GV – Chapter 65

The three Shangguan “sisters” were all sent to the same hospital. Shen Wei had been shot in the thigh and had lost a lot of blood. After surgery, she woke up, took one look at Shangguan Xianxian, and fainted again.

Compared to Shen Wei, Shangguan Xianxian’s condition was actually more dangerous. Guo Siwan’s knife had come within half a centimeter of her carotid artery. If there had been even the slightest accident, Shangguan Xianxian would be lying in the intensive care unit right now.

When Guo Yu heard the news, she rushed to the door of Guo Siwan’s hospital room. Shangguan Chong, on the other hand, made a symbolic appearance in Shen Wei’s room, dropped off a large pile of gifts, and then left with his four bodyguards.

To be honest, the poison Guo Siwan had taken was merely the crude result of a genius middle schooler who had studied chemistry for half a year and mimicked a certain type of snake venom. It was unclear whether it was due to genius or crude production, but there was no antidote. They could only wait for Guo Siwan’s own body to metabolize and digest it. The doctors optimistically estimated that Guo Siwan would wake up in about five days.

This outcome didn’t stir any emotional response in anyone except Guo Yu. In fact, everyone hoped she would wake up sooner, so she could go to prison sooner.

Guo Yu’s fingers wrinkled her alligator-skin handbag. Her face, which had already lost much of its glamour, seemed to have lost a great deal of its signature ambition overnight.

After sitting vigil in Guo Siwan’s room for a night, Guo Yu went to see Shen Wei the next day. It was unknown what the two of them discussed, but afterward, Shen Wei provided a letter of understanding. Guo Siwan was sentenced to ten years for hiring a hitman, intentional injury, and kidnapping. This meant she would spend her final teenage years in a detention center, turn eighteen in a courtroom, and spend what are commonly considered the most brilliant and beautiful years of a girl’s life in prison.

But whether it was fortunate or unfortunate was unclear; when she returned to society, she would still be young, still have plenty of opportunities to start over.

This was the most precious gift her mother had given her.

However, that was all in the distant future. For now, this long night was not yet over. In the police car, Song Zhiqing mimicked the way she had seen Shen Wei nestle into Shangguan Xianxian’s arms and buried herself in Ye Yuhuan’s embrace. Ye Yuhuan gently stroked Song Zhiqing’s back. The texture of the police uniform was coarse and stiff. Ye Yuhuan felt as if her hand and her chest were experiencing two completely different bodies. But Song Zhiqing seemed to be enjoying it, humming softly from time to time, her whole body sinking into what felt like a soft ball of dough.

They tacitly avoided dwelling on the events of the night, simply comforting each other like two injured young birds, licking each other’s wounds.

In the time between learning of Song Zhiqing’s kidnapping and rescuing her, Ye Yuhuan had relied on detaching herself from her emotions to act calmly. But it was this very act of detachment that led Ye Yuhuan to a novel realization.

How do I have so many feelings for Song Zhiqing?

She had thought it was just a small handful.

It turned out that it needed a box to barely contain it all.

Those soft feelings, sometimes scorching hot, sometimes icy cold—Ye Yuhuan felt shy just looking at them.

At this moment, that immense emotion, through each touch on Song Zhiqing’s back, surged from the hard box back into her body. She, too, became soft, sometimes scorching hot, sometimes icy cold.

Like the symptoms after a three-day high fever.

Perhaps Ye Yuhuan’s embrace was too comfortable. Song Zhiqing couldn’t fight off her drowsiness. Her long eyelashes drooped, and her cheeks, as full and enticing as a peach, turned a faint pink, just like a peach. Her head rested on Ye Yuhuan’s collarbone, her lips parting and closing with each breath. She looked very well-behaved, suitable for the cover of a sleep-promoting podcast.

Ye Yuhuan recalled a short story she had once read, which said that love is the delirium that follows a high fever. At the time, she didn’t understand its meaning, only thinking the description was beautiful. But now, she truly and deeply agreed with that statement.

Because right now, she wanted to kiss her.

Ye Yuhuan closed her eyes, facing herself with such honesty for the first time.

Yes, she had indeed fallen hopelessly in love with Song Zhiqing.

However, Ye Yuhuan’s hand stroked the long hair scattered across Song Zhiqing’s back. Its cool texture reminded her of the nights in her childhood when she would wait for Si Zhen to come home from work.

But her childhood was long gone. Thinking about it so frequently was inappropriate.

Ye Yuhuan had previously thought she could control her emotions. Now it seemed that was just the boastful talk of someone who had never truly experienced love. Right now, just restraining herself from kissing Song Zhiqing in such an inappropriate place, at an inappropriate time, and in an inappropriate relationship took all her strength. The aftershocks of that emotion were still reverberating, causing her rationality to collapse and rebuild itself over and over again.

So, what should she do?

Should she leave Song Zhiqing completely?

But that would just be exchanging one disaster for another.

Ye Yuhuan rolled down the car window. The night wind cooled her face. She slowly and lightly pressed her lips together, then quickly released them.

Then, like a thief, she secretly placed a kiss on Song Zhiqing’s forehead.

Song Zhiqing has kissed me twice before. It shouldn’t be too much for me to return one, right?

Then she lowered her head again.

Since I’ve already kissed her, I might as well return them all at once.

That way I won’t keep thinking about it.

So, leaving Song Zhiqing was impossible. The only option was to try her best to pursue her and see if they could date.

After all, if the relationship didn’t work out, she would have to leave Song Zhiqing. If her secret crush was discovered now, she would also have to leave Song Zhiqing.

