Liang Sheng squinted at the screen as the information popped up.
“Name: Mo Qingrou
Age: 25
Height: 171 cm
Weight: 51 kg
Looks: S
Hobbies: Treating patients
Attributes: Iceberg, Mature Big Sister
Traits: Walking air conditioner
Obsessive-compulsive disorder
Family: Father is the director of Third Hospital
Mother is a visiting expert at Third Hospital
Favorability towards Su Ze: 0
Favorability towards Liang Sheng: 0”
Wow, this woman was a genuine ice queen—a real cold beauty, not like the secretly passionate Senior Sister An Hua.
But treating patients as a hobby? What was that about? Was this the grand aspiration of every doctor out there?
“Classmate? Where do you feel unwell?”
Liang Sheng snapped back to her senses and shook her head on instinct. Then she paused, realizing something was off, and quickly nodded instead. Mo Qingrou blinked in surprise.
“I’m fine, really—teacher? No, doctor? Uh, sister! Yeah, I’m fine.” Liang Sheng stumbled over her words.
Mo Qingrou’s expression remained utterly impassive, as if she were detached from the world. “If you’re fine, please head back to class, classmate.”
Back to class? With a bunch of girls hounding her, how was she supposed to focus and be one of the nation’s model students, studying hard every day?
This woman was so aloof…
Liang Sheng stood there frozen in awkward chilliness while, on the other side, the girls argued furiously among themselves.
“You’re Hana, right?” Gu Yuqi’s tone was sharp.
Hana let out a scoff, her usual sweet smile vanishing without a trace. “And who are you? Oh, right—you’re that eyesore from the banquet!” Hana sneered, her voice suddenly turning venomous. “I remember you pawing at Sheng-chan with your filthy hands!”
Gu Yuqi was normally quite gentle, but Hana’s words struck a nerve this time. Anger surged within her like a flame. She flicked her hair back and sneered disdainfully, “Ha? And who do you think you are, bossing around Junior Sister Liang Sheng?”
Hana’s face twisted into a ferocious snarl. She clenched her fists tight, glaring daggers at Gu Yuqi’s face, and growled, “Just you wait.”
There were too many people around right now—not the moment to strike. Besides, if Sheng-chan saw it, she’d hate her. Hana had promised Liang Sheng not to kill anyone close to her, but she hadn’t promised not to leave them crippled.
Right—just rip off one arm from this loathsome woman. Hana’s expression darkened further, her whole presence turning ominously gloomy.
That afternoon, Hana was too distracted to bother her. Liang Sheng reveled in the peace and bolted the moment school let out.
This time, Hana didn’t give chase. She had more pressing matters to settle.
On the road, Gu Yuqi trudged along with her hands shoved in her pockets, her mood sour. Suddenly, a question popped into her head: What, exactly, did she feel for Liang Sheng?
She wasn’t sure. And truthfully, she didn’t want to know—didn’t dare to dig deeper. Deep down, she sensed that figuring it out would spell trouble for both of them.
Rounding a corner, she collided head-on with someone. Gu Yuqi startled and dodged aside. Once she regained her footing, she looked up and saw Hana, her face shadowed with gloom, hands clasped behind her back.
“Come here. I need to talk to you.” Hana’s voice had lost all its former sweetness.
Gu Yuqi balled her fists, tension flickering across her features. She’d witnessed Hana’s strength firsthand and knew the girl’s fighting prowess was at least a match for her own—probably more. Still, backing down felt impossible; she couldn’t swallow the insult. Why should she verbally concede Liang Sheng like some prize? Liang Sheng clearly favored her over this bizarre woman.
With a sigh, Gu Yuqi relented—not by agreeing to Hana’s demands or fleeing, but by confronting her. She knew these feelings carried an unnatural edge of affection, but keeping them buried meant no harm done, right? First things first: deal with this weirdo.
Hana stared at Gu Yuqi with growing impatience as she shuffled closer. Gu Yuqi wasn’t cowering; she was plotting her move. Whatever Hana hid behind her back was likely a knife or some sharp implement, while Gu Yuqi was empty-handed.
On impulse, Gu Yuqi slipped a hand into her pocket and brushed against something solid. Her face lit up with sudden hope.
She picked up her pace, closing in on Hana.
Hana grinned—a first, and it was feral, twisted with malice.
Her hidden hand lashed out in a blur. There was a glint of steel whistling through the air as Hana lunged straight at her.
Thwick!
Gu Yuqi winced, pain lancing through her. She twisted away desperately but couldn’t fully evade; the blade sliced across her shoulder, carving a shallow gash. It wasn’t deep, but blood quickly soaked her shirt.
Hana wasn’t faring much better.
What Gu Yuqi had found was a sturdy pen.
The instant Hana charged, Gu Yuqi dodged—and retaliated viciously, jabbing straight for Hana’s left eye.
Hana jerked her head back at the last second. By sheer luck, the tip missed the eyeball but raked the delicate skin beneath. Blood mingled with ink, smearing across Hana’s flawless face.
Eyes bulging, Hana gaped at Gu Yuqi in disbelief. She’d badly misjudged her opponent.
“Heh.” Clutching her wound, Gu Yuqi forced a cold laugh through the pain.
She turned and started walking away. Hana’s teeth ground together with a creak creak, all traces of her sweetness and charm erased. Her features contorted into something grotesque.
She brandished the knife and charged again.
“Die! Die! Die!” That’s it—kill Gu Yuqi, then spin a lie for Liang Sheng. Why else would she court disaster? Hana had only wanted to wrench off an arm at first. But now this wretch had scarred her face. What if Liang Sheng rejected her over it?
It was all her fault! All her fault! Kill her!
Hana plunged into full rage, her strength surging to a terrifying new height.
Gu Yuqi heard footsteps thundering behind her. She zigzagged while running. Madwoman! Glancing back, she saw Hana’s unhinged frenzy—panic and fury welled up in equal measure. But with her arm mangled, fighting back offered slim odds.
No choice but to go all-in. Victory or death.
Seizing a split-second opening, Gu Yuqi whirled around just as Hana’s knife arced down. She snapped her leg up, slamming her foot into Hana’s wrist with brutal force. The blade clattered away, and Hana stumbled back several steps.
Gu Yuqi had trained in Sanda since childhood; her power was formidable. But she paid dearly for the strike—the wound on her arm split wider, fresh blood gushing forth.
“Hiss!” Her eyes brimmed with red, unshed tears. She’d never taken a beating like this in her life.
“That’s enough, isn’t it? Know when to quit!” Gu Yuqi glared at Hana. “Looking like a raving lunatic—think Liang Sheng would go for that? Heh, you’re delusional.” She threw the barbs deliberately, fully aware Hana harbored the same feelings for Liang Sheng. The thought alone infuriated her, so she twisted the knife with her words.
