47: Chapter 47 Two Goddesses Meet!

Qin Feng drove the G-Wagon back into the city. Inside the car, the atmosphere was oppressive.

Qin Feng held the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze calmly fixed on the shifting neon lights ahead.

In the passenger seat, Ye Qingcheng remained unconscious. The seatbelt held her in place; that pretty face, usually full of arrogance and sharpness, was now pale as a sheet.

The swelling on her left cheek was becoming more obvious, and the dried blood at the corner of her mouth looked particularly jarring under the dim lights, making one's heart ache at the sight.

Her disheveled black hair clung to her sweat-dampened cheeks, making her look fragile and vulnerable. A faint, lingering fragrance, mixed with the scent of blood, permeated the enclosed car cabin.

Qin Feng frowned. Where to go? A very realistic problem lay before him.

The hospital? No. A police officer covered in injuries, brought to the emergency room by an ordinary citizen in the middle of the night—the subsequent questioning and investigation would be more troublesome than those seven mercenaries combined.

Cloud Top Palace? Even worse. Lin Yue had never seen such a scene; he was afraid of scaring that innocent young girl.

In Qin Feng's mind, a third option naturally surfaced. Cloud Stream Nine Li. That home he had just given to Su Qingyue.

It seemed that he, the "Head Steward," had just taken office and was already starting to handle his duties.

He slowed down, fished his phone out of his pocket, and dialed Su Qingyue's number. The phone was answered after two rings.

"Boss." Su Qingyue's voice came through the receiver, carrying a hint of laziness.

"Not asleep yet?" Qin Feng asked.

"Just finished showering, looking at the renovation blueprints for the gym." Su Qingyue's voice was soft but very earnest. "I was thinking about the renovation style, and how best to configure the security system."

"Stop thinking about that for now." Qin Feng's tone was calm. "I'm heading over now, it's about a fifteen-minute drive. I'm bringing someone with me who is a bit injured; help me prepare a room and a first-aid kit."

Su Qingyue on the other end of the line clearly paused. But she didn't ask "who it is," nor did she ask "what happened."

After just a second of hesitation, her calm and capable voice rang out again, all sleepiness instantly dispelled. "Understood, I'll prepare it immediately."

Hanging up, Qin Feng stepped on the gas, turned the car around, and sped off in the direction of Cloud Stream Nine Li.

Fifteen minutes later, the underground garage of Cloud Stream Nine Li. When the black G-Wagon pulled steadily into the parking space, Su Qingyue was already waiting by the elevator.

She was wearing a loose and comfortable pure cotton loungewear set, a simple white T-shirt paired with light gray lounge pants. The neckline and cuffs were trimmed with lace, making her look cozy yet elegant.

Her long hair was casually tied back, secured with a black hair tie, revealing her smooth, full forehead and that face that was still exquisite despite being bare. Even without makeup, she couldn't hide that unique, icy, mature woman aura.

Seeing Qin Feng step out of the driver's seat, she hurried over to meet him. When Qin Feng opened the passenger door and carried the unconscious Ye Qingcheng out of the car in his arms, Su Qingyue's beautiful eyes contracted sharply.

This woman… so beautiful! Even in such a disheveled state, this woman was still breathtakingly beautiful.

That face, the features were as exquisite as a work of art carefully carved by God. A high bridge of the nose, eyes tightly closed, long eyelashes casting shadows beneath her eyelids.

Even with her left cheek swollen high and blood still staining the corner of her mouth, it didn't affect her heroic beauty in the slightest. What concerned Su Qingyue even more was the temperament this woman possessed.

"Where did Brother Feng meet such a pretty girl again?" This thought flashed through Su Qingyue's mind, and at the same time, she saw the shocking wounds on Ye Qingcheng's body.

Her tattered jacket and jeans were covered in dust and blood, the fabric at the knees worn through, revealing abrasions on the fair skin beneath, a sight that made one's heart ache.

"What on earth happened to cause such injuries?" Su Qingyue's heart tightened, but she didn't ask anything; she just turned silently and pressed the elevator's up button.

"Boss, the guest room is ready, and hot water and a first-aid kit have been prepared." "Mm." Qin Feng nodded and carried Ye Qingcheng into the elevator.

The elevator doors slowly closed, leaving only the three of them in the cramped space. Su Qingyue stood beside Qin Feng, stealing glances at the woman in his arms.

This woman's figure… is really good. Even wearing a loose jacket, one could see the perfect curves of her bust and hips. Long legs, a slender waist, and that face that was still breathtakingly beautiful despite her injuries.

A thought suddenly popped into Su Qingyue's mind: "Are all the women around Brother Feng this beautiful?"

The elevator went straight to the top floor. "Ding—" The elevator doors opened, and Qin Feng carried Ye Qingcheng straight into the prepared guest room, gently placing her on the soft bed.

He carefully laid her flat, ensuring her head was supported by a pillow, before straightening up. "Go get a basin of warm water and a clean towel," Qin Feng ordered without looking back.

"Okay." Su Qingyue acknowledged and turned to hurry away. Not long after, she returned carrying a basin of steaming warm water.

She saw Qin Feng carefully tearing open Ye Qingcheng's sleeve, which was stuck to her skin by blood. "Hiss…" Perhaps because the wound was tugged, the unconscious Ye Qingcheng let out a painful moan, her brows furrowing tightly, and her whole face twisted in pain.

Qin Feng immediately stopped, taking the towel Su Qingyue handed him. He soaked the towel, wrung it out, and then wiped away the blood and dust on her face bit by bit.

When that face, which had been twisted by pain and humiliation, was wiped clean and returned to its heroic, sharp contours, Su Qingyue stood to the side, watching the increasingly clear visage, her heart shocked once again.

This woman… is truly too beautiful. That kind of beauty wasn't the pure and lovely girl-next-door feeling of Lin Yue, but an aggressive beauty mixed with sharpness and wildness. Like a drawn sword, even if broken at this moment, she was still not to be underestimated.

"She can't wear these clothes anymore." Qin Feng looked at Ye Qingcheng's tattered, stained jacket and jeans, and frowned.

The zipper of the black jacket had been ripped off, and the fabric was covered in footprints and bloodstains. The knees of the jeans were worn through, revealing the bloody, mangled wounds beneath.

Su Qingyue immediately understood: "I'll go get my pajamas." She turned and left the room, quickly returning from the master bedroom with a set of pink pajamas.

It was a cute kitten-style pajama set; the top was a pink short-sleeved T-shirt with a cartoon kitten printed on the chest, and the bottom was a matching pair of shorts with lace trim on the legs.