Might as well take a gamble—so thought Miss Ye Yuhuan, who was excellent at math.

Even the longest road has an end, and the road to the police station was not particularly long.

Ye Yuhuan gently shook Song Zhiqing awake, a blush unnaturally gracing her ears. Song Zhiqing had always been slow to wake up. The two police officers in the front seat waited for a minute. Seeing that Ye Yuhuan was still softly coaxing her awake, they smiled helplessly and chose to get out of the car to wait for them.

No wonder that little girl had been so insistent on coming along. So that was their relationship.

Ye Yuhuan’s seemingly sneaky actions just now had been perfectly captured in the rearview mirror. It had been incredibly difficult for them to restrain themselves from overreacting and scaring the little girl who blushed so fiercely from just a kiss on the forehead.

Young people are so carefree, finding romance even in a situation like this.

“Be good, time to wake up. They’re waiting for us.”

“Mmm…”

Song Zhiqing propped up her head, trying to sit up, but after a few seconds, she slumped over again. After repeating this a few times, she was finally able to see Ye Yuhuan with clear eyes.

And outside the window, her parents and several police officers were constantly looking over.

In the past, Song Zhiqing might have been mortified, but now she was able to exit the car with a faint blush but a relatively calm expression, not forgetting to hold onto Ye Yuhuan’s hand.

Originally, Song Zhiqing wasn’t in a hurry to give her statement, but since they were already here, they might as well get it done.

The two of them each followed a police officer to give their statements. Song Zhiqing came out first. The bit of color she had regained from her nap had once again turned into a heart-wrenching paleness.

She had been forced to relive the entire process, from the moment that car stopped in front of her to when Guo Siwan suddenly collapsed. It was a fresh and terrible memory. Song Zhiqing wrapped her coat tightly around herself. Though it was almost summer, she felt cold.

Gao Yiren went forward to support Song Zhiqing. Led by the police, they sat down in a small reception room. They knew their daughter wouldn’t leave without Ye Yuhuan and had long since resigned themselves, having Uncle Yu rush over from home with calming soup and a change of clothes.

But now it seemed they were a little too late. Their daughter was already frightened.

Gao Yiren and Song Chen sat on either side of Song Zhiqing, constantly asking after her well-being, trying to help her regain some of her spirits. The family, famous throughout the country, sat together neatly in the small reception room of the police station. Fortunately, the people around knew what they had just been through and didn’t bother them too much.

Meanwhile, Ye Yuhuan, who was being questioned in another room, had successfully reverted to her usual, overly mature state after leaving Song Zhiqing’s presence.

After sending her research materials to the police, Ye Yuhuan sat upright in her chair, waiting to be questioned, without any of the nervousness a person should have on their first visit to a police station.

That was, of course, because this was not Ye Yuhuan’s first time at a police station.

One of the officers present studied Ye Yuhuan carefully, and then his eyebrows shot up.

Wasn’t this the little girl who, a few years ago, came to the police with a video, reporting that her father was using drugs in a group and possibly supplying them on a large scale?

And looking at the description of the small mechanical flying insect, how similar it was to the self-designed pinhole camera from two years ago.

The officer, with a complicated expression, told his superior what he knew.

This little girl was truly smart, always using science to solve her problems.

But why couldn’t she use this intelligence for good, only using it when pushed to the brink? Being smart is a good thing, not some kind of nuclear weapon to be so cautious with.

The captain, who had been a police officer for many years, had seen similar people, but they were usually highly intelligent criminals who were extremely good at hiding. This little comrade, Ye Yuhuan, couldn’t be called righteous, but it would be a great injustice to call her evil.

Looking at her record, if one ignored these two out-of-character incidents, she was undoubtedly a student of excellent character and academic standing.

After asking a series of routine questions, the captain tapped his phone screen and suddenly said, “With your aptitude, you could have gone to university several years early. Why did you choose to attend school with your peers step-by-step?”

Ye Yuhuan frowned slightly, then quickly smoothed it over. She said calmly, “The university I would get into that way wouldn’t be where I could study what I want to learn.”

“But your talent in chemistry and physics is truly astonishing.”

Ye Yuhuan gave a relaxed smile, a hint of the audacity of her age in her eyes. “Officer, people are allowed to deliberately waste some things, aren’t they?”

So what if she had a talent? If that talent couldn’t get her what she wanted, then so-called talent was just an overdeveloped burden.

Like a monster born with enormous arms.

Great strength is good, but what if all one wants is to enjoy the finer things in life and wander at leisure?

The captain tapped the table. His deeply lined face showed neither approval nor disapproval, only helplessness. He shook his head and said, “You young people, sigh.”

This was not a potential antisocial, high-IQ criminal. The captain was sure of that now. But it was very likely she was a lonely nihilist.

And at such a young age. No matter how you looked at it, it was a great pity.

The captain couldn’t help but try to persuade her. “But deliberately suppressing your strengths isn’t natural, is it? It’s not as easy as you make it sound.”

Ye Yuhuan’s expression froze at these words. That sentence almost summed up her entire existence—not just her talent, but also her family and her love.

But she was not in the habit of confiding in strangers.

“Officer, let’s stick to the case, shall we?” Ye Yuhuan said with a smile.

By the time Song Zhiqing had drunk half her soup, Ye Yuhuan finally came out. Given her young age and benevolent motives, she was treated leniently; she only had to pay a fine.

However, she would have to write a detailed report about the flying insect machine and the toxin she had produced.

But in the end, they could go home tonight, even if there wasn’t much of the night left.

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