Save people.

  This is the last sentence Yang Mu said at the end of his hazy consciousness.

  When she woke up, a day and night had already passed. The light fell on her eyelids with a thin layer of light. She struggled to open her eyes and wanted to raise her arm to block the light from above. But her arm seemed to have been severed, without even the strength to move.

  She hastily turned her head, looking at the window. The white curtains came into view, outside was the dark night sky and tall buildings standing still, with lights flickering. She lifted her head and saw an IV drip above her, with a pungent smell of disinfectant.

  This is a hospital.

  Yang Fuxiao suddenly sat up in bed at the same moment she came to, throwing off her quilt and getting out of bed. The needle on her hand slipped away. She quickly turned around to pull it out, a patch of blood splattered onto the quilt. Without caring about that, she got out of bed and immediately knelt down on the ground, her legs suddenly feeling sharp pain.

  The nurse who came over to change the dressing saw Yang Fanxiao's reckless action and scolded, "Do you want to die! Lie down quickly!"

  Yang Mu Xiao grabbed the nurse's uniform: "You go save people, Xu Muhuang is being pressed under the car, got into a car accident, don't worry about me, I'm fine, you go save people!"

  The female nurse frowned: "You've almost lost half your life, and you still have the heart to worry about others? Hurry up and lie down. I'll change your dressing."

  Yang Fu Xiao shook his head: "I..."

  However, after a short while, Yang Fuxiao raised her eyes to see the TV on top of her head playing a news report.

  "...Yesterday around 14:00, a landslide occurred. One person was killed and two are still being rescued. Here is the report from our correspondent on the scene..."

  It's pouring heavily outside. The camera lens is covered with a layer of water, the transparent raincoat on the reporter in front of the lens is blown tightly against his body, and his face is all wet.

  The female journalist said something, Yang Fuxiao didn't quite understand it, she only caught the last few words.

  "Reporter XXX, reporting from X Mountain Road section."

  It was exactly the section of road where the car rolled into the ditch!

  Through the rain-soaked lens of the camera, Yang Fuxiao even saw the shadow of the car at the bottom of the ditch. It was the car driven by Xu Muhuang!

  ………………

  Xu Muhuang!

  "Xǔ Mù Háng!"

  Whether awake or asleep, Yang Mu Xiao was shouting Xu Mo Huan's name, her face sweating layer by layer, the whole person seemed to be a silver fish pulled out of the water, slippery all over.

  Liang Jinmo gave her a sedative and hypnotic medicine, and she calmed down slightly.

  Gu Qingcheng sat on one side, with the two people's wrists still handcuffed together. He held a cigarette in his mouth with one hand and was about to light it with a lighter when Liang Jinmo turned around and took the lighter from his hand.

  "Don't smoke for now, her respiratory system is a bit impaired at the moment."

  Gu Qingcheng raised his head and asked: "What's wrong with her?"

  "Sudden shock, nothing serious, she'll be fine after waking up," said Liang Jinmo, "It might have something to do with genetics, I'll take her to the hospital for a blood test when I have time, but I think it's mainly emotional stimulation."

  "What kind of restricted-level costume temptation are you playing with her, scaring her like this?"

  "Get out!"

  Gu Qingcheng was in no mood for jokes now, leaning against the headboard behind him, his eyes slightly closed.

  "Just now when I was going to give my little lover medicine, several phone calls were made in a hurry, and now that they are not needed, they have been kicked away. What is this behavior?"

  "Kill the donkey after it has finished grinding the grain."

  Liáng Jǐn Mò: “……”

  He hadn't even had time to think of a retort when he heard the sound of pattering footsteps outside, followed by Sinvira's "Ah ya!"

  Xinweila was also very good at making trouble, and wherever she went, it was like an adventure or treasure hunt. Even now, in Gu Qingcheng's home, it was no exception. Fortunately, Liang Jinmo happened to pass by and turned over the antique vase that Xinweila was about to knock over, handing her a medical box instead, "Go back to the clinic."

  Xin Wei La glanced into Gu Qing Cheng's bedroom, her eyes revealing a hint of gossip: "How was the dawn? Oh my god, he's actually handcuffed!"

  She bit her own fist with a worried look: "Wasn't it really being tied up and eaten clean by Lord Wolf?"

  Hehe, looks like it hasn't reached your mouth yet.

  Liang Jinmo directly pressed down on Xin Weila's head, chuckled twice, and pulled at Xin Weila who was trying to squeeze into Gu Qingcheng's room, "Go back to the clinic, your appointment with Wang Taotai is at 3 pm this afternoon."

  "Oh, let's hurry up and go."

  It wasn't until these two people left that it was finally quiet.

