Chapter 218: The Medicinal Power Wanes

A man was leaning against the wall in a back alley, vomiting. Song Qingtian wanted to go over, but when she saw him throwing up, she stopped.

He slowly looked at Song Qingtian—this was the very person who had just struck up a conversation with her.

“There’s someone chasing me from behind. Could you cover for me?”

With that, Song Qingtian gave him a little push and took off running. He did indeed step in to block the pursuer, and soon enough, someone came charging after them. Pointing toward the entrance of the alley, he said, “Over there!”

Qin Xiaotian’s men all rushed in that direction, and only then did Song Qingtian emerge from her hiding spot. But she felt a bit dizzy, so she tapped her head.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“I can’t quite put it into words—it doesn’t feel right.”

Song Qingtian could barely stand, nearly toppling over.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her, and she collapsed into his embrace.

He glanced around the alley, then hoisted her onto his shoulders and carried her away.

Once they were out of the narrow passage, he tossed her into the car and revved the engine, speeding off.

The car sped along, but instead of heading to some fancy hotel or villa, it pulled over in a dark, secluded spot. He stepped out and walked over to Song Qingtian.

She was set down on the ground, and he began to unbutton his pants. But rather than immediately assaulting her, he first took off his belt, planning to whip her good and proper before moving on to the real business.

Just as he brought the belt down for the first strike, Song Qingtian jerked awake from the pain.

He let out a sinister chuckle, his eyes gleaming with malice.

“Today is your day to die.”

With that, he raised the belt again, ready to beat and torment her.

But Song Qingtian wasn’t one to be easily bullied. She launched a sweeping leg from the ground, catching him completely off guard—she’d still been conscious after all!

Still, he wasn’t about to lose his composure. He sprang to his feet, intent on finishing her off, and sweat broke out on her forehead.

She hadn’t expected it—the medicine she’d taken earlier hadn’t worked very well at all.

She bit her lip, pulled out her phone, and tried calling Ling Hanyu. No answer; by now, he’d already delivered the second blow.

That really pissed Song Qingtian off. She hurled her phone at him with all her might.

Then she charged forward, punching and kicking.

Even though she was weak, she managed to grapple with him until exhaustion finally forced her to fall. Seizing the opportunity, he lunged in—but was kicked right off her.

Seeing this, Song Qingtian breathed a sigh of relief as Qin Xiaotian appeared.

Qin Xiaotian led his men, including the Old Steward, their grim expressions fixed on the man who’d just been kicked away.

One of Qin’s people hurried over to pin him down, and without hesitation, the Old Steward jabbed a bamboo pole straight into the guy’s crotch.

The sound of his agonized screams was so ear-splitting, like a pig being slaughtered, that even Song Qingtian was terrified.

Qin Xiaotian picked up Song Qingtian and cast a glance at the assailant, then turned to the detectives who’d followed in pursuit, as well as Shen Conghao.

Shen Conghao said, “Hand him over to me.”

“You?”

Qin Xiaotian chuckled. “You can get lost!”

No one else knew what kind of person Shen Conghao was, but Qin Xiaotian did—and he had no idea how Shen had become involved in this mess.

Holding Song Qingtian tightly, Qin Xiaotian sped off.

Despite the detectives’ attempts to stop him, they couldn’t catch up.

The nearest place was the Imperial Night City, so Qin Xiaotian headed straight there, carrying Song Qingtian in his arms.

Song Qingtian was restless. She knew the medicine had worked, but this time the dose the other party had given her was far too strong, so only part of its effect had worn off.

She looked up at Qin Xiaotian and said, “Give me my phone.”

Qin Xiaotian ordered someone to fetch it, but he kept holding Song Qingtian as he climbed into the car.

Once inside, Song Qingtian couldn’t settle down. Qin Xiaotian noticed how uncomfortable she was, so he gently lifted her chin and said, “If you can’t help yourself… I’ll give it to you right now.”

Sweat beaded on her forehead as she struggled to stay calm, turning her face away.

Then she started pressing herself against Qin Xiaotian, breathing heavily.

Qin Xiaotian was anxious to get home, too. All the way, he held her tightly in his arms.

Even the driver seemed a bit agitated, and the car sped along at breakneck pace.

When they reached the back gate of the Imperial Night City, Qin Xiaotian carried her straight up to the penthouse.

Song Qingtian was feeling increasingly unwell, her daze growing deeper and deeper.

Back on the top floor, Qin Xiaotian set her down, and she was already starting to feel hot.

Looking at her, he decided to call a doctor—but the Old Steward stopped him. “Young Master, this is an opportunity. If we miss it, there won’t be another chance.”

Before Qin Xiaotian could respond, the Old Steward had already slipped out the door, which slammed shut and locked from the inside.

Qin Xiaotian turned to stare at the door, clearly displeased. “You…”

“Young Master, lives are at stake—there’s no choice. Who can we possibly find in time? And even if we do, can we really trust them?”

The Old Steward’s words resonated deeply with Qin Xiaotian.

Turning around, he looked at Song Qingtian—and to his astonishment, she had sat up, staring right at him.

Her gaze was hazy, almost dreamy, like that of a young girl!

Without thinking twice, Qin Xiaotian walked over to her.

End of Chapter 218: The Medicinal Power Wanes