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The breeze in Qiu Min was slightly cool, different from the scent of Washing City; it had a dry, astringent quality that made it hard to breathe.
Now, Jufeng felt just like that, as if a heavy stone were pressing down on his chest, and his face grew increasingly purple.
"How can you still make light of this? If you had come any later, you wouldn't have seen your old classmate. Cough cough!"
With each of Jufeng's words, he coughed up blood, a pitiful sight that would have brought tears of sympathy from any ordinary person. However, the person who arrived next did not react that way.
Her long legs were slender and straight, and her exquisite sneakers were delicate. With a waist as slender as a willow and long hair cascading down to her waist, she was a woman whose figure and appearance rivaled Sister Five. Yet, unlike the five sisters, this woman possessed an enchanting allure that could captivate anyone.
Sister Five's beauty resembled pure spring snow, while this woman was suitable for both the elegance of spring and the rustic charm of the countryside.
In ancient Huaguo, there was a poet renowned for saying "light makeup or heavy makeup both suit her," which could now be applied to this woman's beauty among the masses.
The woman casually tucked her handgun behind her waist and quickly walked over to Jufeng, gently helping him to sit on the sofa.
"Did you miss me? It's been several years since we last met, and you didn't even send a word. Now that we meet again, you're looking half-dead. It seems you've been struggling these past few years."
"We're old friends; why tear me down like this?"
The woman feigned anger, clearly harboring deep resentment towards Jufeng. He could only helplessly play along and didn’t dare to retort too much as she assisted him onto the sofa.
"Honestly, it's mainly because I've been foolish this year—foolish from head to toe."
As soon as Jufeng finished speaking, the room fell into a brief silence. The window on the third floor was broken, allowing the cool breeze to find its way in forcefully.
Thus, in September's golden winds, a chill swept through the room.
"Snow Moon, you're all grown up now. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Jufeng's voice floated through the room with the tail end of the cold wind. Snow Moon paused for a moment upon hearing this and then let out a loud shout that echoed throughout the space, instinctively scaring away all traces of the cold breeze.
"Ahhhh!!! It hurts, it hurts!!! I won't ask anymore, just let go."
Hearing Jufeng's plea, Snow Moon finally removed her delicate hand from his ear, but not before shaking her fist in front of him as a threat. The adorable gesture was quite at odds with her cold demeanor.
Snow is the messenger of winter; the moon is the enchantress of the night. She was born on a snowy night, hence her name, Snow Moon.
With skin whiter than snow, eyes as bright as the moon, and beauty that could captivate the world, her full name is Flower Snow Moon. However, aside from a select few, no one dared to call her by those words because she had a more famous nickname, similar to Jufeng's "madman," known as Fiery Beauty.
In the capital city, there exists a Fiery Beauty, known for her cold and ruthless demeanor.
Just as Jufeng was tenderly rubbing his sore ear, his phone suddenly rang. He had turned it on after meeting Politeness and had sent out a distress signal to Snow Moon at that time. It was impressive that Snow Moon could arrive in less than half an hour in the often congested capital city.
Snow Moon helped Jufeng retrieve his phone and frowned slightly at the display.
"Hmm?"
"Answer it."
"Hello, our Wind Boss, how are you enjoying yourself with five beautiful ladies?"
When Snow Moon heard "five beautiful ladies," her frown deepened as if she had suddenly found a fly in her food. Jufeng noticed the change in her mood and felt a tightness in his chest. He quickly shouted into the phone.
"What nonsense! I'm about to kick the bucket here; how could I be in the mood to enjoy myself!"
...
Recently, Capital City Hospital had received quite a bit of "fresh blood." Although there were patients, these recent ones were somewhat different from the usual crowd. The previous five were already stunningly beautiful, but today’s visitor was even more breathtaking.
Of course, this person was not a patient but rather someone accompanying one.
Xue called Jufeng at the airport, intending to share some good news, but instead received bad news from the capital. The contrast between the good and bad news left Xue quite shaken. Fortunately, Jufeng still had the energy to curse, indicating that the outcome wasn't too dire.
Amid Xue Yi's incessant chatter, Jufeng simply remarked, "If you keep rambling, I might bleed to death," before decisively hanging up. Later, under the escort of Flower Snow Moon, he arrived at Capital City Hospital.
For those who had practiced martial arts in Yanhuang City, as long as their meridians were intact, injuries were not a major concern. Jufeng only needed a simple bandage at the hospital and declined all of the doctor's various recommendations.
However, upon hearing that Jufeng was injured and was in the same hospital as Sister Five, she couldn't afford to relax. Jufeng had saved their lives once again, and even the usually aloof Eldest Sister had a significantly changed view of him.
Thus, with no serious injuries, Sister Five rushed into Jufeng's hospital room, only to find a graceful figure already standing silently by the window.
It was a presence that even Sister Five could not ignore.
After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the atmosphere in the room grew somewhat tense. The other four Sisters were fine, but Lu Qijia's gaze lingered on Flower Snow Moon for quite some time.
The oppressive atmosphere made Tong Bailong uncomfortable; feeling stifled, he asked Jufeng for permission and quickly left the room. The other four Sisters also didn't stay long. Before leaving, however, Sister Dai's eyes flickered between Sister Dai and Flower Snow Moon for a long while; she wanted to stay but was forcibly pulled away by Second Sister and Eldest Sister.
Thus, only three remained in the room: two women and one man—two standing and one lying down.
Jufeng keenly sensed the undercurrents in the room and decided to "fall asleep" at an opportune moment.
After a while, it was Lu Qijia who spoke first.
Her lips parted slightly, and unexpectedly her opening line was one filled with strong possessiveness.
"Thank you for keeping watch and bringing us back safely. I assume money holds little value for you; the Five Sisters Group owes you a favor. If you ever need assistance in the future, we will certainly respond without hesitation."
Lu Qijia's words carried several meanings: first, she placed Jufeng within their domain as if Flower Snow Moon were an outsider. Secondly, she naturally invoked the name of the Five Sisters Group to bolster her own confidence subtly. Lastly, she seemed reluctant to entangle Jufeng too deeply in her affairs regarding favors owed or not owed.
Many girls would have laughed off such a statement—partly out of disdain and partly to undermine someone else's confidence. However, Flower Snow Moon did not react; this renowned Fiery Beauty from Huaguo seemed oblivious as she slowly addressed Jufeng on the bed, who appeared to be in a state between life and death.
"Old man misses you. If you have time, go back and visit."
Without further ado, the figure brushed past Lu Qijia and disappeared from the hospital room.
Seeing this, Lu Qijia initially wanted to be angry, but then he chuckled at himself. He didn't even know who the old man was; perhaps he had no right to be angry after all.
Gently taking a seat beside Jufeng, Lu Qijia picked up the damp towel that lay nearby and lightly wiped Jufeng's cheek.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, Jufeng's clenched fist slowly relaxed, and he couldn't help but think to himself, "Facing a woman is far less dangerous than facing Politeness!"
However, as this thought subsided, another one surged to the forefront of his mind: Should he see the old man or not?
(To be continued)
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