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

Ye Jingke glanced at her and sat down next to the hot water basin to wipe his body.

The wound was on his right shoulder, and it was inconvenient to clean it with his left hand. In addition, due to excessive blood loss, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his pale and handsome face looked particularly haggard.

Seeing this, Cheng Ai wiped her hands with disinfectant wipes, walked to Ye Jingke's side, took a cotton ball, dipped it in alcohol, and disinfected his hands with meticulous and gentle movements.

Ye Jingke slightly raised his eyes, looking at her serious and focused expression, and his heart skipped a beat.

The girl was covered in dirt and dust, but her disheveled appearance couldn't hide her beauty; instead, it added a touch of wild beauty.

Ye Jingke sniffed, a deep sense of doubt rising in his heart. Was his sense of smell confused due to the injury?

Why does he always feel that she exudes a certain fragrance that makes him feel a little intoxicated?

By this time, Cheng Ai had finished bandaging Ye Jingke's wounds. She then thoughtfully helped him put on his shirt before sitting back down on the bed to continue eating. "I saw it."

Ye Jingke's expression was somewhat dazed. Hearing her words, he paused, looking puzzled. "Hmm?"

"That man wearing sunglasses, the one you threw into the fire," Cheng Ai mumbled, taking a bite of her rib. "He looks exactly like you."

Ye Jingke lowered his eyes to hide the anger in them, his tone icy, "He's just a plastic surgery maniac who's obsessed with replacing other people. His name is Su Qi, and he's having an affair with my dad's girlfriend, wanting to..."

"Stop!" Cheng Ai interrupted him, her expression impatient. "I'm not interested in your messy affairs. As your savior, can I ask for some compensation?"

Ye Jingke was speechless, but he wasn't angry. He raised an eyebrow, signaling her to state her conditions.

Cheng Ai took a sip of juice and said calmly, "I want to become a contracted artist with Shengding International."

"No problem," Ye Jingke readily agreed, then continued, "Any other requests?"

"You're quite smart, kid." Cheng Ai gave him an approving look, and then added, "I don't care what resources the company gives me, but the first announcement has to be recorded with Hao Jian and Cheng Baoni."

Although I have a lot of negative press, the public was completely unaware that I was in a mental hospital. Therefore, I didn't want to go back to the Cheng family home before recording the show, nor did I want to be photographed by paparazzi.

She paused, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "The murderous aura between your brows hasn't disappeared. If you value your life, you should keep me by your side."

Ye Jingke was startled, and cautiously walked to the window to look outside, his brows immediately furrowing.

He clearly remembered that there were no cars at the gate when he arrived, but now there were several more.

Without even guessing, it was clear that the innkeeper had leaked Zhang Caifeng's whereabouts.

Ye Jingke turned around and went to the door. Just as he was about to open the door to find out what was going on, he heard a series of light footsteps.

His expression changed drastically, and he immediately pounced on the girl on the bed, rolling her to the other side with lightning speed.

The next second, a tiny gunshot rang out, wood chips flew everywhere, and glass shards scattered in all directions.

Ye Jingke held the girl tightly, his dark eyes cold and sharp as knives.

Is this what they call a terrible omen?

If it weren't for that casual remark from the other party, I probably would have been riddled with bullets by now.

How strange! How truly strange!

He had never believed in supernatural phenomena before, but everything that happened tonight forced him to believe.

The camera then shifts to Cheng Ai, who is clutching Ye Jingke's shirt at the back with her left hand and holding a chicken leg in her right, looking somewhat dazed.

Her small face was pressed against his chest, and through his thin shirt, her strong heartbeat could be clearly heard in her ears, giving her an inexplicable sense of security.

After a long while, Cheng Ai finally raised her head.

The gunfire continued. She pursed her lips and sighed helplessly, "Kid, why do you have so many enemies?"

Ye Jingke lowered his eyes slightly, and his gaze met her deep pupils, causing his heart to skip a beat.

As if bewitched, he patted her head and chuckled, "Don't be afraid, once the gunfire stops, I'll take you and escape through the window."

Cheng Ai held the chicken leg to his mouth and murmured, "You must be starving. Eat something to fill your stomach. I have a way to deal with those people outside."

Looking at the chicken leg that had already been bitten twice, Ye Jingke hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to open his mouth and eat it.

Zhang Caifeng owns shares in Huichuan City Mental Hospital, and she would not allow doctors to poison the food and medicine. After all, doing so would not only harm her interests, but also make it impossible to complete the transfer of certain rights of Shengding International.

Even so, Ye Jingke refused to eat the food delivered to his hospital room.

Fortunately, I escaped in less than a week, otherwise I wouldn't know when I would starve to death.

Seeing Cheng Ai use the jade hairpin, which had just turned into a knife, to cut the bed sheet and then prick her finger, drawing blood everywhere, his heart trembled slightly, and his eyes were filled with doubt. "I remember that the jade hairpin was made of stone. Can it be used to test food for poison?"

Realizing the gunfire had subsided, he quickly pulled out his pistol and fired towards the door, creating a commotion to buy time. "What are you drawing? How much blood do you need? Can I use mine?"

Cheng Ai glanced at him, smiled and curled her lips, "Not bad, kid. Not only are you handsome, but you're also quite observant. You even noticed when I was tasting the food."

Ye Jingke sighed and said in a deep voice, "I'm twenty-six and you're nineteen. You should call me 'brother' if you're going to call me that. What's with calling me 'kid' all the time?"

Cheng Ai handed him four bed sheets with talismans drawn on them, winking playfully at him, "Then I'll trouble Brother Jingke to stick them in the four corners of the room."

He then unbuttoned his shirt, drew a few strokes on his chest, and smiled slyly, "This talisman can only protect you from three bullets. If you return safely, I will answer the question you just asked."

Ye Jingke didn't say anything, but quickly picked up the talisman and rushed out while the people outside were changing their magazines.

As they were putting up the second talisman, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Several bullets whistled through the air. He quickly dodged under the table, but a bullet still grazed his arm, leaving a trail of blood.

The amulet had lost its effectiveness, and Ye Jingke huddled there with his hands covering his head, looking extremely disheveled.

As the gunshots faded and footsteps drew closer, a woman with a worldly appearance entered the room, escorted by bodyguards.

She stood at the table, looked down at him for a moment, and suddenly roared, "Drag that little bastard out here! I'll tear him to pieces!"

Ye Jingke wasn't one to sit idly by and wait for his death. He got up on his own initiative, exposing himself to the gun barrel, and slowly took off his shirt. "Aunt Caifeng is as smart as ever. She knows that this place is close to the mental hospital and is afraid of alerting the police, so she even used a silencer."

"Heh!" Zhang Caifeng chuckled sinisterly, her face filled with ruthlessness. "Don't try to get close to me. Tell me, where is Aqi?"