Scumbag A's Plan to Save the Heroine - Chapter 12

In the bl00d analysis lab, some staff were still working late.

The nurses who had been working overtime were gradually leaving the hospital. It was unclear which careless one had forgotten to close the patient room window.

On this midsummer night, a howling wind slipped through the open window, lifting the sleeping girl’s jet-black hair.

A feather drifted on the wind to the window, gently closing it before vanishing into the air.

The humanoid form of the Truth System stood on the ground outside the room.

As the wind intensified, the sky darkened. Distant thunder rumbled from outer space, threatening to shatter everything within its reach.

The System shouldn’t have a heart, but the Truth System felt a strange ache in its chest—or perhaps it should call it its core program.

What was the most vital organ for humans was, for it, the core program that maintained its operation.

A few raindrops landed on the leaves, making crisp tapping sounds.

It extended its hand, and the raindrops passed through its transparent fingers, nourishing the earth beneath its feet.

“Is it raining?”

The System’s voice trembled.

Dawn.

Sunlight streamed through the leaves, bathing the south-facing room in warmth.

The patient room buzzed with activity as the private hospital sprang into early morning bustle.

Despite Zhi Qiu’s repeated refusals, she couldn’t withstand Doctor Mu’s persistent requests and underwent another examination early that morning.

This time, the medical staff arrived in full force, and the results were available in less than fifteen minutes. Mu Ye, holding the professional bl00d analysis report, let out a sigh of relief.

He handed the report to the girl in the wheelchair, who seemed utterly indifferent to the results. “All your health indicators are perfectly normal,” he said. “Now I can finally give your father a proper report.”

Zhi Qiu took the report, glanced at it briefly, and handed it back. She showed no reaction to the diagnoses from the renowned physicians.

Her parents’ concern for her health stems solely from their need for a healthy Alpha as the family heir. How unfortunate…

Zhi Qiu turned her wheelchair toward the elevator and slowly wheeled herself over.

Downstairs, Shang Wu and a group of bodyguards had been waiting since dawn.

It had rained the previous night, leaving a lingering chill in the air. The rain continued to fall, growing heavier by the minute.

The damp cold was so intense that the other bodyguards had chosen to wait in the cars. Only Shang Wu stood outside, clad in his thin uniform, seemingly impervious to the cold.

The elevator descended slowly. As soon as Zhi Qiu reached the ground floor, she was greeted by Shang Wu.

He took the wheelchair with his left hand and leaned an umbrella against its side with his right.

The other bodyguards gradually emerged from the car, eagerly surrounding Zhi Qiu.

After settling her into the car, Shang Wu anxiously reminded the others of important details.

Today, he had received instructions from President Zhi to accompany Zhi Qiu as an attendant to a banquet hosted by the Fu Family.

Therefore, he had to return to the Zhi Family’s old residence early to await further orders.

Through the car window, Shang Wu gazed worriedly at Zhi Qiu, who was still unwell.

Her face was pale, as if she had just fought a fierce battle against illness.

The car engine roared to life as the bodyguard in the driver’s seat started the vehicle.

Just as the car was about to pull away, the window suddenly rolled down.

A pair of hands extended a card of indeterminate color.

Shang Wu instinctively reached out and took the item from Zhi Qiu’s hand.

It was a deep purple card, embossed with a long string of numbers resembling an invitation code. The alphanumeric sequence, interspersed with various odd symbols, seemed deliberately designed to be difficult to memorize.

Shang Wu lowered his head, his expression unreadable, but his hand gripped the card tightly, as if it were a priceless treasure.

The rolled-down car window perfectly framed the cardholder’s profile. Shang Wu hesitated to meet the Young Miss’s gaze directly, always feeling those eyes saw through everything.

“You’ve been by my side for so many years, it’s time for a promotion. Being just a bodyguard is a waste of your talents. Unfortunately, only my father has access to the Alliance’s gold cards. This purple card will allow you to secure a more significant position within the Alliance.”

The person in the car added with a smile, “But I just came of age and received this purple card. I’m not sure if you’d be willing to stay by my side and contribute to the Zhi Family’s enterprises in the future.”

Overwhelming sorrow or immense joy can both rob a person of their ability to speak.

If it were anyone else, they would likely have already been showering their master with fervent declarations of loyalty. But Shang Wu’s throat felt as if it were blocked, rendering him speechless.

Zhi Qiu, who had known Shang Wu’s true nature in her previous life, didn’t press him. She nodded to the driver, signaling him to start the car.

