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Outside the door, Xue Lan smiled like a breath of spring, her dimples adding a playful charm to her face.
"Let my sister take you!" Yang Qinghe said, preparing to close the door.
"Hey, Qing has gone out for something and specifically asked me to find you. Why are you unwilling? Is this how you treat your guests?" Xue Lan quickly caught the door frame, leaning half her body against it.
"Fine!" Yang Qinghe sighed in resignation, agreeing reluctantly. "Let's start with your room then!"
Xue Lan bent down and slipped under Yang Qinghe's arm, beginning to examine the room's decor.
Yang Qinghe's room was quite simple, with a single bed against the wall. The bedding was neat and clean, folded into perfect blocks. A desk sat beneath the window sill, holding a few books. To the right of the desk lamp was a model airplane, and to the left lay a military knife.
"This is interesting!" Xue Lan exclaimed as she approached the knife and pulled it out of its sheath. "This looks really nice; I've never seen one like it before!"
"Put it down!" Yang Qinghe shouted, rushing over to snatch the knife away. This was a gift from Xiao Yu, something he treasured dearly; he couldn't let anyone handle it carelessly.
"Ah!" Xue Lan had intended to sidestep but accidentally cut her finger on the blade, blood seeping out instantly.
Yang Qinghe took back the military knife and carefully wiped it with a handkerchief.
"Yang Qinghe! I'm hurt, and you're only focused on cleaning your knife?" Xue Lan exclaimed in frustration, clutching her injured hand with the other, tears nearly spilling from the pain.
"Is this how you were raised, to touch other people's things without permission?"
"You!"
Xue Lan's face flushed with anger as she covered her wound and rushed out the door.
"Hey? Xiaolan, dinner will be ready soon! Where are you going?"
Yang Yi heard the commotion and came out to check, startled to see Xue Lan rushing out with her hand pressed against her injury.
"Ah, what happened to Xue Lan? She’s hurt and seems to be bleeding. You need to go after her and see what’s wrong! Hurry and take her to Wei Hospital!"
Yang Yi's voice was urgent as he pushed Yang Qinghe toward the door.
"It was her own fault for cutting herself; why should I care?"
"Oh, you foolish boy! You’re going to drive me crazy! Go now, right away! Take her to Wei Hospital, or I won’t let you off the hook!"
Yang Yi, fueled by an unexpected surge of strength, shoved Yang Qinghe out of the house.
As soon as Yang Qinghe stepped into the yard, he saw Xue Lan crying under a large tree in her garden.
"Are you okay? Do you need to go to Wei Hospital?"
"None of your business!"
Xue Lan had never experienced such humiliation before; she felt deeply wronged at that moment.
"Then I’ll just go back!"
Seeing that Yang Qinghe was really about to leave, Xue Lan immediately spoke up.
"Are you just going to watch me bleed to death? Yang Qinghe, is your heart made of iron?"
The woman cried like a rain-soaked pear blossom, unsure of what she liked about him.
Aside from being handsome and well-built, he didn’t seem to have many other qualities. His temper was foul and stubborn, and he didn’t understand how to cherish a woman. Yet for some reason, she found herself inexplicably drawn to him.
"I’ll take you to Wei Hospital!"
Seeing the man hop on his bicycle, Xue Lan instantly stopped crying. She quickly wiped her tears and hopped onto Yang Qinghe's back seat.
"Hey, what are you doing? Get off that horse!"
Yang Qinghe frowned and urged Xue Lan to dismount.
"I don't want to! My hand is injured; how can I ride?" she exclaimed. "Hurry up, I'm still bleeding! It hurts so much!"
The woman looked utterly pitiful, and indeed, her hand was still dripping with blood.
It’s always difficult to deal with petty people and women.
"Huh? What?"
Yang Qinghe couldn't be bothered to say more; he just wanted to get this goddess off the horse as soon as possible.
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