Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 3

The first thing Luo Qinghan saw when she opened her eyes was Yan Shuangfei’s sleeping face.

Shuangfei’s long hair was messily spread across her neck, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, her nose delicate and prominent. Her breathing was so faint it was barely audible.

As if sensing Luo Qinghan’s gaze, Shuangfei opened her eyes, smiled softly, and pulled Luo Qinghan into her arms.

Luo Qinghan’s soft figure pressed against Shuangfei’s thin chest, her ribs sharp and prominent. Luo Qinghan’s hand moved to Shuangfei’s bare back, where old wounds had healed but left rough scars.

Suddenly struck by a vengeful impulse, Luo Qinghan dug her nails into one of the thick scars and twisted along its path. Warm bl00d quickly seeped through her fingers.

Shuangfei’s body trembled, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she held Luo Qinghan even tighter, pressing her thin chest firmly against Luo Qinghan’s softness without causing her any discomfort.

Consumed by a strange bloodthirsty feeling, Luo Qinghan stared at the face marked by the distinct traits of the Yan family. Hatred surged within her.

Ignoring everything, she tore open more scars. The person beside her was breathing harder and harder but still didn’t resist, simply holding her in silence.

Her hand continued to wander, savoring the sensation of fresh bl00d soaking through. Suddenly, she felt something thickly wrapped at Shuangfei’s lower back.

What kind of injury is this? It’s not healed yet? No wonder she refused to let me touch her waist yesterday.

Yesterday… Luo Qinghan’s face flushed slightly at the memory but didn’t stop. Instead, curiosity prompted her to tug at the bandage. Using more force, she felt the person beside her shudder violently.

Interesting.

Luo Qinghan pressed harder, enjoying how Shuangfei’s breath quivered, even hearing her gasp in pain.

Finally, Luo Qinghan pulled the bandage off entirely. The wound beneath it gushed bl00d as she’d anticipated, her hands slick with warmth.

Shuangfei’s tight embrace suddenly slackened.

Her limp hand fell to the side, and her breathing became almost imperceptible.

Luo Qinghan sat up calmly, dressed herself, and got out of bed.

Lifting the blanket, she saw the white bedsheets soaked in bl00d, the red stain spreading further.

Shuangfei lay on the bed, her brows tightly furrowed, her pale face twitching involuntarily, veins bulging at her temples.

Outside, the morning sun was bright and cheerful, but it couldn’t dispel the room’s crimson scene, as vivid as a sunset.

Carefully, Luo Qinghan washed her hands clean, though the sweet, metallic smell of bl00d lingered—it was Shuangfei’s bl00d.

After finishing everything methodically, she picked up her phone and called, “Doctor.”

Yan Shuangfei ended up staying at the Luo residence. She hadn’t brought much with her, but that didn’t matter—Luo Qinghan had already prepared everything.

Yan Shuangfei, that spoiled second-generation heir, clearly didn’t know how to take care of herself. Luo Qinghan sighed in frustration. The ill-fitting clothes she wore were another sign of her laziness.

“Shuangfei,” Luo Qinghan called after returning from work, her arms laden with shopping bags. Handing the bags to the maid, she walked toward Shuangfei, who was wreaking havoc in the garden.

This troublemaker—she couldn’t even behave while recovering.

Luo Qinghan smiled helplessly and took Shuangfei’s hand, leading her back to the room.

“Look at the new clothes I got you.” Luo Qinghan began placing the garments neatly into the wardrobe. “You’re not allowed to say they’re ugly.”

Shuangfei scratched her head sheepishly, looking at her. “They’re beautiful. Anything you pick is perfect.”

“Sweet talker.” Luo Qinghan pouted but couldn’t hide her delight.

“Well…” Shuangfei hesitated before speaking. “My wounds are mostly healed. I need to go back for a bit.”

Luo Qinghan didn’t look up as she continued organizing. “Then go. But if I see you hurt again, I’ll skin you alive when you come back!”

She deliberately spoke in a stern tone, making Shuangfei grin sheepishly.

“Got it, Miss Luo,” Shuangfei replied, planting a light kiss on Luo Qinghan’s lips. Her hand, however, began to wander eagerly toward Luo Qinghan’s chest.

“Not now.” Luo Qinghan gently slapped away Yan Shuangfei’s mischievous hand. “The gunshot wound on your waist hasn’t healed yet. No exceptions!”

Yan Shuangfei withdrew his hand reluctantly, carefully observing Luo Qinghan’s expression. Her face was calm, and there wasn’t the slightest hint of hesitation or hidden desire in her gaze. It was clear she wasn’t playing coy.

Feeling a little dissatisfied, he thought to himself: I’m heading out soon, and it’ll probably take a few days to handle everything. If I can’t vent this frustration, it might just drive me crazy.

“Why did you drive the car here?” Luo Qinghan glanced out the window at the towering building. It was the Yan family headquarters, where all their official operations took place—also the place Yan Shuangfei spent most of his time.

“Didn’t Miss Luo tell me to come here?”

Did I? Had she been so lost in thoughts of him that she absentmindedly told the driver to come to this place?

Oh well, since I’m here, might as well go with it. Luo Qinghan gave a self-deprecating smile, adjusted her professional outfit, and stepped out of the car, walking toward the Yan headquarters.

“I’m here to see Yan Shuangfei.”

The man guarding the entrance was unusually rough-looking, wearing just a short-sleeved shirt stretched taut over his bulging muscles.

Every time she saw him, Luo Qinghan wondered if she could poke him with a needle to see if he’d deflate like a balloon.

It reminded her of the goldfish she had as a child, with their puffy gills. She’d always had the urge to squeeze them.

Perhaps her violent tendencies had been there all along.

“Tell Yan Shuangfei that Luo Qinghan is here to see her,” Luo Qinghan said clearly. Maybe it was her cold and commanding demeanor, or perhaps it was the sheer reputation of the Luo family head, but the man didn’t hesitate. He turned and went to deliver the message.

“The boss isn’t seeing anyone right now,” the man returned respectfully. He’d been around long enough to know there were some people he couldn’t afford to offend.

“She said that herself?” Luo Qinghan frowned. When had she gotten so full of herself? Maybe she needed a reminder of who was in charge.

“No…” the man began to explain.

“Quickly, invite Miss Luo inside!” Su Cheng hurried over. He had been the one tasked with gathering information on Luo Qinghan in the past, so he knew better than anyone how important she was to the boss.

“But…” the man hesitated.

“No buts,” Su Cheng interrupted sharply. “Neglecting Miss Luo is a mistake neither you nor I can afford.”

Luo Qinghan watched the exchange coldly. It seemed they were all quite afraid of Yan Shuangfei.

The guard cautiously led the way, and the sound of Luo Qinghan’s heels echoed sharply in the empty corridor.

The Yan headquarters was eerily quiet. Everyone seemed focused on their work, and at first glance, it looked like any other well-run company. But the oppressive air among the employees, with their hardened, almost feral expressions, gave away the darker truth.

As they turned a corner, the man whispered, “The boss only came back early this morning and spent the entire morning dealing with matters. She just went to sleep not long ago.”

“Miss Luo, this is as far as I can take you. The boss has a strict rule against being disturbed while resting. If she’s woken up…”

The burly man’s face showed genuine fear, and he didn’t dare finish his sentence.

Luo Qinghan nodded, unwilling to make things harder for him. Without another word, she opened the door herself and stepped inside.