  Yang Fuxiao was lying on the bed, looking like he was sleeping soundly. The phone on the desk vibrated, and Gu Qingcheng took a look at the screen before pressing the answer button.

  Dong Zhe said, "Boss, I've already investigated the rental house nearby. The neighbors over there say that this person has been here for two weeks now. Previously, it was a girl living there, but later she let out the house."

  Dong Zhe paused for a moment, "It's people from the underground money house on the east side of the city."

  "Uh-huh, I see."

  The valley east of the city has been provocative recently, and Dong Zhe has led people to negotiate several times, repeatedly asking to see Gu Qingcheng in person.

  Gu Qingcheng hung up the phone and turned his head to look at Yang Moxiao, who had already opened her eyes. Her black pupils rolled around in circles, and she pursed her dry lips, her voice a little hoarse as she spoke.

  "Gu Da, I just had a dream."

  Gu Qingcheng poured a glass of water from the table and handed it to Yang Fuxiao, who propped herself up with her body and leaned against the headboard behind her.

  "I just dreamed of Xu Muhuang," Yang Fuxiao smiled, "I saw him for the last time, and he even kissed me."

  Gu Qingcheng looked at Yang Fuxiao's slightly pale face, with a hint of redness at the corners of her eyes, as if she had applied rouge.

  Yang Mu Xiao's mouth corners rose with a smile, "At that time before he died, the last words I said to him were: If you die, I'll be buried with you..."

  "So you really jumped off the building for love?"

  Yang brushed off the dawn and laughed a few times: "At that time, I jumped down from the attic on the third floor. Even if I jumped to death, I wouldn't die. At that time, the Yang family had a family doctor who pulled me back and tied me up, gave me a sedative, and didn't die..."

  Gu Qingcheng fell silent for a moment, then pulled out a thin iron wire from the drawer on one side. He inserted it into the lock hole of the handcuffs and manipulated it left and right, up and down. A faint click was heard, and the handcuffs opened.

  Yang Furong's eyes widened in shock: "Really? You can open it?"

  Gu Qingcheng lifted his eyelids and casually removed the handcuffs, putting them aside before standing up.

  Yang Mo Xiao was about to launch a righteous verbal attack, but Gu Qing Cheng suddenly took off his pajamas, revealing his broad shoulders and narrow waist, a standard inverted triangle physique with the golden ratio.

  She swallowed hard and crossed her arms over her chest, "Uh, Gu Da-da, what are you going to do?"

  Gu Qingcheng originally didn't want to do anything, but now seeing Yang Fuxiao's little movements, he felt a thrill in his heart and couldn't help taking a step forward. He knelt on one knee by the bedside, leaning close to Yang Fuxiao, his nose almost touching her face. Yang Fuxiao pursed her lips tightly and retreated backward, controlling her eyes not to dart around wildly.

  Yang Bi Xiao tilted her head, turned her face and didn't look at Gu Qing Cheng, only feeling Gu Qing Cheng's breath brushing against her cheek, then down to her neck, and further down...

  "Tonight when we get back, let's have Auntie Li cook braised pig's trotters for us."

  Why?

  Yang Mu Xiao suddenly turned around, her lips brushing against Gu Qing Cheng's cheek, and her heart almost stopped in that instant.

  Gu Qingcheng straightened his waist, and his eyes swept across Yang Fu's chest twice.

  Yang's face suddenly turned bright red, "I don't need breast enhancement!"

  Gu Qingcheng lifted Yang Fuxiao's chin with his fingertips, looking at her face: "This is what it means to have some color in your cheeks. Change your clothes and come out with me for a bit."

  Yang Fuxiao wrapped herself in a blanket and went out the door. When she walked to the corridor, she suddenly rushed over and asked, "Is it a formal occasion or an informal one?"

  Gu Qingcheng said: "You can also go without clothes."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "......"

  Yang Furong stormed out of Gu Qingcheng's bedroom, making a "V" gesture with her hand in an unseen corner, only to turn around and see Li Auntie.

  "Hello Aunt Li."

  Yang Mo Xiao smiled and greeted Li Auntie before hurrying into the adjacent room.

  Aunt Li saw Yang Wuxiao as if she had seen a ray of light, at least bringing a bit of joy to the dull home. She thought that maybe Yang Wuxiao's arrival was an opportunity.

  She closed the door, and Yang Xiao leaned against it, grasping her chest with her sleeping gown, feeling her heart pounding rapidly, beating faster and faster.

  She leaned against the door panel, clenching her fists tightly in her palms.

  ………………

  Yang Fu Xiao had just stepped out of the door when Gu Qing Cheng received a phone call on his end.

