[Quick Transmigration] Rescue Little White Flower (GL) - Chapter 10: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (10)

Chapter 10: Saving Little White Flower in Workplace (10)

A twist and a kick—two simple moves—left Zhou Yongjia in such pain he questioned his existence.

Gasping, he weakly called for emergency services, glaring at Zhao Xingyue with venomous eyes. “Zhao Xingyue, I’ll make you pay.”

Zhao Xingyue smiled faintly, her eyes cold and devoid of warmth. “I’ll be waiting.”

Meeting her gaze, Zhou Yongjia suddenly shivered without warning.

It wasn’t his fault for fearing her.

In the Underworld, Zhao Xingyue’s job was dealing with failed reincarnated evil spirits like him.

She had obliterated thousands, if not tens of thousands, of such spirits. With so many ghosts vanquished, a natural aura of menace clung to her. Ordinary people couldn’t sense it, but reincarnated evil spirits like Zhou Yongjia found it terrifying.

Having scared Zhou Yongjia enough, Zhao Xingyue turned to leave. Shen Qingwei glanced at him and hurried after her.

Initially, she was thrilled seeing Zhou Yongjia powerless against Zhao Xingyue, but now, looking at his pitiful state, she couldn’t help but worry. “President Zhao, with Zhou Yongjia like this…”

What if he sued Zhao Xingyue for assault?

Though surveillance could prove it was self-defense, wasn’t the force a bit excessive?

Zhao Xingyue pressed the elevator button, raising an eyebrow at Shen Qingwei. “What, scared?”

Shen Qingwei shook her head. “I’m just worried you’ll get into trouble.”

“Don’t worry,” Zhao Xingyue said with a confident chuckle. “I won’t give Zhou Yongjia any leverage against me.”

She acted boldly but never without certainty.

Storming Zhou Yongjia’s room with reporters was one example; beating him today was another.

For the former, she had pinned Zhou Yongjia and his father, knowing they wouldn’t dare sue for the sake of their reputation and safety. She’d contacted the woman involved with Zhou Yongjia afterward, ensuring she got a medical checkup to secure evidence of their encounter. Whether it was prostitution or assault depended on Zhao Xingyue’s word.

As for today, she’d calculated her force precisely. A hospital check would reveal nothing but perhaps some kidney deficiency.

Miasma was a wonderful thing—colorless, formless. Mortals couldn’t detect it, nor could low-level immortals. But a touch of it in someone’s body ensured a miserable life.

They’d only had the appetizer at the Western restaurant before Zhou Yongjia’s arrival ruined their mood. Zhao Xingyue decided to take Shen Qingwei to a private dining restaurant to continue their meal.

The private restaurant was tucked in a deep alley, decorated in a 1920s–30s style. Stepping inside felt like time travel. Beautiful women in qipaos smiled gently at Shen Qingwei, leaving her dazed, barely aware of how she reached her seat.

Only when Zhao Xingyue handed her a thick menu did she snap out of it.

Zhao Xingyue: “Order what you want.”

Shen Qingwei: “Oh… okay, okay.”

The prices at the private restaurant weren’t cheaper than the revolving one—a single dish cost more than her daily wage, making her teeth and heart ache. After flipping through, she ordered the cheapest vegetable dish.

Zhao Xingyue said nothing, just pushed the menu back to the waiter and rattled off four or five dish names.

The waiter smiled warmly, hugging the menu. “Your dishes will be up soon. Please wait.”

Once the waiter left, Shen Qingwei leaned across the table, whispering to Zhao Xingyue, “President Zhao, aren’t the portions here small? I think you ordered too much.”

Zhao Xingyue: “They’re fine. The portions are about right.”

And they were. Unlike the tiny Western restaurant portions Shen Qingwei expected, the dishes were generously sized.

Compared to the Western restaurant, this place had a great value.

Shen Qingwei looked conflicted, wanting to say something but swallowing her words.

After the meal, she hesitated before shyly asking, “President Zhao, does this place offer takeout? I’d like to bring the leftovers home.”

“Sure.” Zhao Xingyue turned to call a waiter for takeout boxes. When they arrived, she pointed at the dishes. “Pack these for yourself. Leave the rest.”

Shen Qingwei noticed the dishes Zhao Xingyue pointed to were ones she hadn’t touched with her chopsticks.

So, President Zhao ordered these dishes just for me?

She scolded herself not to overthink—how could Zhao Xingyue know her tastes?—but her heart bubbled with joy, convinced her guess was right.

