They definitely could not return to that alley. Ji Nuan tugged her away in the other direction, but the man had already returned to his car and began chasing after them.

It was not clear if he was planning to chase after them, or to run them down.

“Mrs. Mo, you should leave first!” Feng Ling abruptly stopped running. She did not plan on being a burden to Ji Nuan.

“What do you mean by leave! I’m not one of your brothers from your training base, I don’t know what sacrifice or justice means, but in my eyes, you’re already a close friend. How could I possibly leave!” While running, Ji Nuan tugged heavily against Feng Ling. She refused to be shaken off. “Let’s run first! There’s another alley in front. His car won’t be able to enter! We’ll think of a way after we get there!”

Seeing Ji Nuan’s determination, Feng Ling took a few steps but immediately felt that her body was still affected by the blow from the stun baton earlier. Right now, her running speed was not as fast as it normally was.

Just as they were about to head toward the alley Ji Nuan had mentioned, a black Jeep suddenly sped across the road toward them. It slammed into a halt before them with a screeching noise.

They raised their head to see that the car doors had been thrown open. Nan Heng was in the passenger seat. Upon seeing the blood on Feng Ling’s face, he immediately demanded coldly, “Both of you, get on!”

Feng Ling’s expression faltered. Ji Nuan movements were quick as she brought her into the car. When Feng Ling was properly seated in the car, she realized that Ji Nuan had yet to climb on and frantically tugged on her: “Mrs. Mo, quick!”

After Ji Nuan climbed on, the door was slammed closed with a ‘peng’ sound.

With that one sound, the loud engine noise of the pursuing car was blocked off. The nervous tension in the air also loosened.

There was insufficient time to ask for an explanation. Ji Nuan sat by Feng Ling’s side and tugged on her sleeves: “You’ve lost quite some blood. Should we head to the hospital?”

“She can’t go to the hospital,” Nan Heng coldly answered before Feng Ling could speak up. “Bring her to my place first. I have medicine and bandages. Ji Nuan, you’ll bandage her wounds.”

“You have an apartment in T City?” Ji Nuan finally turned to look at Nan Heng. “Is it far away? My condo is close to this place. We can head directly there to…”

“Forget about your place. We can’t head there together right now, or we’ll implicate you.” Nan Heng coldly spat out these words. He looked at Ji Nuan through the rearview mirror. “How did you end up there just now? In the future, when these things happen, remember to run away, understand? Otherwise, if you were to meet any trouble, your man will chase me all the way to the Pacific Ocean. There’ll never be a moment of peace for me for the rest of my life.”

Ji Nuan did not plan on explaining to him. She continued watching Feng Ling in concern. Feng Ling’s expression was fine; she did not appear surprised that people were pursuing her to kill her and kept silent. Ji Nuan gently placed her hand on her: “Are you hurt anywhere else? Don’t keep quiet. If it hurts, you have to say it. If your wounds are too serious, we can’t just go home to bandage it. We’ll have to head to the hospital to get you stitches!”

Feng Ling shook her head to Ji Nuan, indicating that she was fine and that there was no need to be so concerned.

Ji Nuan suddenly noticed that several cars were heading in the opposite direction. Those cars immediately surrounded that foreign man’s car.

Right now, she could not spare much thought for the cars outside. Ji Nuan brought out a wet napkin from her bag and wiped away the blood on Feng Ling’s face. Seeing that Feng Ling’s skin was pale, she immediately frowned. “There are actually people who dare to wield knives and assault others in broad daylight in our country. Could this be done by someone important? Can we call the police?”

“The local police won’t be able to interfere with this.” Feng Ling explained simply, raising her head to look at the man who was driving.

Nan Heng’s driving skill was not inferior to Mo Jingshen’s. In fact, he was used to driving off-road vehicles like Jeeps. Under his control, the enormous vehicle nimbly and swiftly drove out of that neighborhood, swiftly bringing them away before the police cars could even approach.

—-

Nan Heng really had accommodation in T City. It was a room he had booked on the highest floor of a hotel; the entire floor was blocked off from outsiders.

After entering the room, Ji Nuan supported Feng Ling to sit down on the sofa and urged Nan Heng to bring the first aid kit over. She then pressed on Feng Ling’s shoulder to say, “Feng Ling, I’ll help you take off your clothes now. It’ll hurt a lot if you remove them when the blood dries.”

Seeing that Ji Nuan appeared to be anxious for her, the originally composed Feng Ling was slightly flustered.