As the car began to move, the bodyguard in the front seat activated the air conditioning and slowly rolled up the window.

The vehicle glided away. In the biting wind, Shang Wu lowered his hand, still clutching the card.

His voice, barely audible above the wind, whispered, “I’m willing.”

Inside the luxury car, the System, unable to bear the loneliness of being confined to the trunk with the wheelchair, secretly slipped out and transformed into a leaf, landing in Zhi Qiu’s hand.

Summer leaves were all tender green, but the one in Zhi Qiu’s hand carried the exclusive hues of autumn—withered yellow.

The System made no attempt to conceal its knowledge of Zhi Qiu’s past. It bluntly asked, “You knew Shang Wu would betray you in the end. Why did you give him that card? It grants him unrestricted access to the Zhi Family’s records, including your personal information. As your trusted confidant, having that card only makes it easier for him to betray you and earn greater favor from your enemies.”

“Is there a better candidate for a trusted confidant?” Zhi Qiu countered, avoiding a direct answer.

“You…”

The System seemed stung by her nonchalant attitude.

The leaf fluttered restlessly from Zhi Qiu’s hand, drifting toward the window before being snatched back.

“What’s with this tantrum?” Zhi Qiu asked, her anger turning into a mocking laugh as she watched the leaf in her hand being twisted and turned. “If the Shangwu Association betrayed us, what makes you think others wouldn’t? In my previous life, the Zhi Family nearly collapsed, and the bodyguards we’d trained for years fled faster than anyone else. Even though Shang Wu ultimately chose the Song Family, he was the last to leave. So tell me, do you have any better candidates?”

Yezi froze, the System itself unsure where its sudden anger had come from. It simply refused to respond to Zhi Qiu.

Though it remained silent, the System felt a deep sadness at Zhi Qiu’s complete indifference toward this world.

The conversation abruptly ended.

Even knowing the System harbored resentment, Zhi Qiu couldn’t explain further why she struggled to empathize with the original owner’s betrayal.

She didn’t truly belong here; she had merely been chosen by fate to arrive in this world.

In her original world, Zhi Qiu had never been religious. But now, in this new world, she was willing to believe that some divine purpose truly existed—a purpose that had brought her here, a purpose worth abandoning everything for.

At the main gate of Noadon School.

The weather was damp and bitterly cold, with torrential rain pouring down. The meteorological bureau had issued warnings in advance, prompting many public schools to dismiss students early.

But Noadon was different.

Its daily curriculum was planned months in advance. The schedule, including which foreign expert professors would fly to Hua Guo to teach, had been meticulously coordinated by a team over several weeks.

This week, the school had invited an internationally renowned Omega to teach at Noadon. Not only was she an accomplished actuary, but she had also founded her own independent brand, making her a celebrity known for both her talent and character.

Therefore, despite the harsh weather, the heirs of wealthy families were urged by their families to attend classes and strive for excellence.

Raindrops hammered relentlessly against the asphalt road, while the wind howled fiercely from one direction.

Zhi Qiu turned her back to the wind, holding the umbrella steady against the downpour. Her gaze swept across the row of luxury cars and the people disembarking, quickly spotting a familiar figure in the crowd.

Perhaps due to malnutrition, the girl, though eighteen, appeared somewhat gaunt. Her clean school uniform stood out starkly among the sea of designer logos.

The girl, who had been walking quietly and unnoticed through the crowd, seemed to sense something. She lifted her head, and her smoky gray eyes suddenly lit up.

Someone is waiting for you.

This was undoubtedly the most effective way to unleash a person’s potential.

“Zhi Qiu, are you… waiting for me?” Ruan Ye asked, clutching her closed umbrella, slightly out of breath.

Despite her plain school uniform, the girl seemed to have dressed up carefully today. Her high ponytail was neatly tied, and her lips were rosy instead of yesterday’s pale. The only exception was the damp strand of hair at her temple, which had been meticulously styled but was now soaked from her run.

Dry.

As Ruan Ye caught her breath from running, she looked up.

An umbrella shielded her head, and the person in the wheelchair was gently dabbing her wet temple with a handkerchief.

Gentle.

That was the first word that came to her mind.

Perhaps she was too fragile, but Ruan Ye felt her eyes slowly filling with tears.

So, one day, she would meet someone willing to let half their body get soaked just to hold an umbrella for her.

Through the roaring rain, the chaotic footsteps, and the rumbling traffic, she heard that person’s gentle voice whisper to her.

“Why did you run so fast?”