Cang Ming

Chapter 384 The Little Princess

Shao Cheng easily pulled the person out of the car, his movements somewhat rough.

Song Xi kept shouting from the side, "Slow down, be gentle, don't hurt her."

Shao Cheng retorted expressionlessly, "She's a person, not a porcelain doll."

"Then be slow!"

Trouble.

He should have known not to meddle in this business.

After finally getting Ge Baitao out, it was difficult to get a taxi, and the three of them were left shivering in the cold wind for a full ten minutes.

Shao Cheng's expression grew darker. "...Couldn't we have waited inside the car?"

Song Xi suddenly realized, "Oh, right! Sorry, I just woke up, my brain isn't working properly yet."

So, Shao Cheng began to huff and puff, shoving Ge Baitao into the car, with Song Xi's incessant chatter in between.

Once inside the car, Song Xi suddenly said, "Why did we need a taxi? Couldn't you have given us a ride?"

Shao Cheng: "..."

Damn it, he hadn't thought of that and had wasted an hour here!

Shao Cheng shot Song Xi a glare, suddenly feeling that calling her was a mistake. She was making his IQ plummet at this late hour.

To avoid any further mishaps, Shao Cheng secretly sent Lou Yuming a WeChat message.

Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at the hotel entrance. As Song Xi reached out, the car door opened by itself.

"So late, where have you been?"

A deep voice sounded even more magnetic in the night.

Song Xi froze, and subconsciously looked at Shao Cheng, who was in the driver's seat. Perhaps feeling guilty, he didn't dare to look at her.

Outside the car, Lou Yuming said in a low voice, "Get out."

Although Song Xi was a little unhappy, she still got out of the car. "Why are you here?"

"Were you guys drinking?"

Lou Yuming leaned closer to her and sniffed. He didn't smell any alcohol on her, and his furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

"I didn't drink," Song Xi retorted. Knowing full well that Shao Cheng had informed on her, she still directly revealed it, "He told you, didn't he?"

Shao Cheng pretended not to hear.

Lou Yuming glanced ahead, then slowly shifted his gaze back. "Who cares who said it. You're coming back so late, aren't you afraid of encountering danger?"

After saying that, he lightly patted her head, with a hint of reprimand.

"Ouch!" Song Xi reacted intensely, unexpectedly.

Lou Yuming initially thought she was acting, but then felt something was wrong. He reached out, but before he could touch Song Xi, she immediately dodged.

"What's going on?" he asked Shao Cheng, his face grim.

"She... accidentally hit her head on the car roof," Shao Cheng said, not daring to turn around.

Lou Yuming's face immediately turned dark. He pulled Song Xi forward. "Come on, let's get a hot water bottle to apply."

Song Xi tried to break free. "Taozi..."

"Shao Cheng!" Lou Yuming suddenly roared. "Carry her over here!"

Shao Cheng: "..."

With him so angry, Song Xi didn't dare to say anything more, only unable to understand the reason for his sudden anger.

...

Lou Yuming asked the front desk for a hot water bottle. Song Xi didn't dare to trouble him and reached for it, but he restrained her hand, his voice stern. "Don't move around. What if you have a concussion!"

"..." It's not that serious.

Lou Yuming knew from her expression that she had probably already forgotten about her previous concussion. She really was forgetful.

He took off his hat and tentatively touched the spot with his hand.

"Hiss—"

Lou Yuming frowned and instinctively lightened his touch. This time, Song Xi didn't cry out in pain.

The bump was quite large. Lou Yuming's expression gradually turned serious. "To the hospital."

"No!"

Song Xi collapsed onto the bed. "I'm sleepy. Oh, is it okay to leave Taozi with Shao Cheng?"

"You should be more concerned about yourself," Lou Yuming said. "Get up, don't put pressure on your head."

Song Xi found him overly fussy but still turned over, burying her face in the pillow.

His movements were clumsy, as if he was afraid of touching her. Sometimes, when he accidentally touched her, Song Xi endured it without making a sound, considering that this was already extraordinary for Lou Yuming.

"What did you do to Taozi?" Song Xi remembered that in the car earlier, although Taozi was asleep, she was muttering curses. Song Xi leaned in and heard the name "Lou Yuming."

Lou Yuming paused slightly and denied it. "What could I do to her?"

That was true. Taozi was Ge Lao's granddaughter, so he wouldn't dare do anything.

"What about Shao Cheng..."

Lou Yuming interrupted her. "He's a doctor. He knows how to take care of people better than you do."

"But..."

"You're asking so many questions, it seems your head doesn't hurt. Since we still have some time, why don't we do something else?"

He was openly threatening her, and Song Xi was susceptible to his tactics. She immediately closed her eyes in fear. "I'm sleepy, I'm sleepy!"

Lou Yuming's gaze lingered on her, and he smiled helplessly.

Meanwhile, in the room next door.

Ge Baitao had vomited, and worse, on the bed.

Shao Cheng's temples throbbed. Just after he finished calling the front desk, Ge Baitao suddenly became manic and lunged at him.

Shao Cheng had never encountered someone who acted so wild when drunk.

This little princess of the Ge family truly lived up to her reputation; she was a handful when she got rowdy.

"Get down," Shao Cheng said, his face darkening. If it were any other ordinary person, he would have thrown her out by now.

But Ge Baitao was the pearl of the Ge family, and she couldn't be dropped or bumped.

He was at his wit's end with her, more troublesome than the most difficult patients in the emergency room.

"I won't!" Ge Baitao clung to him like a sloth.

Shao Cheng's face was stern, his cold gaze chilling to the bone.

He deeply regretted going to the bar tonight.

Fortunately, the service staff arrived quickly and arranged another room.

Ge Baitao seemed to have tired herself out and was fast asleep on the bed.

Shao Cheng looked at the stain on his chest with a dark expression and rolled his eyes. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he said, "Book another room."

"Yes."

"And," he looked back at Ge Baitao on the bed, his expression grim. "Help her change her clothes."

"Yes, sir."

The next day.

When Ge Baitao woke up, she felt weak all over, as if she had done two hundred sit-ups and five hundred jumping jacks.

She couldn't recall what had happened yesterday, only that her head was pounding. But the next moment, the emptiness of her clothes made her realize something.

She looked around in a panic, and then a scream pierced the sky.