregnant belly, and knelt down directly beside Pei Xingzhi.

Pei Xingzhi was covered in blood. She wanted to touch him but was afraid of hurting him. Her blood-stained hands froze helplessly in mid-air, not knowing where to put them.

"Pei Xingzhi, it's me, Xiao Song. I've come to find you." Pei Xingzhi's breathing was so light that Qin Song was afraid he wouldn't hear her, so she hurriedly took two steps forward on her knees and tried to bend down without pressing on her stomach so that she could get closer to Pei Xingzhi.

“…Xiao, Xiao Song…” After several seconds, Pei Xingzhi finally reacted.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed and opened his eyes. Blood and dizziness blurred his vision, but he could still recognize the figure in front of him as Qin Song.

"Xiao Song..." He struggled to raise his hand, which was dripping blood, and tried to touch Qin Song.

"Eh..." Qin Song responded in a trembling voice, quickly grabbing his hand firmly in her palm.

"Don't be afraid, Xiao Song." Pei Xingzhi smiled at Qin Song as usual, "I'm fine, I'm perfectly alright."

"Hmm..." Qin Song nodded, returning Pei Xingzhi a sweet smile with a slight curve to her lips. But the smile lasted only two seconds before she burst into tears, a truly pitiful sight.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." She pressed Pei Xingzhi's hand to her cheek and apologized repeatedly in a trembling, sobbing voice.

"It's all my fault. It's my fault for not answering your call and for being late... I'm sorry, Pei Xingzhi, it's my fault that you were in so much pain."

“It’s not your fault…” Pei Xingzhi touched her face, but suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed abruptly.

"Xiao Song." He raised his other hand and hurriedly covered Qin Song's ears.

"Don't listen, don't listen to Qin Wushuang's words... They're filthy, too filthy."

"Okay." Qin Song obediently agreed, "I won't listen to him, I'll only listen to you."

“You know what? Our child kicked me today, while I was frantically searching for you everywhere, and he kicked me.”

"Really...really..." Pei Xingzhi lowered one hand and carefully touched Qin Song's belly. "Little brat, he can...he can kick people now."

"Yes!" Qin Song wiped away her tears. "He also guessed that something had happened to his father, so he was very anxious in the womb. Pei Xingzhi, you must take good care of yourself, you must take good care of yourself."

Pei Xingzhi blinked, and a glistening drop of water, mixed with broken blood, slowly slid down from the corner of his eye.

"I will take good care of myself for your sake."

……

An ambulance and a police car arrived at the scene at the same time. Three medical personnel took Pei Xingzhi from Qin Song, carefully placed him on a stretcher, and then sent him to the ambulance.

"How is the injured person?"

A female nurse got out of the passenger seat of the ambulance and asked Qin Song a question in a tense voice.

Qin Song wiped away his tears and said blankly, "I don't know, he should be dead."

"...Huh?" The nurse was startled by her words and quickly called her colleagues to run towards Qin Wushuang.

Qin Song, his face cold, glanced sideways at Qin Wushuang, truly hoping that Qin Wushuang would die right there.

"Wipe it off." Lin Jiahe took out a pack of clean tissues from her trench coat pocket, pulled out two tissues, and handed them to Qin Song.

Qin Song took it and perfunctorily wiped away the tears on her face: "Thank you."

Lin Jiahe: "Are you going to ride back in my car, or..."

"I'll go with the ambulance." Qin Song's voice was very soft, so soft that it was blown away by the cold wind as soon as it came out.

“Pei Xingzhi needs me, I can’t leave him. Thank you so much for today, thank you for agreeing to Pei Xingzhi’s request.”

Lin Jiahe shook her head: "There's nothing to thank me for, it was just a small favor."

"This is no small matter." Qin Song grabbed a handful of his wind-blown hair and looked into Lin Jiahe's eyes, speaking earnestly and firmly: "You saved Pei Xingzhi, you saved me, and you saved the child in my womb. Moreover, you saved me even after I had hurt you in the past. I really don't know how to thank you enough."

Lin Jiahe smiled and said, "It's all in the past between us. Besides, you've already realized your mistake and sincerely apologized to me. The resentment in my heart has long since dissipated, so there's no reason not to help you."

"Thank you." Words could not express the depth of Qin Song's feelings; all he could say was "thank you."

Lin Jiahe: "Helping you is my own choice, so you don't always have to thank me. But there's something I'd like to ask you."

Qin Song frowned: "What is it?"

"Hiss..." Lin Jiahe's expression revealed a hint of struggle. "Although we've reconciled, I'm still your ex-boyfriend. As your husband, why didn't Pei Xingzhi call someone else when he realized the danger, instead of choosing to ask me for help?"

"Shouldn't he mind my identity? I transferred money to you before, and he blocked me out of jealousy."

"This..." Qin Song finally smiled when he mentioned Pei Xingzhi's childish behavior. "Blocking you doesn't stop Pei Xingzhi from appreciating you. Pei Xingzhi once told me that you are a very good and charming man. Although he was concerned about your identity, at that time he still felt that only you would be willing to help him sincerely. So, he chose to call you."

"Ah..." This explanation struck a chord with Lin Jiahe. He raised an eyebrow, a little embarrassed. "So, I conquered Pei Xingzhi with my personal charm. Very good, you have good taste. Thumbs up."

Qin Song smiled and said, "Then I'll accept your praise on his behalf."