Chapter 8: Bleeding

She called out his full name.

But the other party had never seen her before, and in such a dangerous moment, how could he possibly stop just because of that?

“Get out of the way!”

Song Mi hadn’t intended to be a human wall; the stairwell was simply too narrow, with one person running ahead and another chasing behind. She managed to avoid Ming Hao, but couldn’t dodge the pursuer coming after him.

“Careful!” Qiao Weiwei was pressed against the opposite wall, trying to grab her, but it was too late. She could only watch helplessly as Song Mi was knocked off balance, stumbling and about to tumble down the stairs.

Her reaction was quick, but unfortunately, her heels were too high and she missed the handrail. As her foot slipped, she steeled herself for impact!

But the expected crash never came.

Someone caught her!

Still shaken, she met those cold, pitch-black eyes, and for once, Song Mi’s usually quick mind was completely stalled.

—How many times had she run into him today?

Even the most saccharine romance novels wouldn’t dare write it like this!

But Song Mi quickly noticed another issue, “Attorney Wen, your face… you’re bleeding!”

She had caused it!

Not only had she failed to grab the handrail, but she’d scraped her nail instead, and since he caught her from below, her hand could very well have jabbed his face!

Wen Yanli certainly felt it himself!

If he hadn’t reacted so swiftly, his left eye might well have been blinded by now. “May I let go now?”

Compared to their encounter in the elevator earlier that afternoon, this time, Song Mi was truly clinging to him.

Her arms were looped around his neck, his hands supporting her waist.

As for her legs… the moment she realized, she quickly let them down. “Attorney Wen, you’d better go disinfect that!”

As soon as the words left her lips, Song Mi detached herself as if nothing had happened, turned, and walked away.

Attorney Wen: “……”

He’d acted heroically, gotten injured, and in the end hadn’t even received a thank you, just left behind and thoroughly ignored!

Meanwhile, Qiao Weiwei hurried down after her, showering him with apologies and thanks, all while keeping an eye on Song Mi. “Mi… wait for me!”

It was only after a few steps that Song Mi realized how badly she’d twisted her ankle, but for now, Ming Hao took precedence.

Not that she intended to chase after him; she simply wanted to get out of a certain someone’s line of sight.

When Qiao Weiwei caught up, Song Mi quickly lowered her voice, “Tell your people to block them. We’ll wait in the private room.”

Qiao, ever prepared, nodded, “I’ve already given instructions.”

“But do you know how your little wolf managed to offend them?” As Song Mi glanced over, Qiao’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “He slept with the boss’s girl, almost got caught in the act…”

Song Mi endured the pain, brushing aside a stray lock of hair. “He’s not my dog.”

…

Upstairs.

Wen Yanli, now completely uninterested, pulled out his phone and sent a message to Pei Qiuyang, ready to leave.

But he didn’t go straight out—instead, he headed for the restroom.

Not that he meant to check the injury on his face, but when he saw it, he was startled.

A bloody scratch, a full three centimeters long.

Among men, his complexion was fair, his features sharply defined, his brows and eyes striking—his face stood out in any crowd.

And she had managed to leave her mark right there!

Thinking of Song Mi’s airy indifference when she let go, the brows reflected in the mirror unconsciously knitted together, and a strange irritation swept through him.

Unable to stand it, he turned on the tap, scooped a handful of water, and leaned forward.

The cold water stung as it touched the wound, making his brows furrow even tighter.

—Was he really going to have to appear in court tomorrow morning with a bandage on his face?