Since young, Feng Ling had never experienced friendships with the same gender. In the past, she always lived like a man in the training base; no matter what sort of wounds she suffered, she always handled them out of sight.

“Are you unable to raise your arm now? I’ll help you take them off. Don’t move, ah.” While speaking, Ji Nuan moved to remove her clothes.

Feng Ling did not refuse her. Thankfully, she wore a more conservative set of sports underwear underneath. Ji Nuan’s attention was completely fixed on the knife wounds on her elbow and shoulder. She appeared distressed as she left to the bathroom to wet a towel to wipe off the blood around her wounds.

When Nan Heng brought the first aid kit over, this was the scene he saw. His gaze paused at the sight of Feng Ling dressed in her underwear. Before he could speak, Ji Nuan took the first aid kit away from him. She returned to Feng Ling’s side to disinfect her wounds.

It was extremely silent in the room. With Ji Nuan helping Feng Ling to dress her wounds, it was inconvenient for Nan Heng to watch from the side. With a cough, he stepped out.

Half an hour later, most of Feng Ling’s wounds were properly dealt with. Ji Nuan wrapped them up with bandages and then headed into the room. She opened the cabinet and brought out a loose black t-shirt that belonged to Nan Heng, helping Feng Ling into it.

Not long after, Nan Heng entered to see Ji Nuan kneeling by Feng Ling’s side as she cleaned the wounds on her leg. He raised his brows and softly chuckled. “These wounds have been dressed quite well. Miss Ji is truly much more useful than before.”

Ji Nuan silently rolled her eyes. She dismissed him, thinking that Nan Heng was only upset he could not personally help Feng Ling with her wounds.

All of a sudden, the doorbell rank. Ji Nuan was immediately startled. She swerved her head toward the door, asking in astonishment: “Who is it? Is there anyone else who knows of this place? Could it be those people chasing after Feng Ling…”

Nan Heng glanced at her. “Don’t think too much. I left earlier to make a call to Mo Jingshen. He was just nearby. You say, who could it be?”

Hearing these words, Ji Nuan abruptly turned to look at the room behind Nan Heng.

“Your man is here. Will you be opening the door, or should I?” Nan Heng suppressed his laughter as he watched her.

Mo Jingshen was right outside; would it make any difference who went to open the door?

It wasn’t as if they could keep him locked outside.

The bell rang once more; it was a melodious tone, not too loud, nor too sharp on the ears.

However, to her ears, this sound was akin to a tsunami that had suddenly swept across the peaceful ocean. She couldn’t ignore it calmly.

Nan Heng clearly intended on teasing her; he stood in his position without any intention of opening the door, suppressing a smile.

Ji Nuan was still holding the bottle against Feng Ling’s leg; she lingered for a moment and did not stand up.

Watching the both of them, Feng Ling suddenly placed her feet down. “How about I go open the door.”

Nan Heng immediately shot her a cold look. “Don’t be a busybody.”

Feng Ling’s expression faltered. It had been a while since Nan Heng had used the stern tone of a superior to command her. She paused and sat down on the sofa, looking at Ji Nuan. “Mr. Mo must have come for you. Go open the door. The wound on my leg isn’t too serious. I can handle it.”

Although the doorbell did not ring again, Ji Nuan felt it was unlikely for Mo Jingshen to have left. She placed down the bottle of disinfectant, wiped her hands, and stood up to approach the door.

Ji Nuan’s grip against the handle was tight as she opened the door. The figure of the man who had stood outside for a long time was tall. He was still dressed in a low profile, clean white shirt. It led to his originally quiet and reserved temperament to appear warmer and more charismatic.

Ji Nuan raised her eyes toward the man outside, while Mo Jingshen’s gaze had landed on her face the moment the door opened.

An entire month of separation. Previously, she was barely conscious. Perhaps, this was their true ‘reunion.’

After opening the door, Ji Nuan only met his eye for a moment. She did not gain a clear look at the man’s expression before she released the door handle, turning to head back in the room. “I’m going to handle Feng Ling’s wounds first.”

It wasn’t clear if these words were meant for Mo Jingshen, Nan Heng, or Feng Ling. In any case, Ji Nuan did not give the man outside a second look and had already approached Feng Ling’s side.

Suddenly becoming Ji Nuan’s biggest excuse, Feng Ling’s inner thoughts were: “…”

She was really like a little woman who had just learned to love.

She considered Ji Nuan’s normal, composed, and appropriate behavior, and compared it to the current situation; strangely, she felt affection rising for this silly, dumb side of her.

