NOVPUBChapter 163: 163, it’s all your fault, making me wait so long.
Chapter 163: 163, it’s all your fault, making me wait so long.
The thief darted across the road, timing it right, capitalizing on the moment when there were no cars, sprinting across at top speed.
But just as Song Qinghuan decided to chase after him, cars were zooming back and forth, yet she still recklessly rushed forward.
Suddenly, a luxury Mercedes sped towards her, dangerously close to hitting her.
“Ah!!” Song Qinghuan was petrified, eyes widened in the middle of the road, seemingly oblivious to everything happening around her, only managing to let out an instinctive scream.
It’s said that when people are on the brink of death, regardless of their intelligence, status, or everything else that defines them, they can only freeze.
At this moment, Song Qinghuan experienced this firsthand.
She wanted to run, but she was unable to move, left with no choice but to close her eyes to await the unexpected impact.
Brakes screeched, interspersed with the driver’s curses. Just when Song Qinghuan thought she was doomed, suddenly she felt dizzy, as if the world was spinning around her.
As she snapped out of her fear, her head was resting on a firm chest.
He was holding her very tightly, so tight that she knew she was still alive.
The steady, powerful heartbeat was so loud, assuring her, with every beat, that she was not injured.
The subtle scent of masculinity lingered in her nose, making her realize without raising her eyes to see, who the man holding her was.
On the sidewalk, Shi Yuhuan pushed her off him, his expression icy, his voice chilled, “Are you crazy, running out into the road like that?”
Upon being released, Song Qinghuan immediately looked in the direction where the thief had escaped, but she couldn’t even catch a glimpse of his shadow.
She deflated, sinking down to sit on the ground, her small face blank, her expression miserable, “My bag was stolen.”
“It’s just a bag, is it worth risking your life for it?!” Shi Yuhuan’s voice, low and slow, was even colder than before, chilling the surrounding air.
Song Qinghuan bit her lip, her small brows furrowed in agony, tears swirling in her eyes, but she forced herself not to let them fall.
The lights from the passing cars cast a pale, pitiful glow on her face.
If it was just a stolen bag, she wouldn’t be so distraught, but there were important things inside it.
Those photos, which she thought wouldn’t be safe in the office, were why she carried the bag with her.
Who would have known that Shi Yuhuan would take so long to arrive that she, a girl, had to stand alone on a dark roadside for so long?
“Just blame it on you. Why did you make me wait so long?” her accusing voice was weak and shaky, and a sense of helplessness echoed in it.
For some reason, Shi Yuhuan felt a tug at his heart, “I was going after the thief for you. You could have just waited there,”
“I didn’t see it. How would I know you were chasing after him?” As her voice choked with tears, a teardrop fell.
However, she quickly wiped it off.
Shi Yuhuan’s face darkened, his thin lips set in a cold line.
After silently watching her for a moment, his voice rose sternly, “Get up, you’re not supposed to sit on the ground!”
“…” Song Qinghuan continued to silently sob, ignoring him, without looking up.
Concerned that she might catch a cold sitting on the cold ground, he was originally worried about her. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he seamlessly transitioned, “Get up. I promise to help you find your bag.”
Instantly, Song Qinghuan lifted her tear-soaked eyelashes, glanced at him, and blurted out two words, “Really?”
Shi Yuhuan coldly turned away, “If you don’t get up, I’ll take no further part in this.”
Immediately, Song Qinghuan stood up, reaching out to grab his sleeve, “I’m up! You need to help me get my bag back.”
