Chapter 911 - The 90s (21)

Chapter 911: The 90s (21)
Translator: 
Henyee Translations 
 Editor: 
Henyee Translations
Han Ying uttered a low laugh.
You like her?

Ye West Wind remained silent and stared at Han Ying closely, as if he was trying to scare Han Ying away.
But Han Ying only looked at the knife stained with his blood with an odd expression.
But she doesn’t seem to like you.


So what!

The boy’s thick figure became tall at this moment.
Ye West Wind trembled and felt he was losing too much blood.
A warm hand rested on his shoulder and a clear voice rang in his ear.
Stand behind me, don’t stand in the way.


Xixi…
Ye West Wind watched Ming Shu walk past him and stand in front of him.
Han Ying looked at her with interest.
Ming Shu took out her gun and shot at his leg.
Quick, precise, and ferocious.
Without any hesitation or pause.
The pain was delayed and after several seconds, Han Ying fell down in a rush.
Han Ying covered his leg and stared at the girl in front of him in disbelief.
The dim light reflected the girl’s silhouette on the nearby wall. On the wall pasted with black paintings, the hands in them seemed to be climbing down.
They were a perfect match with the girl right now.

Han Ying, you should be thankful that I don’t kill people.
Ming Shu rotated the gun in her hand with a smile.
Otherwise you’d be reporting to the king of hell now.

Ming Shu bent over and looked at him, whispering,
Actually, I haven’t killed people in a long time, but killing…

She seemed to think of something and her smile became extremely brilliant, like flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains at the same time. The lights flashed faintly in her eyes.
Perhaps out of some kind of resonance, Han Ying saw the coldness and irony in her smile.
Then he heard the girl’s clear voice again.
Forget it, you’re not worthy.

Just forget it. 

You’re not worthy. 

Not worthy of what?
Not worthy of her killing him personally?
Han Ying looked at her again. The girl still wore her casual, shallow smile, as if it wasn’t her that smiled with coldness and irony just now.
Ming Shu tied Han Ying up then turned to help Ye West Wind stop the bleeding.

Xixi…
Ye West Wind witnessed Ming Shu shoot without hesitation and didn’t know how to react for a while.
How could Xixi…
How did she have a gun? And she knew how to shoot.

I am such a person, so, Ye West Wind, don’t ever like me.

Ming Shu washed off the blood on her hands and helped Ye West Wind pull on his clothes, then looked at him quietly.

Xixi…
Ye West Wind formed a weak smile.
How can I control my feelings.


Oh.

Ming Shu turned around and didn’t say anything then.
Ming Shu sent Ye West Wind to the hospital. After all, she just treated the wound simply and roughly, and if it couldn’t be treated well, some complications might arise.
As for Han Ying…
Ming Shu left him to his fate.
As long as one’s last breath was not taken by her, it couldn’t be counted as her killing the person.
Ye West Wind remained in the hospital under observation, so Ming Shu went to deal with the admission procedures for him. She also needed to call the family.
Otherwise Father Jian would let everyone know his daughter was missing soon.

Xixi… You should go back.

Ye West Wind spoke lightly.
The hospital’s environment was not good, and she was originally in poor health…
Ming Shu sat in another unoccupied bed.
Ye West Wind, today…


Xixi, that’s okay. Even if I didn’t like you, I’d block the knife for you.
Ye West Wind interrupted her.

I wasn’t apologizing,
Ming Shu continued.
I just want to say, don’t tell Jian Shu what happened this evening.

She didn’t want to be questioned by Jian Shu again and again.
Ye West Wind was stunned.
Actually, if he didn’t go inside today, she would have also handled it well.
He went in but…

Is this… a secret between you and me?

Ye West Wind was a little anxious and stared by Ming Shu tightly.
Just as he began to wonder if there was anything wrong with his posture, the girl answered,
As long as you’re happy.


Have some rest and I’ll go buy some food.

Ming Shu left the inpatient ward.
Ye West Wind watched the door close and a sense of loss appeared on his face.
Outside the inpatient ward…
Ming Shu lowered her head and watched her fair fingers. They were slender and pliable, like green stems.
Her five fingers slowly closed, then opened, then closed again.
Ming Shu leaned against the cold wall and looked up at the light overhead. The lights gathered in her eyes into a ball.
It was true… that not everyone was okay.
Ye West Wind wasn’t okay, and the others weren’t as well.
So.

Is it has to be you?

Qi Yu.

Eh…

This is a little troublesome. 


Miss, are you okay?

Ming Shu’s body slid down against the cold wall and was caught by a passing nurse.
The feeling that one couldn’t breathe was really bad.
Ming Shu looked at the nurse’s blurry face and opened her lips. Her voice sounded weak and unclear.
Medicine…

The nurse shouted and a doctor came to them.
…

Xixi, did you have a good time?

Ming Shu returned home and Father Jian was still awake, watching TV with his glasses on. As soon as she came in, Father Jian went up and asked.
Ming Shu raised a smile.
Em, it was a great time.


Good, good.
Father Jian took Ming Shu’s schoolbag from her hands happily.
Do you want some night snacks? Your mom said you’re still growing and need to eat more.

Ming Shu nodded her head obediently.
Okay.


Okay, I’ll cook for you.

Father Jian put down the schoolbag on the sofa and put on his apron.
Oh, right, your brother called me just now, he should be back tomorrow. You don’t have classes tomorrow, right? But don’t go out, or your brother will be angry at me if he doesn’t see you.


Okay.


Your brother is really annoying. But your health condition is much better now, and it’ll be helpful to walk outside.

Father Jian murmured as he went into the kitchen.
After finishing the night snacks, Ming Shu grabbed her schoolbag and went upstairs.
She closed the door and took out the examination form from her schoolbag.
Her disease had become so severe…
Jian Shu lied to her.
She needed to gain enough Hatred Points quickly.
The next day, Jian Shu came back.
He examined Ming Shu all over and made sure she had nothing missing first, then took out all kinds of specialties from different places to her.

Brother, you’re so kind to me.


Greedy little cat.
Jian Shu rubbed her head.
Where do you feel uncomfortable recently?

Ming Shu shook her head.
Jian Shu wasn’t relieved, instead, he frowned even more heavily and said,
If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me, okay?


You little bastard, Xixi is fine, why do you have to show a sad face?
Father Jian became angry.
Are you expecting Xixi to be unwell and afraid that she will compete with you for the family fortune!

Jian Shu:
…Dad, you should watch less TV.


It’s your mother’s soap opera, if I don’t watch it, do you think she’ll be happy?
Father Jian was just joking. He knew his son loved his sister very much.

Xixi, why don’t we go visit the set today?
Father Jian asked Ming Shu excitedly.
Both his son and daughter were at home today; his wife was the only one who wasn’t with them.

Okay!
 Mom is the greatest and we’ll have delicious food! Go go go!