Red Hair sneered, "Brother, you're pretty bold, huh? Want to play hero? Fine, I'll give you that chance."
A few thugs weighed the sticks in their hands. He Su calmly finished his last skewer of fish balls, tossed the bamboo stick aside, dropped his earlier playful smirk, and rolled his wrists. "We'll see who's calling who 'brother'."
"Get him!"
He Su lifted his foot and kicked the charging Green Hair flying. With a face that ugly daring to dye his hair the same color—what a disgrace.
Another White Hair was punched to the ground with one blow. He Su picked up a stick and, in a few exchanges, sent them all scrambling, whimpering as they piled on top of each other like a stack of罗汉.
He Su stood with one foot on them, pointing the stick at Red Hair, raising an eyebrow. "Now do you know who to call 'brother'?"
These street thugs hadn't expected him to be this tough, and they begged for mercy in fear. "We were blind, didn't know your name, big brother?"
A bunch of lowlifes who only bullied the weak at the bottom of society, and they thought he was one of them? Did they deserve to know his name?
"Come to the hospital and book an appointment under my name. I'll fix those legs and arms for free after I break them." He Su snorted, withdrew his foot, and tossed the stick aside with a glance. "If you're fine, get the hell out!"
The group didn't dare ask about medical fees anymore. Like defeated mongrels, they tucked their tails and fled the alley in disgrace.
Shen Xingrou sat slumped by the roadside, staring in shock at the nonchalant man before her. She never expected her rescuer to be him.
"What are you staring at? Waiting for them to come back and gang up on you?"
"..."
Stepping in to help when seeing injustice—maybe it came from a good heart, but his mouth was damn foul!
Having just endured a terrifying scare, Shen Xingrou was now hit with his harsh words. Fuming, she puffed out her cheeks and tried to stand up.
"Ah..."
He Su paused mid-step, turned around impatiently, and looked at her. "Are you done or not? Are you coming or not?"
"I twisted my ankle."
"..."
Shen Xingrou's eyes welled with pain. When she'd tried to pull away from Red Hair's outstretched hand earlier, she'd accidentally stepped on a stone and twisted her foot.
He Su glanced around. This place was desolate. If he hadn't been craving that old-school oden shop, he wouldn't have come here in the dead of night.
There were no cabs in sight, and she'd twisted her ankle. Now all the responsibility fell on him...
What a damn hassle!
Shen Xingrou sniffled softly. Suddenly, a tattooed arm appeared before her—his palm was clean, but the skull ring he wore had a heavy punk vibe.
"Can you stand?"
She placed her small, soft hand in his. He Su pulled her up with a slight effort, then turned and crouched down. "Get on."
Though Fang Yingxue wasn't well-educated and had a petty, small-town demeanor that invited ridicule, she had poured her heart into raising Shen Xingrou, teaching her everything from music to chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Shen Xingrou might be a bit spoiled and willful, but she had a kind heart. Her bad side was reserved only for villains—she was the type who hated evil with a passion.
After being humiliated by He Su just now, her pride stung. She'd rather stand there until dawn than let him carry her.
Besides, He Su had helped Shen Tingfeng go after Shen Xiaoxing before, and she'd often called him out on it—not only cursing him as a lackey and a hypocrite but also hitting him with a slingshot.
"Are you getting on or not?" He Su, seeing her hesitate, turned his head to find her standing there, refusing.
His patience wore thin. "Fine, proud Miss Shen. Get on or don't—I don't give a damn!"
He Su shot her a cold look, turned, and walked away without a hint of mercy.
The girl stared blankly at his figure disappearing at the alley's entrance.
Biting back the pain, she hopped on her good foot over to the wall...
She picked up her phone, which the thugs had knocked to the ground, only to find it dead and automatically shut off.
Just as despair set in, a shadow flashed before her. Before she could see clearly, her body was suddenly lifted into the air. In a dizzying spin, she landed on a broad back that smelled of disinfectant.
Shen Xingrou was confused. "Didn't you leave?"
"Shut up!"
He Su's face was icy.
If it weren't for the fact that she was just a young girl, alone like a lamb to the slaughter in this place, and if something happened to her that could implicate him, he wouldn't bother!
After all, the Shen family ruled Shanghai with an iron fist. Shen Xingrou was the family's precious jewel. If anything happened to her here, those bastards would skin him alive!
"I saved you today. Tomorrow, tell your dad to transfer 200,000 into my account."
"Why?"
"I'm your savior. Don't you owe me some gratitude?"
Shen Xingrou frowned slightly. "You saved me just for a reward?"
"What else?"
Shen Xingrou muttered to herself. How desperate for money was he, to extort her family like this?
"My life isn't worth 200,000, is it?"
"Good point. If I kidnapped you, I could extort a few million. You're worth a lot. I could live off you for the rest of my life without worrying about food or drink."
"..."
He sure had some imagination!
...
In the dead of night, there wasn't even a taxi on the road.
He Su carried the girl for over half an hour until they finally reached his apartment building. It wasn't until he pulled out his keys to unlock the door that the girl snapped out of it.
"Where is this?"
"My place." He Su turned on the light and closed the door behind him.
Shen Xingrou stared blankly as he set her down on the couch. She recalled what he'd said on the road—kidnapping her would be more profitable!
Panic surged through her. "Why did you bring me to your house!?"
He Su, who was about to grab the first-aid kit, froze at her words. He looked at her like she was an idiot, his gaze sweeping over her before a cold smirk curled his lips. "Get your dirty thoughts out of your head. Look at yourself—do you have any chest or ass? Do you think I'd be interested in a brat like you?"
"..." Shen Xingrou had been born with a silver spoon in her mouth. Everyone she met would at least offer a polite compliment, but this He Su, dressed like a thug despite his age, dared to insult her like this!
Sure, her chest was a bit small, but she was still developing! And her butt was perky! What was with that look of his?!
"If you're so noble, why did you bring me here without a word?"
"You twisted your ankle, and you're asking me that?"
"...Then take me to the hospital!"
"Call your dad and have him send a helicopter. I'll take you to the hospital right away."
Shen Xingrou scored a point. "Ha, you're not young anymore, and you can't even afford a car. Where do you get all that arrogance every day?"
"Say one more word, and I swear I'll throw you off the fifteenth floor. No need for a hospital—straight to hell." He Su's face darkened as he approached, making as if to bend down and pick her up.
Seeing he was serious, Shen Xingrou panicked.
She shrank back into the couch. "You saved me. When I get back, I'll tell my dad to give you a car."
He Su thought that was a good deal—200,000 plus a car. This delicate little heiress was really worth something.
He grabbed the first-aid kit. "Stick out your leg."
Shen Xingrou felt a bit embarrassed, but remembering he was a doctor, she took off her shoe and sock and extended her leg.
He Su expertly unscrewed the medicine bottle, dipped a cotton swab in the solution, and dabbed it on her swollen ankle. He was rough with his touch, and the girl's eyes brimmed with tears as she gasped. "It hurts."
"Suck it up."
He showed no trace of tenderness.
"Easy..."
The man glanced up, saw her on the verge of tears, and said coldly, "Damn spoiled."
Despite his words, his hand unconsciously softened.
[He Su's love interest is the delicate and adorable Shen Xingrou~]