The pink room, soft water bed, and provocative oil paintings all exuded an air of extravagance.
Yang Chen placed Ye Xin on the bed, her whole body uncontrollably swaying up and down. He quickly went downstairs to the herb shop to buy a set of silver needles, disinfectant tools, and a scalpel, then returned quickly.
After neatly arranging the tools, Yang Chen took a glance at Ye Xin's curvaceous figure and swallowed hard, saying, "Well, I'm doing this to save you, sorry!"
Finishing his words, Ye Chen directly used the scalpel to lift her collar open.
"Calm down! Calm down!" Yang Chen controlled his attention, focusing on sealing the blood vessels with the silver needles to control the spread of the medication.
At the same time, the scalpel cut a wound at the spot where Ye Xin had been previously cut, allowing the blood to flow freely.
...
When Ye Xin woke up, she saw a man crouched over her, his head lowered, fiddling with something. "What are you doing!" Ye Xin instantly exploded with primal energy and kicked Yang Chen hard.
"Oh!" Yang Chen screamed miserably, his face turning completely pale at once, falling off Ye Xin.
He was concentrating completely on his task, never expecting Ye Xin to suddenly wake up and attack him without the slightest warning!
Ye Xin was also shocked, breaking out in a cold sweat all over her body. At the same time, she felt a pang of sadness. Could it be that her pure body had been defiled just like this?
She sat up quickly, only to realize that her chest was covered with silver needles, making it impossible to cover the vital parts even with her hands.
However, her pants remained intact, which reassured her somewhat.
Using the torn fabric cut by Yang Chen as a cover, Ye Xin looked at the man who had fallen on the ground and couldn't help but widen her eyes, exceedingly angry, "Why is it you!"
Yang Chen regained some strength and angrily said, "What are you doing? Trying to make sure I can't have children?"
Ye Xin jumped up from the bed, only to realize the soft bed beneath was actually a water bed!
Water beds are usually used by couples for those kinds of activities, and Yang Chen actually booked a water room with absolutely no good intentions.
Ye Xin glared at Yang Chen and said, "It's good if you can't have children! So you won't harm anyone else!"
Having somewhat recovered, Yang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground as this posture helped his body's better recovery. He stared at Ye Xin and said, "If I can't have children, you'll have to marry me and let you become a widow with me!"
"Pah!" Ye Xin spat and angrily said, "Who's going to marry you!"
"You! I'm kindly treating you, and you give me a leg that makes me childless. How can you not compensate me?" Yang Chen pouted, looking Ye Xin up and down and frowning, "Although barely acceptable, since it's like this, I'm not worried, after all now technology can artificially inseminate, I'm not afraid!"
"What did you say?" Ye Xin noticed that Yang Chen said he was treating her, "You were treating me?"
"Of course!" Ye Chen said, "Didn't you notice you're poisoned? Look at your wrist, if I hadn't saved you, you'd be dead already!"
Only then did Ye Xin notice the stench of blood mixed with a foul odor in the room. Indeed, her wrist had traces of being bled, and her body was still inserted with silver needles. All signs pointed that Yang Chen was indeed treating her.
Even knowing Yang Chen was treating her, still, her upper body was stripped, which Ye Xin found a bit hard to accept, "But you can't..."
"Can't what?" Yang Chen interrupted, "Don't you have any common sense? You were poisoned, and you were having difficulty breathing. Plus, your previous lung injury hadn't healed, and you were still wearing a bra, who could save you? Not to mention, if I wanted to pierce you with needles, look at the positions I did, could I do it without undressing you?"
Ye Xin found herself at a loss for words by Yang Chen's reasoning.
Yang Chen had already recovered, thinking quietly how fortunately he had practiced, otherwise, it would have been in vain!
He stood up and said to Ye Xin, "You can pull out the needles yourself! The room charge was paid with your money, I have other matters, so I'm leaving!"
Watching Yang Chen close the door and leave, Ye Xin looked down at the silver needles stuck in her chest, feeling complicated!
...
Leaving, Yang Chen found a small convenience store, bought a pack of cigarettes, took a deep drag, and then went to a mobile phone shop to buy a button phone for fifty yuan and another fifty yuan to get a sim card.
Looking at the remaining four hundred yuan in his hand, Yang Chen sighed, "Money is really such a damn bastard!"
Since turning sixteen, this was the first time he felt the pain of having no money.
Getting the new phone, Yang Chen dialed a number he had found before returning.
As the call connected, Yang Chen felt somewhat nervous.
"Hello, is this Dean Qin?"
"Dean?" The person on the other end hesitated and said, "You might mean Director, right?"
Yang Chen was also puzzled, what dean or director? He asked, "Are you Dean Qin Zhiyuan?"
"That's me, but not a dean, I'm the director, currently the director of Baihua Kindergarten!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Chen felt an indescribable feeling, and he said in a deep voice, "Dean, it's me, Yang Chen!"
The sound of a cup shattering came from the other end of the phone, followed by the excited and trembling voice of the old man, "What did you say? Are you Xiaochen? You've returned?"
"It's me!" Yang Chen's voice choked up slightly. Dean Qin treated him very well, like an elder, and probably was the only family left.
"Come quickly, I'm at Baihua Kindergarten, let me take a good look at you!"
Ending the call, Yang Chen immediately took a cab to Baihua Kindergarten.
The so-called Baihua Kindergarten was actually a private one in a village within the city, surrounded by electric scooter markets, and the sign of Baihua Kindergarten stood out glaringly. The narrow entrance made the driver drop Yang Chen off long before they reached it.
Seeing Dean Qin made Yang Chen's nose sting slightly, the elderly man before him appeared exceedingly aged. With a head of silver hair, wrinkles like the Brad River Canyon, his eyes cloudy, no longer showing the wisdom of past times.
Dean Qin held Yang Chen's hand firmly and said in a deep voice, "Xiaochen, let me take you to see your little sister first!"
"What about little sister?" Yang Chen was startled. The little sister was a younger girl from the orphanage that Yang Chen once had. When he served as a guard, he used to divide his salary in two: one part for the sister, and the other for Dean. You could say, Yang Chen treated the little sister as dearly as his own sibling.