After eating, Zhao Xingyue glanced at the time. It was getting late, but she’d promised to drive Shen Qingwei home and wouldn’t break her word.

She opened the car door. “Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

Shen Qingwei caught her checking the time. Already grateful for the meal, she didn’t dare ask for more. “President Zhao, if you’re busy this afternoon, go ahead. I can take the subway.”

Zhao Xingyue glanced at her. “The subway doesn’t allow food. A cab from here to your place is at least 150 for a regular car. You okay with that?”

No way.

Shen Qingwei obediently climbed into the passenger seat with her takeout boxes.

Zhao Xingyue: “Seatbelt.”

Shen Qingwei: “Oh, right, seatbelt.”

As she buckled up, Zhao Xingyue locked the doors. The black sedan glided into S City’s traffic like a dragon.

An hour later, the luxury car stopped at the entrance of an old, rundown neighborhood.

Compared to the dilapidated surroundings, the car looked like a lost traveler, completely out of place.

The door opened, and a woman in professional attire stepped out of the passenger seat, holding a large bag of takeout boxes.

Shen Qingwei bowed. “Thank you, President Zhao, for driving me home.”

Zhao Xingyue was amused by her formality. “You know, you don’t sound like you’re thanking President Zhao—you sound like you’re thanking the imperial army.”

Shen Qingwei grinned, her eyes curving.

The meal had brought them closer. She said, “President Zhao, want to come up for tea?”

The words slipped out, and Shen Qingwei immediately pinched herself.

What nonsense was she saying?

Her shabby little home—would someone like Zhao Xingyue want to visit? Wouldn’t it just make her uncomfortable?

Her sudden invitation caught Zhao Xingyue off guard. Just as Shen Qingwei thought she’d refuse, Zhao Xingyue unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out. “Let’s go.”

The neighborhood was small, the security booth empty, the guard nowhere in sight.

The garden’s plants, untended, grew wild and free.

At the stairwell, Zhao Xingyue glanced up—Unit One.

The hallway was narrow and unlit. After Shen Qingwei shouted a few times to no avail, she said awkwardly, “Sorry, President Zhao, the light here seems broken.”

Zhao Xingyue: “No problem, let’s go.”

The Underworld, to accommodate souls, was darker than this, and she was used to it.

Seeing Zhao Xingyue unbothered, Shen Qingwei relaxed.

They climbed to the sixth floor, where Shen Qingwei inserted a key into a rusty iron door.

Shen Qingwei: “No need to change shoes, we’re not that particular. Sit, I’ll get you tea…” She sat Zhao Xingyue on the sofa, turned on the TV, and headed to the kitchen, picking up the takeout boxes to store in the fridge. “That’s odd, why isn’t Mom back yet… Mom—”

A piercing scream cut through. Zhao Xingyue stood and rushed to the kitchen, finding Shen Qingwei kneeling beside a plainly dressed middle-aged woman lying on the floor.

“Mom, Mom, what’s wrong? Wake up, can you hear me?”

The takeout boxes had spilled. Seeing Shen Qingwei’s panic, Zhao Xingyue hurried over, turned the woman over, checked her breathing, and listened to her chest. Detecting faint breaths but nearly no heartbeat, she straddled Shen’s mother and began CPR before Shen Qingwei could react.

Seeing Shen Qingwei still crying, Zhao Xingyue frowned and ordered, “Call emergency services, quick.”

Shen Qingwei snapped to, fumbling for her phone. “Right, right… emergency.”

The line was busy, the beeping tearing at her heart.

After what felt like forever, a calm, pleasant female voice answered.

Shen Qingwei blurted, “Hello, emergency services? My mom suddenly collapsed… Okay, okay, I understand.”

Hanging up, she said anxiously, “They said there was a major accident on the highway, all ambulances are out. They told me to take her to the hospital myself.”

After checking her heartbeat again, Zhao Xingyue judged it stable enough, bent down, and lifted Shen’s mother into her arms.

Zhao Xingyue: “Grab your mom’s insurance card. I’ll drive you both to the hospital.”

Running several red lights and overtaking countless cars, Zhao Xingyue pulled up to the hospital.

The hospital, recognizing her car’s license plate, rushed out with a stretcher. After placing Shen’s mother on it, doctors and nurses hurriedly wheeled her into the emergency room.

When Zhao Xingyue parked and reached the ER, the operation light was still on.