Chapter 011: I Want to Marry You

Longyue Group was not far from Luo Feifei’s rented apartment.

To save money, Luo Feifei bought vegetables and rice after work, planning to cook for herself. As she reached the entrance of the alley, she spotted Lin Qi standing at the door of a nearby house.

If this wasn’t fate, what was?

Delighted, Luo Feifei rushed over, calling out, “Brother-in-law, I just got off work! What are you doing here—”

In that instant, disaster struck.

The people inside burst out, and one of them shot Luo Feifei.

The bullet tore through her abdomen; blood gushed forth, and she collapsed to the ground.

“Luo Feifei!”

Lin Qi roared, his eyes reddening with rage as he charged at the men like a madman.

“No!” Sun Xiaoyun screamed, her face contorted in terror.

Several gunshots rang out in quick succession.

Yet not a single shot hit Lin Qi.

At that moment, he moved with lightning speed, weaving among the men like a demon unleashed.

Sun Xiaoyun stared, stunned by the sight. By the time she regained her senses, the men were already sprawled on the ground, their guns scattered aside.

She rushed over, quickly gathering up all the firearms and checking the fallen men.

All were in deep unconsciousness.

Sun Xiaoyun pulled out her phone to call for backup and an ambulance.

Meanwhile, Lin Qi had already knelt beside Luo Feifei.

“Feifei! Feifei!” he called her name in a choked voice, examining her wounds.

Her abdomen looked as though it had exploded, blood streaming forth like a spring, her consciousness ebbing—her eyes barely able to stay open.

“Don’t sleep!” Lin Qi gritted his teeth and swiftly scooped her into his arms.

Sun Xiaoyun hurried over, glanced at Luo Feifei’s injury, and said, “Don’t move her! I’ve already called an ambulance…”

Despite her words, Sun Xiaoyun, with her medical training, could see at a glance that Luo Feifei’s chances were slim. With such a severe wound, there was no way she could hold on until help arrived.

There was little hope.

But Lin Qi ignored her entirely, lifting Luo Feifei and running forward.

“Hey, didn’t I just tell you—” Sun Xiaoyun cried out, giving chase, trying to stop him.

Though a graduate of the police academy and more physically fit than many men, she couldn’t catch up to Lin Qi—even with him carrying someone.

Watching Lin Qi pull further and further away, Sun Xiaoyun gritted her teeth and pushed herself to follow.

As for the criminals, she wasn’t worried they’d escape. With her professional judgment, they wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon, and her colleagues would arrive shortly.

After darting through a couple of alleys and running for a while in the village, Lin Qi finally stopped in front of a dilapidated house.

The place truly was ramshackle: wooden door, brick walls, grass growing on the roof—it hardly looked inhabited.

“Song Qingfeng! Song Qingfeng!”

Lin Qi shouted as he burst through the wooden door.

“Young master, what’s wrong—” An old man, his hair and beard snow-white, hurried out.

“My friend is hurt! Please, help her!” Lin Qi rushed to his side in three strides.

Song Qingfeng took one look at Luo Feifei’s wound, then felt her pulse.

Her life hung by a thread.

He said, “Bring her inside—stop the bleeding, quick! I’ll prepare for surgery.”

“Alright!” Lin Qi dashed into the inner room.

Sun Xiaoyun’s footsteps sounded as she entered behind them.

Inside was a simple operating table, shelves on both sides lined with herbs and various Western medical instruments: scissors, forceps, blood bags, monitors.

It was a folk clinic blending Chinese and Western medicine—probably without any official license.

Lin Qi had already set the gravely wounded Luo Feifei on the bed and, with practiced hands, opened a jar of medicinal powder, pouring it over her abdomen.

“Are you mad?!” Sun Xiaoyun rushed forward to stop him. “Why bring her here instead of a real hospital?”

“Get out of my way!” Lin Qi’s face was twisted with fury as he bellowed at her.

Frightened by his terrifying expression, Sun Xiaoyun instinctively took a couple of steps back.

Just then, Song Qingfeng entered, now clad in a white coat.

“Miss, I’m about to operate. Please wait outside,” he said politely, noticing her uniform.

Sun Xiaoyun had no choice but to leave.

Song Qingfeng closed the door behind her.

“Young master, don’t let her fall asleep. I’ll prepare some anesthetics.”

“Alright…”

Lin Qi replied, gripping Luo Feifei’s hand tightly.

“Feifei, hold on. This man is my friend—he’s known as ‘Death’s Ancestor.’ If he chooses to save someone, he never fails…”

“Brother-in-law… don’t try to comfort me. I know I’m not going to make it…” Luo Feifei’s face was ashen, her voice so weak she could barely speak.

“No, you will—trust me…”

“Brother-in-law… let me say a few things. Please don’t interrupt… you always cut me off these days…”

“Alright, I’m listening!”

“Brother-in-law, my sister divorced you. It was her misfortune… I know you’re a wonderful man… If you don’t mind, I’d like to marry you. Would you?”

“Yes! Yes!” Tears streamed down Lin Qi’s face.