"My apologies!"
Su Xuan pulled off Ye Qianqian's wet nightgown, then found a clean set of clothes in her wardrobe and personally helped her change. Only then did he carry her downstairs.
"You… you…"
Once downstairs, the cool breeze on her skin stirred her back to consciousness. She squinted her beautiful eyes, gazing at Su Xuan's clean, handsome face, and murmured, "Are you… an angel?"
PFFT!
Su Xuan couldn't help but chuckle. He looked down at Ye Qianqian's pale face. "Angels don't usually smash windows to save people."
Ye Qianqian said weakly, "Even if you're not an angel, you must be a dreamboat. You're so charming!"
It was no wonder she was fawning over him. By now, it was dusk. The setting sun shone on Su Xuan's face, enveloping him in a beautiful halo that made him seem dreamlike, almost ethereal.
"You should talk less!" Su Xuan put on a stern face and chided her.
Wow, so cool. Even when he's being aloof, he's still so handsome! she thought.
As soon as they saw Su Xuan carrying Ye Qianqian out, the crowd of onlookers whooshed forward, surrounding them. Some among them spotted the problem at first glance.
"Look at that girl's wrist!"
"It looks like she cut herself!"
"The delivery guy was playing the hero to save the damsel in distress!"
Although Ye Qianqian's wrist was already wrapped with plastic wrap, it was transparent, and the wound inside could still be seen. The onlookers suddenly realized why Su Xuan had risked climbing the building—it was to save her!
Hearing the crowd's exclamations, Ye Qianqian felt terribly embarrassed and immediately buried her head in Su Xuan's chest.
Mmm! He smells so good, like gardenias!
Ye Qianqian became even more infatuated, completely forgetting that she herself was a goddess of stunning beauty, with enough adoring men to form a queue a kilometer long!
"Coming through! Emergency!"
Cradling the beautiful girl, Su Xuan squeezed through the crowd and headed for his Koenigsegg. The intoxicating scent of Ye Qianqian's body wafted on the breeze.
"Good job, young man!"
"I knew you were no ordinary person!"
"Society really needs more positive people like you!"
An old man dressed in a faded military uniform watched Su Xuan's retreating figure with a look of profound satisfaction. People always say that society has become materialistic, that everyone is selfish. But there are always those who lead by example, illuminating the cold, dark corners of the world with the glow of their actions.
"Well, this is… a problem."
Su Xuan suddenly stopped. He saw his Koenigsegg was boxed in by a brand-new Mercedes-Benz C200L. Without moving the Mercedes, there was no way to get his car out. Saving a life was as urgent as putting out a fire. What could he do?
BEEP! BEEP!
Just then, a sharp honk sounded from behind. Su Xuan turned to see a Volkswagen Tiguan approaching.
"Hey, buddy, can you help me out?" Su Xuan walked up to the driver's window. "My friend's in trouble. Can you take her to the hospital? I'll pay you for your time. Just name your price."
He had a billion yuan sitting in his bank account right now. The Tiguan driver could have named any price, provided his imagination was big enough.
"Hah, you sure talk big for a delivery guy!" The Tiguan driver, a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced at Su Xuan's clothes and blew a smoke ring at him. "I want two thousand yuan. Can you afford that?"
That was the extent of his imagination.
"No problem." Su Xuan reached for the door handle with his free hand.
"Hold on!"
The Tiguan driver suddenly noticed Ye Qianqian's bandaged wrist and saw her face pressed against Su Xuan's chest, not knowing if she was dead or alive. "Is someone dead?" he asked, his tone changing abruptly. "I'm not getting involved. I don't care how much you pay. It's bad juju to carry a dead body. Brings a lifetime of bad luck!"
With that, the driver stomped on the gas and sped away.
Tsk, tsk. You just missed your chance to rip off a billionaire, Su Xuan thought, regretfully watching the Tiguan disappear. He looked around, but there were no other cars in sight. Ye Qianqian's body began to tremble in his arms.
"Could everyone help me out?" Su Xuan turned to the crowd and jutted his chin toward the Mercedes C200L blocking his car. "Help me push this Mercedes out of the way so I can get my car out, please?"
"What?!"
"That supercar that's blocked in is yours?"
"Don't joke with us, delivery guy! You couldn't afford a car like that in ten lifetimes!"
The crowd was stunned, their faces etched with disbelief.
"It's mine, alright."
Su Xuan shifted his grip slightly and pressed the car key in his trouser pocket.
BEEP! BEEP!
The Koenigsegg's headlights flashed, piercing the twilight like the eyes of a savage beast roaring out from the depths of hell.
HOLY CRAP!
MOTHER OF GOD!
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!
The car really belonged to the delivery guy! The expressions on the faces of the crowd became priceless.
"Huh?"
Ye Qianqian lifted her head, her eyes widening in disbelief as she glanced at the Koenigsegg. She had personally taken a package from Su Xuan's hands. He was a genuine deliveryman! And he owned such an incredible supercar?
This is impossible! It's all too surreal! I must be dreaming! I think I'm going to faint!
"If you all help me push that Mercedes, I'll give each of you two thousand yuan for your trouble. How about it?" Seeing the crowd's reluctance to touch the brand-new car, Su Xuan had to resort to a financial incentive.
There were at least twenty people there. At two thousand yuan each, that was forty thousand yuan!
However, to the current Su Xuan, forty thousand yuan was nothing. Not even worth mentioning. In fact, if they weren't willing to move a Mercedes for two thousand, he could have effortlessly raised the offer to twenty thousand per person. Being rich meant you could be just that audacious.
"Alright!"
"You better pay up afterward!"
Most of the onlookers were retirees with time on their hands. Hearing they could get two thousand yuan, they began rolling up their sleeves. Some even pulled out their phones to call their families, telling them to hurry over and get in on the action. If the Mercedes got damaged, Su Xuan would be the one to take the blame anyway.
"That won't be necessary!"
The old veteran suddenly stepped in front of the crowd, signaling for them to stop. He turned to Su Xuan and said, "I have about a dozen of my old war buddies over at my place, waiting for me to cook so we can have some drinks. They're not doing anything, so I just called and asked them to come help. Just wait a moment, this won't delay the young lady."
Looking at the old man's faded uniform, Su Xuan felt a surge of respect. Old soldiers never die. They just find new ways to serve their country.
No sooner had the old man spoken than the sound of rhythmic footsteps echoed from a distance. A troop of white-haired elders, all dressed in simple, old military uniforms, came charging over. They wore green rubber-soled shoes and moved with an imposing momentum, their strides like the wind.
"Old Squad Leader, please give us our mission!" The man at the head of the group snapped a standard military salute to the veteran holding the bag of vegetables.
On the phone, his old squad leader had said only two things:
"Brothers, we have a mission!"
"The people need us!"
And so they had immediately assembled and run over, their movements swift and practiced, as if they had returned to their glorious, bygone days.
"See that Mercedes?" The veteran pointed at the car with one hand, the other still clutching his grocery bag. "Take it down!"
"SIR, YES SIR!"
"SIR, YES SIR!"
"SIR, YES SIR!"
The veterans roared in unison. Then, like a pack of fierce tigers, they surrounded the Mercedes.
Watching his old comrades, men with whom he had faced life and death, their bearing as sharp as it was in their youth, the veteran's eyes suddenly filled with hot tears.
They're back…
Every last one of them…
They've all come back!