Shocking! A haughty and arrogant older sister was relentlessly pinned against a wall by a cold and a

The director was very efficient and powerful, and soon Ye Jingke received a call.

At 3 a.m. on Thursday, more than a dozen luxury cars were parked in front of the police station.

The bureau chief hadn't left yet, and seeing this commotion, he immediately rushed out to greet them.

A group of bodyguards got out of the car behind and stood in two rows at the entrance, looking menacing.

Bai Jing opened the door of the first car, and Ye Jingke stepped out, looking travel-worn.

The bureau chief was extremely humble, extending his right hand. "Mr. Ye, Miss Cheng is sleeping inside. You've finally arrived, otherwise I wouldn't dare go home."

Ye Jingke grasped his hand and smiled, "I also want to thank Director Fan for taking care of Ai Ai. I'll go in first, and my assistant will discuss the other cooperation matters with you."

The moment he received the call, he knew the other party wanted something, which was the main reason he sent Bai Jing and his bodyguards along.

Firstly, it was to deter Director Shen from making excessive demands.

Secondly, the Liao family is still looking for Cheng Ai, so they won't be too passive if necessary.

Bai Jing took out two documents from her briefcase and gestured invitingly, "Director Fan, please come with me."

The chief followed with a smile, while Ye Jingke tiptoed into the police station.

However, the next second, my heart skipped a beat.

Several makeshift beds made of plastic benches were placed close to the wall, and Cheng Ai lay curled up on them.

Her pristine white dress was covered in dried mud, her wrists were scabbed over, her knees were bruised, her ankles were swollen and red, and her small face was dripping with sweat.

Ye Jingke's pupils contracted sharply. He rushed to the bedside and squatted down, raising and lowering his hands repeatedly, too afraid to touch the fragile Cheng Ai.

"Ai Ai..." he called softly, his panic evident in his voice.

Cheng Ai closed her eyes tightly, shrank her neck, frowned and murmured, "Cold..."

The voice was soft and faint, but Ye Jingke caught it precisely: "Don't be afraid, I'll carry you to the hotel, it's warm there."

"No, no!" Cheng Ai shook her head groggily, her bloodless lips moving. "Jumping off a building is too dangerous, I don't like it."

Ye Jingke felt sorry for you again, "Okay, let's not go to the hotel, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."

After saying that, he took off his coat, wrapped it around Cheng Ai, carefully picked her up, and walked out of the police station.

While Bai Jing was still talking to the bureau chief, a bodyguard opened the car door, Ye Jingke got in, and ordered the car to be driven to the hospital.

Although it was night, there was still a doctor on duty. After examination, it was found that Cheng Ai had a high fever caused by catching a cold.

As for injuries to the wrists, knees, and ankles, applying medication and resting are sufficient.

Inside the VIP ward, the air conditioning was at a comfortable temperature. Cheng Ai lay quietly on the bed receiving an IV drip, while Ye Jingke stayed by her side, his gaze never leaving her.

He leaned down slightly and kissed the blue teardrop mark on her forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Ye Jingke placed the jade hairpin under Cheng Ai's pillow, held her hand that wasn't receiving an IV drip with one hand, and supported her chin with the other, closing his eyes to rest.

He had been staying up all night searching for people, but now that he was finally able to relax, he quickly fell asleep.

The sun was high in the sky when the nurse came in to remove the needle. Cheng Ai frowned and slowly opened her eyes.

The chill disappeared, my mind cleared, and the discomfort in my wrists, knees, and ankles was gone. However, I was still tired, and my spiritual energy had not yet recovered.

The nurse greeted them softly and left quietly.

Cheng Ai stretched and kicked the blanket.

Ye Jingke, a light sleeper, woke up instantly and instinctively grabbed her hand, "Ai Ai!"

Cheng Ai turned her head slightly, and the moment their eyes met, a mix of grievance and joy welled up inside her, and she burst into tears:

"Ye Ye, how come you only found me now? I jumped off a building, fell down, slept on dry grass, rode a bus, and only ate one box of instant noodles in total!"

Liao Yunqing is a big bad guy. He confessed his feelings to me and said a lot of bad things about me. I don't know what kind of powder he sprinkled on me, but I still can't use my magic.

And the receptionist at Shengding International, her voice is so nice, how come she has no compassion at all? I introduced myself, but she not only didn't believe me, she even cursed at me!

Luckily, I met a kind-hearted driver who gave me medicine and instant noodles, bought me a ticket, and took me to the police station. I promised to repay him, but I forgot to ask his name.

Tears streamed down Cheng Ai's face like broken beads, and her words became incoherent.

Ye Jingke pulled her into his arms, his heart clenching tightly.

When he received the call, he was puzzled as to why Cheng Ai was so far from the hotel that Liao Yunqing had booked, but now he suddenly realized why.

No wonder the little paper crane was running wildly with him on the road; they were chasing a long-distance bus!

Ye Jingke gently patted her back and comforted her softly, "Don't worry, I'll help you get revenge and repay that driver uncle."

After crying her fill, Cheng Ai raised her dirty little face, pouting, "Ye Ye, I'm hungry, I'm thirsty."

Ye Jingke kissed her lips hard. "Okay, the new clothes were prepared a long time ago. I'll run you some hot water first, and we'll eat after you take a bath."

Cheng Ai responded and waited patiently under the covers. Seeing the phone on the bedside table, she picked it up and started scrolling out of boredom.

The moment the screen was turned on, missed calls and messages flooded in, but what caught the most attention were the three trending search terms in the notification bar:

Shengding International President Ye Jingke frequently suppressed Xunliao Beauty Salon.

The relationship between the Liao and Ye families broke down, and Ye Jun's attempts to salvage the situation were unsuccessful.

Liao Yunqing attended a press conference to announce his bankruptcy.

Cheng Ai put her phone back in its place, lay flat on the bed, and stared at the ceiling with her watery eyes, her thoughts drifting.

She knew that Ye Jingke was standing up for her, but seeing the Liao family go bankrupt still made her feel uneasy.

Two inseparable brothers were torn apart because of her.

However, this is also Liao Chengming and Liao Yunqing's own fault.

Things wouldn't have turned out this badly if they hadn't spoiled Liao Yunyan so much.

Suddenly, an exceptionally handsome face appeared above her, and Cheng Ai blinked.

Ye Jingke smiled and poked her arm. "What are you thinking about? You seem so engrossed."

Cheng Ai reached out and grabbed his collar, using the leverage to sit up. She glanced at the food and clothes on the coffee table, swallowed hard, and murmured coquettishly, "Ye Ye, I'm too lazy to walk, carry me."

Ye Jingke was more than happy to oblige. He immediately put his arm around her waist, supported her buttocks, locked the door, and headed towards the bathroom.

He glanced at the bedside table, pursed his lips, and asked, "Did you look at my phone?"

Cheng Ai wrapped her arms around his neck and gave a listless "hmm".

Ye Jingke placed her on a chair in the bathroom, quickly undressed her, and gently placed her in the water. "What do you think? Don't you think I'm heartless?"

Cheng Ai rested her head lightly on the edge of the bathtub, letting the other person wash her. After a long while, she sighed softly, "I don't sympathize with Liao Yunqing. On the contrary, I hate him even more."