“That’s how it happened.” In the school infirmary, An Shiyu stood beside Ye Shuang, looking at Bai Yuyou lying on the bed.
Ye Shuang remained silent, his face expressionless, but An Shiyu could keenly sense the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior.
“Where are those bastards now?” Ye Shuang’s voice was hoarse.
“I beat them up, but they probably ran off by now,” An Shiyu said.
Ye Shuang pulled out a piece of gum and chewed it aggressively, trying to steady his emotions. Suddenly, he asked, “Can we get them arrested? They’re adults now.”
“Hmm.” An Shiyu thought for a moment. “Probably not.”
“Why?”
An Shiyu tilted her chin slightly, gesturing toward Bai Yuyou. “She fought back, and I ended up beating them up too. If we’re talking about injuries… theirs might actually be worse. Plus, it’s hard to prove.”
“You know how it is—self-defense is a gray area. And there’s no surveillance in the restroom.”
Ye Shuang: “…”
Theirs were worse?
An Shiyu added with a deadpan expression, “They were too weak. Can’t blame me.”
Ye Shuang sat by the bed and gently brushed Bai Yuyou’s bangs aside. The wound on her forehead had already been treated—it wasn’t serious, and the monitor showed her vitals were stable.
“Why does Yinshan Academy have so many monsters?” Ye Shuang sighed.
An Shiyu gave him a strange look. “What’s so surprising? Scumbags exist everywhere in this world, even in the most prestigious schools.”
Ye Shuang had no rebuttal.
Gradually, his emotions settled. He turned to An Shiyu and said, “Thanks. I owe you one.”
An Shiyu immediately made a disgusted face. “Ugh, so cringey. Later, old man.”
“Yeah.”
But before leaving, she paused and glanced back. “By the way, I can probably get those students expelled. Four years at Yinshan Academy—wasted.”
“Consider it the school’s way of making amends.”
Ye Shuang nodded. “Thanks.”
Without another word, An Shiyu turned and left.
A short while later, the principal arrived at the infirmary. The incident with Wu Ya hadn’t even cooled off, and now this? The principal was furious, unsure how to console Ye Shuang as the guardian.
But Ye Shuang didn’t blame her—she wasn’t at fault.
After promising a satisfactory resolution, the principal left, weighed down by guilt. Yinshan Academy had four principals, each overseeing different aspects of the school. With back-to-back incidents like this, she was afraid the board would summon her for a talk.
Looks like a school-wide meeting is in order.
“Ye Shuang…” Bai Yuyou’s soft voice called out as she opened her eyes.
Ye Shuang gently held her cold hand and reassured her, “Does it still hurt? Rest a little longer.”
“It did at first.” She paused. “But with you here… it doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“…”
“Ye Shuang, I messed up,” she said. “I wasn’t careful… I went to the restroom in the office building.”
“You didn’t do anything wrong. How could you?” Ye Shuang pinched her cheek lightly. “The world’s just been too cruel to you. It’s never given you any luck.”
Bai Yuyou shook her head.
“No.”
“Ye Shuang… is my luck.”
Her tender words tugged at his heartstrings, leaving Ye Shuang speechless. He simply told her to rest while Tang Keke rushed in, frantic.
After fetching the badminton racket, Tang Keke had wondered why Bai Yuyou hadn’t returned. When she heard what happened, she bolted to the infirmary.
“Brother, if only I had gone with her…” Tang Keke’s eyes welled up with tears. A natural crybaby, she burst into loud sobs, prompting Bai Yuyou to comfort her from the bed.
While Tang Keke fussed over Bai Yuyou, Ye Shuang stepped out with his phone.
Leaning against the railing, he hesitated before finally dialing a number.
Soon, a playful voice answered, “Ohhh, Shuang-shuang! What’s up? Miss me?”
“Fugui, I’m not doing great,” Ye Shuang admitted with a sigh.
The line went quiet for a few seconds before turning serious. “What’s wrong? Trouble?”
“Not me. The kid ran into some trouble.” Ye Shuang recounted the afternoon’s events.
“I see…”
“I know it sounds childish, and maybe it’s not my place to say this…” Ye Shuang gave a bitter laugh. “But I can’t swallow this. She doesn’t deserve this kind of treatment.”
“The world should be kinder to good people.”
“Alright, alright, I get it, you big softie.” The voice on the other end turned icy. “They like throwing their weight around? I’ll show them what real power looks like.”
“Give me two days. Consider it done.”
“Thanks.”
“No problem. But when are you bringing the kid over? She’s so sweet—I like her.”
“In a few days. I’ll treat you to dinner. Chen Hai too.”
“Uh… Chen the Fatty’s fine, but maybe not his wife? Last time, she almost flipped the table because he glanced at another woman’s legs.”
“Should be fine.”
After hanging up, Ye Shuang steadied himself and returned to the infirmary.
“Ye Shuang… let’s go home,” Bai Yuyou murmured, her gaze fixed on him.
Tang Keke suggested, “Brother, maybe we should take her to the hospital first?”
“It’s almost closing time.” Ye Shuang had already checked Bai Yuyou—with the help of the system, he confirmed it was just a minor scalp wound and a slight concussion.
Still, seeing her covered in blood earlier had shaken him badly.
After letting Bai Yuyou rest a little longer, Ye Shuang drove her home. Tang Keke, meanwhile, was sent back first.
Back at home, Bai Yuyou, her head bandaged, watched as Ye Shuang busied himself around the house, granting every request without hesitation.
After a moment of thought, she suddenly spoke up.
“Ye Shuang.”
“Hmm?”
“Can we sleep together tonight?”
“Of course,” Ye Shuang replied, puzzled by the question.
Bai Yuyou’s obsidian-like eyes studied him. Then, she stretched out her hand.
“Ye Shuang… can we take a bath together too?”
Ye Shuang: “…”
“…Alright.” Faced with her pleading gaze, he found himself unable to refuse.
Hearing his agreement, Bai Yuyou felt the pain in her head fade away.