The two of them elsewhere had not noticed the arguments online.
The car slowly pulled up to the courtyard gate. Lu Mingxu turned and saw Wen Yanyu's deathly pale face, then quickly opened the car door and stepped out.
The two went inside.
A figure suddenly rushed over from the doorway.
"Bro Lu!" Sang Yu threw herself at the man who had just entered and hugged him tight, her voice thick with tears. "Are you okay?"
Lu Mingxu instantly stiffened. Coming to his senses, he rather awkwardly pulled the girl hugging him away.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
Sang Yu's eyes were red, and she would not let it go. "Why did you go in with him? Are you stupid? What did you follow him in there for? Do you know how worried I was?"
She cried as she spoke, her tears refusing to stop.
"What if something had happened to you? Did you think about what I would do?"
Lu Mingxu stood there looking embarrassed and at a loss, barely managing to keep some distance between them.
Wen Yanyu walked around the two at the doorway and went inside to drink some water, then tried to rummage through his bag for his medicine.
"Yanyu!"
Another large hand grabbed the hand he was reaching out with. He stumbled and nearly fell, only to be steadied securely.
A trembling voice sounded beside his ear.
"That man had a knife. What were you playing the hero for? If that knife had hit you, how many blows could that body of yours have taken?"
Duan Mufeng scolded him in a low, reproachful voice, looking him over from head to toe. Only after finally confirming that he had no external injuries did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Wen Yanyu froze for a moment, then tried to struggle free of his grip.
Duan Mufeng realized it too and quickly let go of the young man.
"S-sorry. I-I got scared." The man's expression was stiff, his eyes darting wildly away.
With the trending topic still on the rankings, the livestream's popularity had reached unprecedented heights, with millions flocking over to watch the drama.
[Xiao Yu's worried sick! Old Lu, hurry up and comfort her! Hurry! Sob, sob, hugs for Xiao Yu. Xiao Yu's cried her eyes red.]
[Honestly, what Wen Yanyu did was pretty bad. If he'd accidentally dragged innocent people around him into it... I don't even know what to say.]
[Agreed.]
[??? I don't recall my baby asking Lu Mingxu to follow him? He ran back alone, and he did save them.]
[Has this chat gone mad? He actually subdued a knife-wielding attacker. The police statement is still fresh and right there. You can run away yourself, but you can't say someone else was wrong for stepping up to help. Today it was those women there; tomorrow it could be you or me. Instead of condemning the attacker, you're criticizing the person who saved them. You're the ones I don't even know what to say about.]
[Can't be bothered arguing. Next time that knife lands on certain people, they'll learn.]
[Lmao, they sure will. Just don't cry and beg someone to save you then.]
[Why does my baby look so pale? Did he get hurt earlier?]
[That damned production team! Why didn't they take my Bunny Baby to the hospital first?! Why did they bring my baby straight back to film the show?!]
His whole body hurt, and the buzzing in his ears would not stop. Wen Yanyu shook his head. "I'm fine."
He turned and shook a small handful of painkillers out of the bottle, shoved them all into his mouth at once, then unscrewed a water bottle and washed the pills down his throat.
Duan Mufeng exclaimed, "?! What are you taking?!!!"
"Yanyu! Are you okay?! Let me..."
Jiang Keyan charged in from outside, intending to give him a bear hug, only to stumble and crash straight into Wen Yanyu as he was swallowing his pills.
The collision made him choke violently on the water that had just reached his throat, sending it surging back up along with the pills. Amid his violent coughing, the pills and water lodged in his throat.
Wen Yanyu instinctively bent over and coughed hard. As luck would have it, the dizziness and pain that had yet to subside came crashing over him at that very moment.
Agonizing pain and that familiar suffocating sensation drowned out all his senses. His legs buckled, and he collapsed.
Duan Mufeng's pupils contracted sharply in fright. He swore and hurriedly caught him as he fell, reaching out to pound the young man's back.
"Spit them out! Quick!"
Wen Yanyu could no longer make out what the people around him were saying. Something was lodged in his throat, and he could not draw breath.
The corners of his eyes were scarlet. His body instinctively coughed furiously, reflexive tears smeared his face, and his fingers spasmed uncontrollably.
"Ah! Fuck! Help! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Baby, are you okay?! Help! Aunt Jiang! Aaaah! Help!! Aunt Jiang! Aaaah! Help him, quick!"
Jiang Keyan hastily steadied herself. Watching him struggle to breathe, she was so frightened she nearly blurred into a mass of pixels.
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