C9 Your Life Is in My Hands!

Yeh Lin looked up, meeting the gaze of the young girl who stood before him, fearless despite her youth. Her hair was disheveled, her hands covered in cuts, and her face smeared with blood and dirt. Her white shirt was stained and tattered, yet her dark eyes shone with a stubborn defiance that made all her disarray seem irrelevant.

With a casual gesture, Yeh Lin signaled to the men in suits, who promptly moved to the BMW and carefully extracted the unconscious Mr. Hsu.

"Could you please move him over here?" Ye Zhenzhen spoke up again, evidently dissatisfied with where they had placed Mr. Hsu.

The men glanced at Yeh Lin, and upon his slight nod, they repositioned Mr. Hsu as Ye Zhenzhen directed.

"And your young master too, please put him here," Ye Zhenzhen said to Yeh Lin, her voice firm despite her inner wish that the impending explosion might conveniently take him out. But if it didn’t, now wasn’t the time for wishful thinking.

"You sure are demanding," Mr. Bing grumbled, thinking this girl was just causing trouble.

Ye Zhenzhen shot back, "What are you afraid of? If this place blows, that spot will definitely be hit!"

In moments like these, politeness was a luxury they couldn’t afford; every second counted.

Mr. Bing noticed a flicker of menace in Ye Zhenzhen’s eyes and walked over to Yeh Lin, his tone mocking. "Sir, this young lady claims there’s going to be an explosion."

He expected Yeh Lin to dismiss such nonsense. It had just rained, and there was no source of fire; even in a car accident, an explosion seemed unlikely.

Yet, Yeh Lin didn’t look at him. Instead, he cast a cold glance at Ye Zhenzhen, then picked up Yeh Sen and carried him to the Bentley, where others helped settle him inside.

"Could you please take Mr. Hsu with you too? We're all heading to the hospital anyway!" Ye Zhenzhen hurriedly followed to the car, aware that her request might seem a bit rude. But with Mr. Hsu unconscious, getting him to the hospital quickly was crucial.

"You sure ask for a lot!" Mr. Bing grumbled.

After settling Yeh Sen in the car, Yeh Lin stood by the door, looking back at Ye Zhenzhen. "Why should I?"

His indifferent gaze seemed to question why he should help Ye Zhenzhen at all.

Ye Zhenzhen already knew his personality well. Pressed by the situation, she decided to be straightforward. "You must have important matters to attend to. It wouldn't be convenient for you to stay at the hospital with your brother. I can help look after him!"

Yeh Lin's eyes narrowed slightly. From the moment this girl appeared, she seemed to know a lot about what he was up to today. She was likely the same age as Sen, yet faced with a crisis, she remained remarkably calm.

"You still haven't answered my question!"

He had asked her earlier who she was, but she had dodged the question.

Ye Zhenzhen's expression froze. She still hadn't figured out how to answer without arousing suspicion. She had already left too many questions unanswered today.

"Sir, we really don't have time!" Mr. Bing urgently reminded him.

Yeh Lin glanced at his watch and made a swift decision. Without waiting for Ye Zhenzhen's response, he motioned for someone to help Mr. Hsu into the car.

"Since you claim you'll take care of Sen, then if he lives, you live!"

"If he dies, you die!"

His words were decisive and cold.

With that, he tore off the name tag from Ye Zhenzhen's chest. She was wearing the uniform of the school Yeh Sen was set to attend. The uniform, designed by a master and custom-made in Paris, had name tags affixed to the chest.

"Ye Zhenzhen, I'll remember that!"

He casually slipped the gold-embroidered name tag into his pocket, yet the girl in front of him didn't flinch. Her eyes remained calm and composed.

He seemed indifferent to both his words and actions.

She wore the uniform of the most prestigious school, expected to be a delicate flower sheltered from the world. Yet, in this moment, she showed resilience, revealing a spirit that had weathered many storms.

Knowing time was of the essence and there was no room for delay, he still found himself unwittingly spending too much time focused on her.

Yeh Lin turned and got into the car, with Ye Zhenzhen following closely behind.

If Yeh Sen dies, does she die too? If Yeh Sen lives, does she live too?

Yeh Lin remained as unreasonable as ever.

But now, she had no other choice.