After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again: Chapter 48

ARC 2: THE FILM EMPEROR FROM HUMBLE ORIGINS (4)

This was probably called a resolution to temper oneself. It was likely that in addition to failing to see through his previous trial, the mighty's one's willpower had also been shaken. Therefore this time, he had an identity that needed much polishing.

"I'm not from the bar." Yan Ge looked at the road ahead as she spoke calmly: "My name is Xu Yan. I had some relationship with your mother. You can call me Xu Ayi in the future."

The name of the host in this plane is Xu Yan.

Qi Yuan raised his eyebrows and carefully looked at her with some surprise: "How did you find me? What's your relationship with my mother? Why haven't I seen you before?"

"I've been looking for you for a long time." Yan Ge didn't care about his repeated questions and answered with a smile: "You have no idea what kind of identity I turned over to find you today."

Her words were an exaggeration, and she completely ignored Qi Yuan's question about her relationship with his mother.

Without giving Qi Yuan any time to react, she said: "How many of them beat you? Were you the only one injured? What about them?"

"Although I was against three people, they weren't asking for it. I did kick that guy's life root. He'll probably lie in the hospital for a long time. Who knows, he might only be a 0¹ in the future."

Now that he knew Yan Ge wasn't sent by the bar, Qi Yuan immediately relaxed and revealed a hardened expression on his face.

They soon arrived. When Qi Yuan looked out and saw the hospital, he quickly said: "I won't go. This small injury doesn't need to be seen at a hospital."

He didn't have a dime in his pocket and couldn't afford to buy a band-aid, let alone go to the hospital.

Yan Ge got out of the car, opened the door to the passenger seat, and beckoned him out: "First have the injury examined and get an evaluation. That way even if those people want to pick a fight later on, we also have a basis for injury, right?"

Her words made sense. Qi Yuan opened his mouth but failed to speak. He only hung his head and followed her out of the car.

Fortunately, before he spoke up, the woman claiming to be his aunt had already sorted out the registration fee and medical expenses.

Qi Yuan had a serious injury on his head from the broken wine bottle. Due to the delayed treatment and the fear of infection, he didn't receive stitches. They could only shave his hair and instruct him to return to the hospital every day to get the wound cleaned.

Yan Ge recorded the doctor's instructions one by one, fetched the medicine, then walked out of the hospital with the bandaged Qi Yuan: "And you said it was fine. Fortunately, we came to the hospital. To say a hole in your head is no big deal, were you thinking about draining your brains?"

Qi Yuan didn't speak. His arm was grabbed by the woman and she was walking a step faster than him. Raising his eyes slightly, he looked at her side profile.

This so-called aunt didn't actually look much older than him. No, that's not right. She might not even be older than him.

She wore glasses, and her slightly wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders. Although she was very capable when talking, she looked sweet and charming when she was quiet, just like a little princess from a fairy tale.

She was currently complaining in a light-hearted manner, but it sounded different in his ears.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. His face suddenly burned, especially his ears. They were so hot that he wanted to reach out and rub them, but his body was stiff as he allowed her to pull him forward.

He observed the woman in secret.

After being out in the world for so long, not counting those older and younger sisters he occasionally got to know, he can be said to have had three stable girlfriends. He also often mixed in bars and many women who found him attractive took liberties with him. However, there had never been anyone like her who made him feel flustered and caused his heart to race in this way.

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1. 0slang for the person on the receiving end in a homosexual dynamic. It’s also a visual representation of a 'bottom', the counterpart for a 'top' (aka 1)↩︎

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Okay, that's all for the mass release. I'll change my posting schedule from Fri-Sat to just Friday for my own convenience. You'll still get two chapters though~