Reborn Aristocrat: Return of the Vicious Heiress

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

In a daze, Wen Xinya thought she heard Xu Zhenyu's voice. That voice seemed to come from the otherworld, knocking heavily at the room of her heart. "Xu Zhenyu… is that you? Have you come to save me?"

Her weak voice, intermittently filled with tremors, was as though she was in a world of ice and snow, the chill coming from her bones.

Si Yiyan's long and narrow eyes were increasingly filled with coldness. He bent slightly, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a low voice, "It's me, Si Yiyan, have you forgotten?"

"Xu Zhenyu… I'm cold!" Wen Xinya's consciousness was similar to rootless duckweed like the seeds of the willow drifting in the wind, unable to find any focus. In her mind, there was only Xu Zhenyu's voice, freshly penetrating her life.

Si Yiyan's expression grew darker. She was at her most painful stage, but the one she thought of was Xu Zhenyu, not him. This realization made him feel uselessly angered.

"Xu Zhenyu, give me… I'm in pain, give me…" Wen Xinya's breaths quickened, her chest undulated constantly. In her throat, there were only her painful moans and her cold wheezing. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Si Yiyan understood the situation clearly. This was the start of the drugs taking effect. He thought it was odd. Wen Xinya had only just been injected with the drugs, the effects should not have appeared so soon.

"Xu Zhenyu, I'm in terrible pain. Please save me, save me…" Wen Xinya's hands started to scratch her whole body, using both hands to strangle herself. Lying between Si Yiyan's legs, her eyes kept rolling backward.

Si Yiyan abruptly grabbed her self-destructive hands. "Xinya, it's okay, we're reaching the hospital soon. In a while, you won't be in pain anymore."

Wen Xinya struggled like she was insane, wailing. "Let go of me… Xu Zhenyu, I beg you, hurry up and give it to me… I'm dying. If you still don't give it to me, I will be dead soon…"

Si Yiyan pulled her to his chest, using both of his arms to lock down her frenzy. "Wen Xinya, listen to me. Don't let the drug ruin your willpower. I'm here by your side."

Wen Xinya's arms were imprisoned in front of his chest. She bawled and struggled, incessantly hitting him and scratching him. "Give me, hurry and give me… I'll do anything you say, just give it to me…"

"Oh!" Si Yiyan suppressed a groan, as though he could clearly feel the pain in his chest, fresh blood squirting out. The pain was so immense that it nearly destroyed his rationality.

"Jerk, bastard, I hate you, I hate you…" Wen Xinya suddenly pounced into his embrace, opened her mouth, and bit him on the pit of the stomach. Her lips and her teeth forced themselves into him non-stop. She kept biting him even when her teeth were numb with pain. A taste of rust and fishy sweetness melted in her mouth as she felt the adrenaline of revenge surge within her.

Hiss! Si Yiyan inhaled a mouthful of cold air and gripped the edge of the seat tightly until his knuckles turned white and the skin on the back of his hand turned pale. His veins were so green that it looked like they would explode, the bumps crisscrossed and intertwined and were distributed on the back of his hand.

As the carriage was saturated with a thick smell of blood, Gu Yuehan, who saw what had happened from the rear mirror, had his blood frozen immediately. "Young Ninth Master, let go of her quickly. Your wound cannot withstand such torment."

"Concentrate on driving." Si Yiyan's voice was hoarse, bringing about a tone of pain like he squeezed the sound out from his throat.

Screech! The car came to an emergency halt at the side of the road. Gu Yuehan's body stretched to the back, preparing to pull Wen Xinya.

Si Yiyan held onto the seat and grabbed Gu Yuehan's hand out of the blue, blocking him. "Start the car! Let's hurry to the hospital. I can still take it."

"Young Ninth Master, your wound was finally starting to look better. This will definitely worsen it." Gu Yuehan still tried to persuade him. Originally, Young Ninth Master's injury was already severe; it was not easy to stop the bleeding. He was prepared to travel to Italy, taking the opportunity to recuperate under the care of the host there. Who knew Young Ninth Master would ignore his grave injury and come to the city to save Wen Xinya? This journey had tormented Young Ninth Master's wound and was tearing it apart. Too much blood was flowing out of his injury.

"If you don't start the car and get to the hospital soon, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand the pain anymore." Si Yiyan inhaled a breath of cold air sharply, and his arms held Wen Xinya tighter. He could not save her in time, but he could at least accompany her in pain!

Gu Yuehan finally understood that no matter what he said, Young Ninth Master would not hear it. All he could do was hurry to the hospital.

Gu Yuehan could not understand what Young Ninth Master saw in this Wen Xinya. As per what he knew, Wen Xinya wandered the streets for 15 years. She was just a little gangster from the streets, he had no idea what about her attracted the Young Ninth Master so much.

The car sped along, and they arrived at the hospital soon after.

Si Yiyan carried Wen Xinya off the car. With such a large movement, he tore his injury even further, and the immense pain caused him to stumble and almost fall to the ground.

"Ninth Young Master, let me do it!" Gu Yuehan hurriedly stretched his hand to receive Wen Xinya.

Si Yiyan's eyes flashed with coldness. "I will carry my woman. As long as I still have a breath left in me, I will not let anyone else carry her."

Gu Yuehan immediately retracted his hand. "But Young Ninth Master, your wound…"

Si Yiyan ignored him and ran into the hospital with Wen Xinya in his arms.

Gu Yuehan rushed right behind him to make arrangements.

In a matter of minutes, Wen Xinya was sent to the inspection room. Si Yiyan waited outside.

Gu Yuehan approached him at once and said, "Ninth Young Master, your wound has bled significantly. You need immediate attention. I have already arranged with the doctor, just next door."

"Just wait for a while." Si Yiyan leaned against the cold hard backing of the chair feeling his consciousness slipping away.

"Young Ninth Master, your wound cannot wait any longer. The doctor is already giving Young Mistress Wen the medical attention she needs, but it won't be done for another half an hour." Gu Yuehan was feeling a headache forming due to his stubbornness.

Si Yiyan ignored him.

Time crawled as Gu Yuehan paced back and forth, feeling anxious.

After about half an hour later, the doctor who tended to Wen Xinya came out. Si Yiyan anxiously asked, "How is she?"

"She's fine. Aside from wound on her forehead that was a little deep, everything else is just skin-deep injuries. There was no other harm done. I've checked her blood serum, ran some tests, and confirmed that she is not infected. As to why she has symptoms that arise due to a drug addiction that causes her to feel excited, deranged, uneasy, mad, etcetera, it is possible that her mind has endured an intense provocation such that she would have such a reaction. Once she rests, she will be fine."

As Si Yiyan felt a weight lifted off him, the pain in his chest flowed out like tidewater in an instant.

The doctor frowned and continued, "However… her condition is bizarre. She had never taken drugs, yet her symptoms appear as though she had quit an addiction. It is very possible that she has a profound psychological trauma. As her family, please proceed with care, else she will one day walk down a road of no return."

Si Yiyan felt his heart tremble. He nodded to the doctor. "Thank you."

The doctor nodded back.

Si Yiyan's consciousness was starting to slip away. "Call Old Master Mo. Get him to come to watch over Wen Xinya."

After saying his piece, he fainted.