Her voice resonated in the dark garage. Soon, footsteps echoed close to where she lay on the floor, her heart beating erratically. A minute ago, she had a wide smile plastered on her face as she watched Ling Mei being beaten by the other girls. The next minute, she was hiding from an unknown stranger who claimed Ling Mei was hitting women. Hmph, that bitch always has someone backing her… but who was she?
There were other cars parked in the garage. She stealthily crawled under one and tried to control her breathing so as not to make a sound. The tall, sturdy men arrived near her hiding spot. She pressed her hands against her shaky lips. After a few tense minutes of searching, they left without finding anything. From the distance, she could hear the other girls wailing—they were being dragged away.
Feng Zhi walked over to where Ling Mei lay unconscious. He crouched down and gently caressed her face. Her skin was warm, and she was still breathing. He let out a sigh of relief and lifted her in bridal style.
"Get the car," he ordered.
Wei Chen nodded and quickly left to fetch it. Feng Zhi pressed Ling Mei against his broad chest, his eyes never leaving her delicate face.
In no time, the car arrived. Feng Zhi got in swiftly, still cradling her.
Back in the garage, Jun Xinyi crawled out from under the car she had been hiding . Her hands were clenched into fists, raw hatred and anger etched across her face.
"I can't wait to crush that bitch," she muttered under her breath, a desolate look in her eyes.
Meanwhile, in the car, Feng Zhi made a call to the family doctor, Guo Yan. It rang twice before he answered.
"Young master Fe—"
"Get yourself to my villa," Feng Zhi ordered, cutting him off abruptly.
Guo Yan wasn't shocked but wondered what could have gone wrong at this hour. He grabbed his car keys and medical kit without delay. Keeping Feng Zhi waiting was practically a sin.
In no time, he arrived at the villa. Feng Zhi had just stepped inside, still carrying Ling Mei delicately in his arms. Guo Yan froze, pinching himself—was he dreaming? Was President Feng really carrying a woman inside his room?
"I could pluck your eyes out," Feng Zhi said coolly.
Snapped back to reality, Guo Yan hurried after him. Feng Zhi led him to the bedroom, where yet another shock awaited: the woman in his arms was none other than the legendary A-list model, Ling Mei.
"Stop staring and get to work," Feng Zhi snarled.
Guo Yan immediately went to work. Ling Mei had received severe beatings. Her hands were red and swollen, some fingernails already broken. Her face bore only minor scratches that would heal with proper treatment. Pity washed over him—what could she have done to deserve such cruelty?
Silently, he cleaned her wounds, disinfected them, and applied ointments to aid healing. In no time, she was stabilized. All she needed now was rest, though she remained unconscious. She would be up by morning.
Quietly, they left the room. Feng Zhi had instructed Madam Gong to change Ling Mei's clothes and wash her body with warm water.
"Where did you find the legendary model?" Guo Yan asked, still in disbelief.
Feng Zhi remained stoic, ignoring the question.