Chapter 25: Xi Xingye Cuddled in Her Arms, Miss Shen Marches Forward!

“He was rescued… and it was Shen Qingci again?!” Lin Shanwan’s voice twisted with disbelief.

She hung up the phone, smashing it into pieces!

Her chest heaved as she closed her eyes.

“Ah, Shen Qingci… so you’re helping Xi Xingye go against me, huh?

Well, let’s see… which is stronger: you, a little brat, or me, an old fox trained for so many years!”

She turned her head and ordered, “Shen Qingci’s current company partner is a clothing factory, right?”

“Yes,” her subordinate reported quickly. “The factory also has some connections to us. The head of the factory workers is actually your relative, Yan Shouwang.”

Lin Shanwan smirked.

“Well then, handle it.”

“Bring him to me.”

In the hospital’s VIP single room, Xi Xingye lay quietly on the bed. Long eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes, his brows furrowed tightly, and even his usually rosy lips had turned pale.

“Shen Qingci… I said, don’t tease me!”

He called out in his dream, then opened his eyes.

“Brother Xi, you’re awake! Is there anywhere that still hurts?” Xu Zijie, who had just finished a round of gaming, saw Xi Xingye open his eyes and immediately sprang up. “I’ll call the doctor!”

Xi Xingye turned his head—and the silent room was empty.

So the vision he had before losing consciousness… was just a hallucination?

Reaching for the phone at the bedside, he habitually wanted to check his messages.

Looking at the time, he realized he had been unconscious for three days.

Before he could react, a series of notifications dinged non-stop.

Beijing Evening News, Metropolitan Express, Shenzhou Special Report, Morning Entertainment… big and small outlets alike were spreading the same news:

[Beijing’s Young Master Carried by a Sweet Princess – Fairy Tales Come to Life!]

[Beijing’s Playboy Turns Out to Be a Husband Slave! Kneeling for Durian Today, Losing Virginity Tomorrow!]

[Xi Xingye Cuddled in Her Arms, Miss Shen Marches Forward!]

Seeing the accompanying image, Xi Xingye froze.

The man in the picture, fragilely leaning in a woman’s arms…

It! Was! Him!

And the woman holding him was none other than Shen Qingci!

At first, he couldn’t believe it from just a single photo. He clicked through posts from other media accounts.

Not only did they have pictures, but “kind-hearted people” had even uploaded videos!

Every angle, almost everything!

A scream echoed from the VIP room.

Xi Xingye threw his phone far away, still unable to believe what he had just seen.

Good news: the person who saved him was truly Shen Qingci.

Bad news: he had been princess-carried—and everyone in Beijing… perhaps even all of Daxia, had seen it!

His embarrassment was off the charts!

Xu Zijie, who hadn’t yet made it back to the doctor’s office, heard Xi Xingye’s shout. Fearing something serious had happened, he rushed back.

Unexpectedly, this was what Xi Xingye cared about.

“It’s not that bad, Brother Xi, really not that bad,” Xu Zijie cleared his throat and waved.

“Fan, if you’d seen the fanfiction about you and your sister-in-law that started trending yesterday, you’d know what I mean by small fry seeing big fry!”

“Here, I’ll read a bit to you!”

With amusement, he grabbed his phone and, hands on hips, imitated Shen Qingci’s voice:
“Xi Xingye, didn’t I say? Without my permission, you can’t escape from me!”

A narrative read aloud: “Shen Qingci held the man’s chin with one hand, her warm breath brushing his face. Xi Xingye bit his tender, dripping lips, stubbornly turning his head away…”

Then mimicking another sultry voice: “Man, stop torturing me! I’ve given my life to you, yes or no?! Yes or no!”

Another accompanying voice, increasingly lustful: “Shen Qingci’s red eyes gripped Xi Xingye’s waist. For the first time, the proud woman revealed her softness, then leaned forward and kissed his thin lips amidst Xi Xingye’s flustered gaze.”

“Damn!”

Before Xu Zijie could continue, Xi Xingye grabbed a pillow behind him and smashed it at Xu Zijie. “Get out!”

Xu Zijie wisely ran off. The room fell silent again.

Patiently scrolling through the photos and videos taken that day, Xi Xingye stopped at one comment:

[I’ve seen this woman before! Didn’t she once chase after Song Qi like crazy? We all know her!]

Xi Xingye merely glanced and moved on.

Shen Qingci chasing someone?

Chasing someone to attack them?

Putting down his phone, Xi Xingye recalled the light he had seen that day.

No need to think twice—he knew who had tampered with the elevator door.

Growing up, such “malfunctions” were routine; the elevator never came out without being closed for several hours.

This was the first time he was rescued in less than half an hour.

He murmured softly, “She came back specifically, kicked everyone out, sawed open the elevator alone, and carried me out… Shen Qingci, do you really love me that much?”

Thinking of this, he rolled over, lips curling into a high smile.

After a while, he rolled back again, pulling the blanket with him, revealing a red-tipped ear.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingci, unaware of Xi Xingye’s antics in the hospital, continued her work after receiving the news that he had woken up.

The clothing factory’s order was due next week, and all of Shenyuan was operating at full tilt.

The only problem: three days ago, the factory director had suddenly gone off the grid. Assistant Huang was now scrambling to find him at the factory.

Her phone rang. It was Assistant Huang.

“President Shen, we can’t get through! Something’s wrong. We’ve been staking out for two days and haven’t seen anyone. The delivery deadline is approaching. If it’s delayed, we won’t be able to ship, and our reputation will be affected!”

Shen Qingci put down the files.

Of course, at this critical moment, something went wrong.

It wasn’t an accident—someone was behind this.

“Send me the factory’s location. I’ll come over,” she said.

After nine, a factory building buzzed with noise.

“Three of a kind!”

“Jacks!”

On a small square table were several bowls of leftover instant noodles. A few burly men were drinking beer while playing cards.

Yan Shouwang planted a foot on the bench and played his last two cards: “Rocket!”

“Ugh, lost again!” a worker groaned.

“Still, it’s Mr. Yan’s luck—he’s won every round so far.”

“Mr. Yan, when will the new boss surnamed Shen come find us?”

Yan Shouwang spat. “Hah, what do you think?”

“If we just stop the factory now, take the money, and hold the goods, as long as we don’t show up, Shen Qingci will have to pay 10% extra for every day overdue. She’ll be bankrupt eventually!”

The small workers cheered at this.

“I bet a year—it’ll take at least a year for her to find us!”

“No! Two years! Make her pay everything!”

“The higher-ups said that the longer we hide, the more money we get! We’re practically making money lying down! Why not earn more? I bet three years! Hahaha!”

“I bet—one day.”

A cold female voice rang out.

Immediately, a steel pipe was thrust into the middle of the square table, splitting it into pieces.