  It is from the underground money house valley true.

  "Uncle Gu San."

  "No need for formalities, just call me Gu San, Master Gu, you're being too kind," said Gu Zhen on the other end of the phone: "Those people under my command were blind yesterday, tonight we'll hold a banquet to apologize to you at our place, bring Yang Miss along and I'll treat you well."

  Miss Yang...

  Since Gu Zhen was able to say Yang Fu's surname, he must have investigated.

  Gu Qingcheng smiled and exchanged a few pleasantries before hanging up the phone, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.

  Put the phone aside, and took a black woolen sweater from the closet, a black-gray fitted windbreaker, simple style, no fancy decorations on the whole body, the whole person looks elegant and refined.

  In contrast, Yang Mu's outfit is quite tacky.

  A flirtatious floral skirt.

  Before Gu Qingcheng could mock her taste, Yang Fuxiao hastily turned around and entered the room, rummaging through her closet to find a neat black sweater and jeans, then tied her hair back into a ponytail.

  On the road, Dong Zhe was driving in front.

  Yang Fu Xiao slept well in the afternoon and is now looking around.

  Dong Zhe, who was driving in front, looked at Yang Fu Xiao's happy appearance through the rearview mirror and wondered if she was the same pale-faced girl who didn't dare to move on her first ride with Lao Da.

  The difference between unfamiliarity and familiarity is really huge.

  Yang Mo Xiao turned his head, looking at the bruise on Gu Qing Cheng's cheek, which was really eye-catching. From this morning when Fang Shu saw the bruise on his face, he could tell from his facial expression that whenever someone saw him, they would inevitably ask about it.

  Yang Mo Xiao reached out and gently poked the corner of Gu Qing Cheng's mouth. "Does it hurt?"

  Gu Qingcheng furrowed his brow and turned around.

  She took out her makeup bag: "Gu DaDa, let me make you up, cover the bruise on your face, I guarantee it won't be visible at all."

  Gu Qingcheng gave her a cool glance and closed his eyes.

  "Then I'll just take it as default."

  Yang brushed and applied makeup on Gu Qingcheng's face for ten minutes, while Dong Zhe in the front seat looked puzzled, frequently glancing at the rearview mirror.

  However, as expected, after makeup, the bruise faded a bit.

  Yang Mo Xiao put the concealer back in her bag, "This is what I use to cover up my dark eye circles, it's pretty effective."

  Gu Qingcheng didn't say anything.

  Dong Zhe let out a sigh of relief, now he had to go to the east of the city to find the local snakehead, if he arrived with injuries on his face, it would be a loss of face.

  The car was driving smoothly on the road, Gu Qingcheng leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.

  Yang Mu Xiao looked out of the car window at the scenery flashing by quickly, and the road seemed to be getting more and more remote. Where were they going?

  She was just about to speak when she saw Gu Qingcheng's slightly furrowed brow beside her, and promptly closed her mouth.

  He looks tired.

  After about ten more minutes, the car stopped in front of a nightclub.

  Dong Zhe turned around and said: "Boss, we're here."

  Gu Qingcheng narrowed his eyes and looked out the window, gazing at the well-decorated facade outside. He tapped his index finger lightly on the window frame, hesitated for a moment, then opened the car door.

  Yang Mu Xiao hastily unfastened her seatbelt and was stopped by Gu Qing Cheng.

  "Dong Zhe, send Miss Yang back."

  Yang Mu Xiao: "What? What? What?"

  Dong Zhe understood Gu Qingcheng's intention and immediately denied: "Boss, I'm with you..."

  Gu Qingcheng turned his head and looked at Dong Zhe with a hint of coldness: "Send Miss Yang back."

  "Yes!"

  Dong Zhe knew Gu Qingcheng's rules, two cannot be three.

  Yang Mo Xiao moved forward a bit and grabbed Gu Qing Cheng's arm: "Don't I need to follow him in?"

  "Never mind."

  "I can take a taxi back myself, let Dong Zhe follow you in."

  Gu Qingcheng suddenly leaned forward, bent down and brushed the scattered hair on Yang Xiaoxiao's temples to the back of her head, "This is not going to smash the scene."

  After finishing speaking, Gu Qingcheng turned around and closed the open car door.

  Watching Gu Qingcheng walk into this dazzling neon gate, to be honest, Yang Fuxiao's heart was a little nervous. She asked the front Dong Zhe: "What is Gu Qingcheng going in for?"

  Dong Zhe didn't answer and had already turned the car around, heading back along the same route as before.

  Yang Mu Xiao knew that Dong Zhe was a person who, except when facing Gu Qing Cheng, was useless to others and couldn't even fart with three sticks of incense. He was just about to take out his phone from his bag to call Gu Qing Cheng when he heard Dong Zhe speak up in front.

