Chapter 220: Chapter 220
Ye Ling watched helplessly as her clothes were torn apart, unable to muster even a bit of strength to resist. Thinking about how she worked so hard after being reborn, it was all about to ruin her life. She couldn’t bear such a blow anymore and screamed sharply.
This piercing scream was like a sword directly stabbing into eardrums, and the four young men in front of her couldn’t stand it, covering their ears and turning their heads away. The young man with a perm sitting astride Ye Ling even swung a slap at her in this situation.
"You bitch," he cursed out loud.
Ye Ling’s face instantly became swollen, showing how strong and painful the slap was. Yet Ye Ling appeared numb, continuing to scream ceaselessly, her voice growing louder. Eventually, the young man on her couldn’t take it and reached to cover her mouth. Ye Ling seized this as a lifeline, glaring fiercely, her eyes even more determined, as if she wanted to tear the person in front of her to pieces. The young man felt the pain and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was bitten tightly. He was genuinely afraid that the flesh on his hand might be bitten off if he exerted force.
"Bitch, let go." His other hand formed a fist, aiming at Ye Ling’s half-face.
Ye Ling was punched so hard that her eyes saw stars but she didn’t let go, biting down fiercely. Her entire world had collapsed, and at this moment she couldn’t hear a sound, couldn’t feel her body. Her mind was occupied with the thought that she mustn’t let go; it was the only thing she wanted to do.
The other three young men saw Ye Ling biting down hard and were scared, resorting to kicking and punching her just to make her let go. But no matter how they beat her, Ye Ling just wouldn’t let go; instead, her eyes widened even more.
The senior students finally heard the screams and listened carefully. Soon, the sound disappeared, leaving them puzzled about what was happening. Xiang Weilai put down what was in his hands, got up, and walked towards the other side of the artificial river’s rockery. Liu Zhiyuan glanced over and followed. When they both left, Sun Mingjie and Dong Haoyu also came along. As a result, a large group of the senior students followed. When they turned the corner and saw the scene before them, everyone gasped.
"Stop!" Liu Zhiyuan shouted first.
Before others could react, Xiang Weilai had already taken big strides forward. Seeing people coming, the young men intensified their kicking and punching to get Ye Ling to let go and leave. But Ye Ling just wouldn’t release her grip. Within moments, Xiang Weilai had reached them and, without a word, kicked at a few people, especially enraged upon seeing Ye Ling’s torn clothes, his eyes red as if he wanted to kill.
As Xiang Weilai sprinted forward, Liu Zhiyuan followed. Sun Mingjie and the others naturally wouldn’t ignore Ye Ling, taking large steps to catch up. The kids in the compound, who had all trained in the military, found it no difficulty to deal with a few hooligans. Except for the one riding on Ye Ling, the other three were knocked to the ground.
Liu Zhiyuan and the others each stepped on one of them to prevent them from getting up, while Xiang Weilai went to pull the perm-haired young man off Ye Ling. This young man frantically punched Ye Ling’s face, "Bitch, let go! Damn it, let go!"
The fact was the young man didn’t want to escape, but Ye Ling’s biting prevented him from standing up. Seeing Xiang Weilai fiercely attacking, he didn’t care, using all his strength to pull him off. Clearly, it was the middle of this exchange, and the young man howled in pain, thrown aside by Xiang Weilai.
The young man’s hand continuously bled, his hand missing a chunk of flesh, rolling on the ground screaming in pain, while other senior students were called by Liu Zhiyuan to pin down the four young men.
When Xiang Weilai saw Ye Ling treated like that by four hooligans, he couldn’t think of anything else. His eyes held only Ye Ling. He was really terrified, thinking if he hadn’t heard Ye Ling’s voice and come to check, what would have happened.
He didn’t dare to think further, holding the shocked and screaming Ye Ling tightly, softly comforting her, "It’s okay now, it’s okay. It’s me, Ye Ling, look, it’s me. I’m Xiang Weilai."
Ye Ling’s mouth bled, her vacant eyes screaming, her swollen face distorted, clothes torn, her fair neck and shoulders marked with pain, making those present feel heartache. Any girl encountering such a thing couldn’t handle it. Usually, Ye Ling seemed stubborn to others, but now she was just a vulnerable little girl.
Watching his friend hold Ye Ling gently, Liu Zhiyuan unconsciously clenched his fists tightly, turning away without another glance.
Xiang Weilai held her tightly, sensing the trembling body, looking back at the crowd, "Who has a jacket?"
A male student stepped forward, offering his jacket. Xiang Weilai, using one hand to keep Ye Ling close, took the jacket with the other, covering Ye Ling snugly. Zhao Guodong and the others who went boating finally returned.
As they squeezed through the crowd, "What’s going on?"
"Why are you holding Ye Ling? Let go!" Zhao Guodong initially didn’t know the situation and then, seeing Xiang Weilai holding Ye Ling, shouted furiously.
Xiang Weilai ignored him, lifting Ye Ling in a princess carry, instructing Liu Zhiyuan, "Take these four to the police station first. I’ll take her back to the compound, get her awake, and then ask what happened."
Liu Zhiyuan nodded, casting a glance over Ye Ling’s body, "Go ahead, leave this to me."
"What’s happening?" Zhao Guodong tried to rush forward but was pulled back by Zhang Linong.
Zhang Linong tugged Zhao Guodong, stepping forward to Xiang Weilai, "Leave her to us."
"Handing her to you got it to this point?" Xiang Weilai coldly smiled at the three, walking off with Ye Ling in his arms, the crowd automatically giving way.
"Damn it, what happened exactly?" Zhao Guodong finally saw Ye Ling’s hollow eyes and ceaseless repetition of ’Don’t’ in Xiang Weilai’s arms, feeling a sharp pain twisting his heart, hurting his breath. Original content can be found at novel·fıre·net
Zhang Linong pressed his lips tightly, watching Xiang Weilai’s departing figure, no longer caring about Zhao Guodong beside him, his heart having left him when Xiang Weilai held Ye Ling.
And Sun Mingjie finally found his moment for revenge, vividly recounting what had just happened, clicking his tongue at the end, "... Ye Ling’s reputation is truly ruined now. Don’t mention marriage; just because of this one incident, her name bears a stain, such a pity for someone so strong." (To be continued. If you work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)