NOVPUBChapter 300: 300, burnt, and injured again
Chapter 300: 300, burnt, and injured again
Just then, a waiter came in with a tray carrying piping-hot coffee. In a seething rage, Lu Meiyan didn’t think twice and harshly flung it at Song Qinghuan.
Mid-air, a scorching stream of dark liquid splashed out. Song Qinghuan’s eyes widened in terror, but before she could dodge, a slender arm quickly circled around her and spun her out of the way.
But it was a bit too late, for the boiling coffee splashed onto Shi Yuhuan’s arm.
Everyone was astounded by the sudden turn of events.
The burning agony spread quickly. Shi Yuhuan slightly furrowed his brows, then let go of his grip.
Lu Meiyan’s hand trembled, and the coffee cup crashed to the floor with a loud sound, shattering into pieces!
The room was immediately filled with commotion. The waiter, scared to death, quickly said, “I’ll get the burn ointment, I’ll get the burn ointment…”
And then, he sprinted out of the room.
Song Qinghuan’s face turned deathly pale, and she cried out: “Shi Yuhuan!”
The coffee was so scorching hot. It had splashed onto the thick suit, and the burns must be severe. She knew that thicker clothes could exacerbate burns.
A wave of indescribable guilt welled up from within her, spreading from her heart and seeping into every corner of her body. 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙥𝙪𝙗.𝒄𝙤𝙢
Her face paling, tears nearly welling up in her eyes, she said, “Shi Yuhuan, let me see, let me see … ”
Shi Yuhuan, however, didn’t seem to panic. As if the burn was a trifling matter to him. He poured some ice water over the burnt area and said to Chen Tian, “Get the car. We’re going to the hospital.”
His clothes seemed to have stuck to his skin, so there was no other option but to go to the hospital.
“Yes.” Chen Tian shot Lu Meiyan and Song Qiliang a startled glance before rushing out.
Seeing that she had burnt Shi Yuhuan’s arm, Lu Meiyan was also horrified, apologising repeatedly: “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to …”
This was not just some random person. He had no relation to her, so if there was trouble, who knows how much the medical bills would be. She was already out of money.
Scared, she suddenly began to cry, her body trembling nonstop.
Song Qinghuan’s nose turned red and tears welled up in her eyes. She shot Lu Meiyan a fierce look but didn’t say anything. She helped Shi Yuhuan and they left the room.
Watching their retreating figures disappear beyond the doorway, Lu Meiyan collapsed into a chair, murmuring in fear, “What should I do now, what should I do?”
Song Qiliang regained his usual casual demeanor, “Why are you scared? You’ve got Huanhuan, right? You’re her mother, she won’t let this guy give you a hard time. Even if he tried, she would stand up for you.”
Lu Meiyan patted her chest, mumbling, “You know the truth, I’m not her real mother.”
Song Qiliang slapped Lu Meiyan on the head, “Don’t mention it again, she will never know, let’s go, let’s go. We’ll ask her for money in a few days.”
Lu Meiyan stood up: “Ask again?”
Song Qiliang replied: “If we don’t, what about our high-interest loans?”
Lu Meiyan still seemed scared, frowning, “She may really be out of money, it’s no use asking again.”
Song Qiliang’s eyes glinted mischievously: “As long as that man has money.”
Lu Meiyan was confused: “He does have money, but Huanhuan won’t accept it, and she wouldn’t borrow it either.”