  "It was discovered last night at the rental house that those people were actually the bosses of the underground bank here."

  Yang Furong understood as soon as he heard it. No wonder after calling Meng Xi last night, he said that he had already paid off those usurers.

  "Is it dangerous?"

  Dong Zhe said: "Gu Zhen is a bit unconventional, he had previously competed with Lao Da for the land in Chengdong, but Lao Da let him off because he was going to join MSC. However, Gu Zhen's surface-level whitening industry has taken away several business deals from MSC, and yesterday he even hurt Lao Da..."

  Yang Mou Xiao didn't quite understand some of the gangs and sects on the road, but hearing that Gu Qing Cheng was going alone this time seemed very dangerous.

  "Is he going in alone? Has his brain gone bad? Now turn back!"

  Dong Zhe didn't make a sound, and the car continued to move forward slowly.

  Yang brushed off the front seat and said, "Dong Zhe, didn't you say yesterday that you owed me an arm? Now you don't have to give me your arm, you don't have to give me anything. I only ask that you go back now, I'll wait for you in the outer car, you go help Gu Qingcheng."

  Although she knew that there were definitely people secretly protecting her in the dark, she always felt uneasy and wanted to go in personally if possible.

  Dong Zhe looked at Yang Fu's serious expression in the rearview mirror, turned the car around and headed back to the nightclub.

  The car stopped again in front of the nightclub, Dong Zhe got out and went in, Yang Fuxiao stayed in the car.

  "It's okay, I won't run around, I'll definitely stay in the car, you go quickly."

  Dong Zhe originally wanted to lock the car door, but considering Yang Fu Xiao's safety, he handed her the car key and said, "If something happens, you can go back by yourself."

  "Uh-huh, okay."

  Watching Dong Zhe walk into the nightclub, Yang Xiaoqiu leaned on the steering wheel and turned to look inside the nightclub.

  A piece of golden jade, opened from the outside, all the cars coming and going are either rich or noble, some license plates look quite stunning, usually only seen on TV, even including celebrities.

  I don't know how Gu Qingcheng is doing inside.

  Having lost Xu Mochen once, I absolutely cannot lose him a second time.

  Yang Fuxiao held her mobile phone listlessly, but it suddenly vibrated with a single ring.

  I thought it was a harassing call and was about to delete it, only to find out it was Meng Xi.

  Why did Meng Xi hang up after just one ring?

  Yang Fu Xiao thought to himself, "I hope nothing's happened", and quickly dialed the number to call back. The ringing tone went on for a long time without anyone picking up, leaving Yang Fu Xiao's heart hanging in suspense until Meng Xi's voice came from the other end of the line.

  "Dawn..."

  Yang brushed off the dawn and gripped her phone tightly, "Xiao Xi, what's wrong?"

  Meng Xi's voice was particularly soft and trembled slightly.

  "Can you lend me some money," Meng Xi said, "my grandmother is in the hospital and needs surgery..."

  Yang Fu Xiao's heart skipped a beat: "What's wrong with Grandma Meng?"

  "Last night, my brother came back to grab the property certificate and bankbook. My grandmother was pushed by my brother and hit her head on the wall," Meng Xi said, choking with sobs. "We came to the hospital for a full-body examination and found out that... it's late-stage liver cancer, surgery is needed..."

  Meng Xi said as he completely lost control and burst into tears.

  Late stage...

  Yang Furong's eyes widened in shock as soon as she heard it, and one of her hands silently clenched into a fist.

  "How much money is needed? Which hospital are you in now? I'll bring the money over right away!"

  He hung up Meng Xi's phone, Yang Fu Xiao clenched his fists on the steering wheel, picked up his mobile phone and dialed Gu Qing Cheng's number, turned his head to look inside the nightclub, waiting for the call to be answered.

  She has no money now and doesn't want to ask Yang's family for help. The only person she can think of is Gu Qingcheng.

  The phone had just been connected, and a lazy voice came from the receiver, "Hello?"

  Yang Mu Xiao can now imagine a scene in his mind, Gu Qing Cheng on the sofa with a lazy and sexy posture that makes people want to go over and pinch the muscles on his chest.

  "Then..."

  The next words were interrupted by someone who suddenly broke in from the outside of the passenger car door. She turned around, and before she could ask a question, she felt a chill on her waist, as if something hard was pressed against her.

  A hard object was pressed against her waistline, all the way up to her neck. From the rearview mirror, Yang Xiao caught a glimpse of it - a metal spring knife with its sharp blade right on the artery at the back of her neck.