The Guide to Rising to Power: The Ultimate Schemes of a Green Tea Beauty

The situation was quickly brought under control, and medical personnel were assigned to the entourage to prevent any unforeseen circumstances.

A doctor in a white coat quickly stepped forward with a medicine box, ready to treat the wound on Shen Yao's neck.

However, Shen Yao clung tightly to Lu Xiuting, refusing to let go no matter how gently the medical staff tried to comfort her.

It was as if only this man, who exuded a dangerous aura yet had just "saved" her, could give her a sense of security.

Lu Xiuting's patience finally ran out.

He handles cases swiftly and decisively, and he hates this kind of tedious and drawn-out process the most.

The warm, soft body in his arms and the subtle touches stirred a strange, irritating fire within him.

"Let go!"

His voice deepened, carrying a commanding tone. He suddenly tightened his grip, his fingers digging into Shen Yao's slender arm, as if trying to tear her off him.

"Ah!" Shen Yao cried out in pain, both shocked and frightened. She instinctively struggled, flailing her arms and legs like a cat that refused to give in.

In the chaos, her soft, moist lips inadvertently brushed against Lu Xiuting's exposed skin outside his collar.

The sensation was like a faint electric current, quickly passing through Lu Xiuting's neck and rushing straight to his brain.

Lu Xiuting's body stiffened abruptly, and the nameless fire within him suddenly burned even brighter!

He practically gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to throw this woman who was oblivious to his presence who was rubbing against him, and instead used even more force to half-lift and half-carry her as he pressed her down onto the nearby lounge chair.

He leaned down, his handsome face close to hers.

The previous nonchalance was gone from those deep eyes, replaced by coldness and impatience. His tone was cold and hard, carrying a touch of his uniquely reckless and wicked charm.

"Miss, get this straight, I'm not your husband! Are you going to get down yourself, or am I going to throw you down?"

His words were blunt and, coupled with his handsome yet fiercely cold face, were enough to frighten an ordinary young girl into tears.

Shen Yao is no ordinary girl.

Her face instantly switched to a terrified expression, and she abruptly released her grip on his clothes, as if hurt by his words or intimidated by his fierce demeanor.

Her slender shoulders trembled violently, her large eyes quickly filled with tears that threatened to spill, her lips quivered, and her face was as pale as paper.

The girl was huddled in the chair, looking extremely weak, helpless, and pitiful.

She didn't speak, but looked at Lu Xiuting timidly with her tear-filled eyes, as if he were a bully who was bullying a weak woman.

Lu Xiuting: "..."

Looking at her as if she had suffered a great injustice, a vein throbbed on his forehead, and he felt a headache coming on.

What kind of situation is this?

He was clearly saving people, so why does he seem like the villain?

This woman's mood changes faster than turning the pages of a book!

He sat up irritably, rubbed his temples, waved at the somewhat bewildered medical staff beside him, and spoke in an unfriendly tone:

"What are you all standing there for? Quickly treat her wounds!"

The medical staff then realized what was happening and quickly went to disinfect and apply medicine to Shen Yao.

Shen Yao sat obediently, letting the medical staff do as they pleased. Occasionally, she would gasp slightly due to the stimulation of the medicine, and tears would finally fall down her cheeks, making her even more pitiful.

Lu Xiuting stood to the side with his arms crossed, his face still grim, but he didn't say anything more.

But when his gaze occasionally swept over the glaring red mark on her slender neck and her tear-streaked face, a strange irritation seemed to be mixed with an indescribable emotion.

That woman is such a troublemaker!

The medical staff efficiently disinfected and applied a bandage to the wound on Shen Yao's neck, gave her a few instructions, and then stepped aside.

Looking at the girl in front of him who had finally quieted down but was still huddled in the chair like a frightened quail, Lu Xiuting took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed the irritation in his heart.

He told himself that, as a "public servant," he still had to go through the proper procedures for handling the aftermath.

Thinking this, he walked to the chair in front of Shen Yao, but instead of sitting down, he impatiently bent his long legs and squatted down in front of her, trying to make his line of sight level with hers to reduce the feeling of oppression.

This posture made his tall figure appear somewhat cramped, but he didn't care.

"Hey," he said, his voice still a bit harsh, trying to sound businesslike, "what's your name? How old are you?"

Shen Yao's reaction once again surprised him.

Instead of answering, she raised her eyes, which were still misty from crying, and looked at him timidly.

That look in his eyes was incredibly complex.

There was lingering fear, a sense of bewilderment after surviving a catastrophe, but even more so, an untimely sense of dependence, as if he were the only person she could rely on at that moment.

She looked at her husband just like she would her own husband!

Lu Xiuting was disgusted by the analogy that popped into his head, and then became even more irritable.

What's wrong with this woman?

He was so mean to her just now, shouldn't she be terrified of him?

Those watery, timid eyes looked like she was being bullied badly in bed and looked so wronged!

He was getting increasingly angry at his own absurd associations, and his tone became even more aggressive: "Speak! How big?"

Shen Yao seemed startled by his sudden increase in tone, her shoulders hunching slightly before she softly replied in a low, tearful voice, "Eighteen."

eighteen?

Lu Xiuting was stunned and subconsciously began to scrutinize her face.

I didn't get a good look at her earlier because of the urgency, but now that I'm closer, I can see that the girl's face does indeed still have a touch of childishness.

Her skin was so tender it looked like you could squeeze water out of it, and although her features were excessively delicate, the youthful innocence in her eyes and brows was undeniable.

"Damn it!" he cursed inwardly.

Only eighteen?

At such a young age, how did she learn such seductive skills?

He had seen all sorts of people while handling cases, and had long since developed a keen eye for detail.

He was blinded by lust for a moment, but he's come to his senses now.

The girl had just clung to him and refused to get down, and now she was looking at him with those eyes. If you said it was all because she was scared, Lu Xiuting would be the first to disbelieve it!

There's definitely an element of acting involved!

But the thing is, she actually acted it out so convincingly!

Especially with that innocent, overly beautiful face, and that fresh scar on his neck that he indirectly caused...

Lu Xiuting abruptly stood up, looking down at her, his tone cold and hard as he drew a line between himself and her:

"You're eighteen, so focus on your studies! Stop thinking about all that nonsense!"

His words were pointed, but he didn't want to say it outright.

Shen Yao trembled again at his shout, lowered her head, and whispered in defense, "I, I was just at school..."

Seeing her "If you dare to be mean to me, I'll cry" attitude, Lu Xiuting was completely speechless.

He irritably ran his fingers through his hair, then turned to his subordinate and gave instructions:

"Check her identity and contact her family or friends to pick her up! Get this trouble—no, get her out of here quickly!"

He really didn't want to spend another second with this seemingly delicate girl who was actually like a little devil!