The police snipers weren’t there for show. The robbers had barely fired a few shots before they were all lying in pools of blood.

“Sister Bao’er, are you okay?” Mo Qing climbed out from under Tang Bao’er and gently helped her up.

“I’m fine. You… you’re bleeding…” Tang Bao’er looked at Mo Qing’s fair-skinned calf. Luckily, the bullet had only grazed it, scraping the skin. Bright red blood was trickling out, but the wound was small and there wasn’t much blood.

Tang Bao’er hurriedly reached out and pressed down just above Mo Qing’s bleeding wound.

“It hurts so much, Sister Bao’er.” Mo Qing’s eyes brimmed with tears.

[…]

Silly Girl was at a loss for words. Mo Qing’s reaction time was way too slow—and why did this look so familiar? Something like this had happened yesterday, too…

“It’s okay, it’s okay. Doctor! Someone’s hurt over here!” Tang Bao’er soothed her. Her voice had never sounded so gentle, especially not toward a girl she’d only just met.

Tang Bao’er’s shout to the doctors hurrying over from a distance came out at a completely different pitch. She’d lost her usual calm and composure.

The doctor treated Mo Qing’s wound and was about to leave when Tang Bao’er stopped her.

“Wait! How can you just leave like that? Where’s the stretcher?! She’s hurt—get her to the hospital, quickly!” Tang Bao’er looked at the female doctor with displeasure.

The female doctor’s mouth twitched. She gave Tang Bao’er a strange look. Mo Qing really wasn’t badly hurt. It was just a scrape with a little bleeding. If she’d taken any longer to get here, the wound would probably have stopped bleeding on its own. This woman was making way too much of it.

“Sister Bao’er, I don’t like the smell of disinfectant at hospitals. And it’s nothing serious, so I don’t need to go.”

Mo Qing spoke to Tang Bao’er. She was leaning against Tang Bao’er now, happily taking advantage of her in plain sight. She was perfectly comfortable—why would she want to go to a hospital?

“But…” Tang Bao’er started to say more.

“Sister Bao’er, I’m tired. I need to rest,” Mo Qing hinted.

“Then how about I take you to my place?” Tang Bao’er asked. It was the first time she’d ever invited someone to her home.

“Mm,” Mo Qing answered sweetly.

Silly Girl got a shiver of goosebumps. This girl seemed to use the same trick every time—and it worked every time. What in the world was going on…

When Tang Bao’er saw Mo Qing agree, she immediately scooped her up in her arms.

Mo Qing nestled comfortably in Tang Bao’er’s arms. She wasn’t surprised at all that Tang Bao’er was so strong.

After all, Tang Bao’er was a yandere second female lead with a fierce scene where she chased Jiang Qingxue while wielding a fire axe in one hand.

Thinking about it, Mo Qing found herself looking forward to the meeting between Little White Flower Jiang Qingxue and Sister Bao’er, the yandere.

Tang Bao’er was the CEO of a conglomerate, but she didn’t have a driver. She was used to being alone. Of course, starting today, that would be different.

She carefully settled Mo Qing in the passenger seat, then drove her toward her home.

[Mo Qing, don’t you like Jiang Qingxue? Why are you getting involved with Tang Bao’er, too…]

[My foolish Silly Girl, you’re still young. Even if I told you, you wouldn’t understand some things.]

[Mo Qing, can you stop brushing me off?]

[I don’t like Jiang Qingxue anymore. I like Tang Bao’er too.]

[Then why are you…]

[I don’t like them, and I don’t want to let them go either. Get it?]

[…]

Silly Girl admitted she really didn’t get it. She also felt a chill rise in her heart. Mo Qing was truly shameless beyond belief, saying something like that without batting an eye.

Tang Bao’er drove Mo Qing to her home in the suburbs. It was an old villa with a European-style garden, and vines covered the railings around it.

Tang Bao’er got out of the car, scooped Mo Qing up in her arms again, and carried her through the villa’s front door.

“I can actually walk by myself,” Mo Qing said. In truth, she had no intention of getting down.

“You’re hurt. I’ll carry you upstairs. It’s no trouble,” Tang Bao’er said earnestly.

“Okay~” Mo Qing replied sweetly, continuing to nestle comfortably in Tang Bao’er’s arms.

Inside, the villa was lavishly decorated. The crystal chandelier hanging overhead, the spiral staircase with its carved reliefs, and the exquisite redwood furniture all made it clear that the owner was loaded.

The villa was huge and quiet. Besides Mo Qing and Tang Bao’er, there wasn’t another person in sight—not even a servant.

“Your house is so big, Sister Bao’er. Do you live here alone?” Mo Qing was hinting again. She was wondering whether she could get Little White Flower to move in too. Then the place would be much livelier.

“Yes, I live alone. What about you?” Tang Bao’er asked as she carried Mo Qing up the stairs. She was full of curiosity about Mo Qing and wanted to know more about her. It was the first time she’d ever wanted to get to know a stranger.