Hearing these words, Jiang Lai’s heart sank.

"Huang Chen, don’t close your eyes, the ambulance is coming."

The sound of the siren arose, and the paramedics on the ambulance carefully lifted Huang Chen aboard.

Jiang Lai went up together with him.

The emergency resuscitation unfolded before her eyes, and in this narrow and cramped space, she only felt a bit difficult to breathe.

"Jiang Lai..."

Huang Chen was still calling her.

Jiang Lai lowered her head, looking at him calmly.

"Speak."

"Mr. Huang has been good to me, but I... probably won’t have the chance to take care of him in his old age... on my behalf, please tell him... thank you..."

With that, his hand went limp.

Inside the ambulance, chaos ensued.

Jiang Lai lowered her gaze, looking at the blood covering her, listening to the chaotic discussion of the doctors nearby, she took a deep breath and slowly sat down.

The man who was eating crawfish with her just ten minutes ago had now become a corpse, lying here.

Jiang Lai was used to seeing others die in front of her, and she had seen things a hundred times more tragic.

But for some reason, seeing Huang Chen lying there, her chest felt a bit heavy.

An indescribable emptiness.

He was a good friend, Jiang Lai had just been thinking of asking him to take her again next time.

"Jiang Lai... are you okay?"

Little Buding’s voice was cautious, as if afraid to startle her.

Jiang Lai shook her head.

Soon after, Mr. Huang personally came to pick her up. Seeing her covered in blood, the old man’s eyes turned red instantly as he rushed over without even grabbing his cane, trembling as he held her shoulders and asked.

"Lai Lai, what happened? Where are you hurt?"

Jiang Lai looked at him and slowly shook her head.

"I’m fine, Huang Chen is dead."

Mr. Huang’s grip on Jiang Lai’s hand slowly loosened. At this moment, he was like an ordinary old man, silent for a long time before he sighed slowly.

"I understand."

After saying that, he added another sentence.

"As long as you’re okay... if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t have the face to meet your grandfather..."

With that, he murmured as he turned away.

Jiang Lai looked up at the hospital. The night wind was cool, and she involuntarily shivered a little.

Soon after, a warm piece of clothing was draped over her shoulders from behind.

The familiar scent filled her nose.

A faint, subtle perfume scent, dry yet warm.

Jiang Lai didn’t turn her head, she continued to look at the hospital, still brightly lit in the dead of night.

"Have you found out who did it?"

Shi Yubai stood behind Jiang Lai, his tone heavy.

"Jiang Li, his target was you."

"Then why is it someone else who died?"

Jiang Lai tilted her head, genuinely asking.

Shi Yubai gently lifted a strand of Jiang Lai’s long hair, his voice soft.

"Because you’ve always been lucky, from childhood to now, you’ve always been lucky."

Saying this, he patted Jiang Lai on the back.

"I’ll take care of his funeral arrangements, let’s go back."

In his car, Jiang Lai closed her eyes, feeling the cold wind.

Little Buding asked softly.

"Do you feel very upset right now?"

"Not upset."

"Then why do I feel you’re very depressed?"

"Maybe it’s like... the end of a festivity, when you realize your crawfish buddy won’t be there anymore, it’s hard not to feel a bit down."

"Is it just that?"

Jiang Lai stopped talking.

She was a bit tired, as she had drunk quite a bit of beer.

After closing her eyes, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.

When getting out of the car, the driver came to open the door, but Shi Yubai opened it himself, then went around to the other side, bent down, and gently carried Jiang Lai out with both hands.

"Instruct the servants to make a bowl of sobering soup and bring it to Miss Jiang’s room."