Nan Heng’s gaze was sympathetic as he smiled at Mo Jingshen, who had been left outside the door.

However, Mo Jingshen was completely calm and composed as he walked in; mindless of Nan Heng’s mocking expression. He scanned Feng Ling’s wounds and the blood-stained towels on the sofa and was able to guess what they had gone through earlier.

“What happened? You were intercepted so quickly?” Mo Jingshen looked at Feng Ling. “Why was Ji Nuan with you?”

Why was Ji Nuan with her; he was naturally referring to what had happened today.

Feng Ling had also yet to ask why Ji Nuan had been at the place. She lowered her eyes to look at Ji Nuan, who was disinfecting her wounds by the sofa.

“I haven’t been able to contact you since yesterday. This has never happened before, so I suspected that something had occurred. I was going to visit the neighborhood you lived in for a look when I saw you being cornered.” Ji Nuan did not even lift her head as she seriously cleaned her wounds.

She never thought Ji Nuan would actually be concerned for her, even though she was supposed to be Ji Nuan’s bodyguard.

Feng Ling felt a little ashamed. “My apologies, Mrs. Mo. In the future, I will try my best to prevent this from happening again. If you had come into any harm, it would have been my fault. About today, I’m really…”

“Being followed and cornered by your enemies isn’t something you can control. Why are you apologizing to me?” Ji Nuan kept her head lowered, as though borrowing the excuse of conversing with Feng Ling to ignore the gaze of the man behind her.

Feng Ling abruptly raised her head. “Speaking of which, without Mrs. Mo’s help today, I may not have been able to escape so smoothly.”

Nan Heng raised his brows, narrowing his eyes at them. “Is that so? Then won’t you soon be unemployed, Miss Bodyguard? How about returning to America with me to the training base?”

Feng Ling: “I’m not returning.”

Nan Heng. “…”

At this moment, Ji Nuan raised her eyes to Feng Ling. Seeing the way she refused so decisively, she immediately smiled. “That’s right, she’s not returning. Feng Ling’s doing so well by my side, why does she need to return to America? What’s the good in bearing hardships with a bunch of men? Besides, even if I don’t need a bodyguard, I need a good sister by my side. Don’t you think so, Feng Ling?”

In the past few days, Feng Ling had been touched countless times by Ji Nuan’s words. She looked at Ji Nuan and smiled slightly.

Nan Heng narrowed his eyes abruptly. He felt that Feng Ling, who had accompanied Ji Nuan for so long, had actually gained that little bit of femininity and softness that was previously absent…

“Does it still hurt?” Ji Nuan saw that Feng Ling’s ankle was red and swollen. She carefully touched it. It wasn’t clear how the wound had come about.

“It doesn’t hurt.” Feng Ling answered with a smile.

Watching the two of them display the deep love between sisters, the two men who were completely neglected exchanged a look.

—-

Finally, when Feng Ling’s wounds were mostly dealt with, Ji Nuan stood to tidy up the first aid kit. “Nan Heng, do you have water here?”

Earlier, she had supported Feng Ling as they ran. Right now, she wasn’t sure if it was because of the matters of her heart, or because she was truly thirsty; regardless, her tongue felt slightly dry.

“Drinking water?”

“En.”

“There are bottles of water provided by the hotel in the fridge. Go look for it yourself.”

Although this was a hotel room, it was a family-style suite. The kitchen was well-stocked, and some employees regularly replenished the alcohol and water in the fridge.

Ji Nuan placed the things in her hands down and entered the kitchen. She brought a bottle of water out from the refrigerator only to discover that the cap was tightly fastened. It was a brand-new bottle of water and was most likely handled poorly in the factory; it was much more difficult to open than normal.

She applied some force but was unable to open it.

She opened the refrigerator once more to substitute for a different bottle when a hand suddenly reached out and took it from her.

Without looking back, just by seeing the white fabric around that arm, she knew that the person standing behind her had to be Mo Jingshen.

Ji Nuan was silent for a moment. She turned to see the man who had easily unfastened the bottle cap.

The opened bottle was brought before her eyes. Mo Jingshen’s voice was as per normal. “Drink it.”

Ji Nuan’s hand faltered for a moment before she reached out to take it. Her brain must have been lagging as she spoke, as though possessed: “Thank you.”

The man’s expression was originally calm and unperturbed; as though they had never fought, and the month of disappearance had never occurred. However, because of the two words full of distance Ji Nuan had consciously, or perhaps unconsciously uttered, his gaze deepened.