Chapter Seventy-Six: Rescued and Wounded

The girl wanted to spend a leisurely afternoon, so she carefully searched online for a dessert shop with good decor and positive reviews. Since it was nearby, she planned to walk over, but something unexpected happened on the way.

While crossing the street, a large truck ran a red light and barreled straight ahead. The girl herself was safe, but she sharply noticed a little boy standing in the middle. Everyone seemed frozen with fear, staring blankly at the approaching truck, unable to move.

As the truck was about to hit him, everyone’s hearts leapt into their throats, their breath almost suspended. Some covered their eyes, unable to watch the horrifying scene; others turned away in regret, sighing, “That child is probably only five or six years old—such a young life, gone so soon…”

But then, a delighted voice rang out: “An angel! An angel saved this child! Everyone, come help, quick!”

Those who had covered their eyes immediately looked up. Before them was a breathtakingly beautiful girl lying on the road, the child she had saved nestled safely in her arms. He stared in disbelief—how had she managed it? Was there truly an angel in this world, willing to risk her life to save a child?

Passersby rushed forward, forming a circle around them and asking, “Are you alright?” The girl was protected by the system, so she suffered no serious harm, only some scrapes on her legs. She offered a reassuring, gentle smile: “Thank you, I’m fine.”

“Oh my, young lady, you frightened me when you dashed out like that. I didn’t expect you to be so brave!”

“Yes, I wanted to help when I saw it, but my legs went weak with fear… Luckily, you were there.”

“She’s not only beautiful but kind-hearted—a truly good child.”

“People willing to risk themselves for others are rare these days. You’re such a shining example!”

…

The girl hadn’t expected this at all—she had simply acted on impulse to save a child, yet received so much praise from those around her. Even someone recorded her heroic rescue and posted it online, making her genuinely famous and admired nationwide.

But right now, she wasn’t thinking much about that. The little boy in her arms was still shaken, but the crowd’s praise and admiration made her realize she could maximize the benefit. Her starry eyes shimmered with tears, and she pretended to endure pain, gently releasing the boy, nervously asking, “Little one, are you alright? Are you hurt?”

A furrowed brow, a bitten lip—she was captivating in every gesture.

An angel, injured in saving someone.

Everyone around the street felt their hearts ache. The little boy, stunned by the ordeal, looked up at her with misty eyes.

He had nearly been struck by a truck, only to be rescued by a sister who looked like an angel. Now this angelic sister was gently asking if he was hurt. He wasn’t, but she seemed in real pain.

“Angel sister, I’m alright. Are you hurting?” The boy, finally coming to his senses, gazed at her with tearful eyes.

“I’m fine. Where’s your mother?” Her soft voice flowed like water, soothing everyone’s hearts and deepening their affection for her.

“Little treasure… my child…” A woman, frantic with worry, rushed over and hugged the boy tightly, weeping so fiercely it moved everyone.

This was the power of a mother’s love!

How wonderful—not only had she saved a life, she had saved a family, even if this was just a virtual world.

The girl smiled sincerely, her expression radiant as the morning sun, beautiful as a painting, stirring the soul.

Mo Ziyuan watched from inside his car, expressionless. He had witnessed the whole dangerous scene. After so many lives taken by his hands, his heart was hardened like stone. Acts of heroism meant nothing to him; his sharp gaze stared coldly at the bloody scene unfolding. Yet when she revealed an angelic, bright, gentle smile, from his vantage point he could see the perfect curve of her lips, so moving, her eyes full of care and love, making it impossible to look away.

She… seemed to overlap with the girl in his heart. Mo Ziyuan’s heart suddenly trembled, no longer indifferent, and he stepped out of the car in a daze.

His mind spun with the thought: his girl saved someone, his girl was hurt.

She was hurt…

His proud brows knit together; he didn’t hesitate, striding forward with his long, elegant legs directly to the girl.

Feeling the sudden shadow overhead, the girl looked up in confusion to find Mo Ziyuan gazing down at her with a dark expression.

Hm? Mo Ziyuan? Why was he here?

“Ah—”

Without a word, the man scooped her up in his arms and carried her toward the car.

The crying woman suddenly realized she hadn’t thanked her child’s savior and hurried after them.

“Miss, thank you for saving my son, truly, thank you so much!” The woman expressed her gratitude as she chased after them, clearly recognizing the pair as trustworthy, not bad people taking her savior away.

“It’s alright, Auntie. Please take good care of your child from now on,” the girl said, wrapping one arm around the man’s neck and waving gently with the other.

“This is your boyfriend, right? Let him take you to the hospital for a checkup—that’ll be more reassuring.” The woman’s words were like a thunderbolt, leaving both the man and the girl momentarily stunned.

The girl sighed inwardly, “Why is there always an auntie with a divine assist everywhere…”

The system: “Cheng Yanran is Cheng Yanran, don’t forget Mo Ziyuan once wanted to hurt you. You’re not developing feelings for him, are you?”

“Do you think that’s possible?” The girl’s voice remained soft and gentle, betraying no emotion.

System: “…How would I know? I’m just reminding you.”

Resting on Mo Ziyuan’s shoulder, the girl gently curled a lock of hair, a trace of coldness flickering in her eyes. Those who have erred should not be forgiven easily, unless…

Afraid Mo Ziyuan might suddenly look at her, she bit her lip, pretending to be shy yet eager to explain.

The man’s steps faltered, a strange sensation rising in his heart—not unpleasant or annoying, but inexplicably sweet, almost cloyingly so.

Most remarkably, neither of them objected.

The woman failed to notice anything unusual, her face full of gratitude as she watched them get into the car and drive away.

A beautiful girl with a kind heart, and a boyfriend so commanding and cool—they seemed destined for each other. She hoped they would always be happy.

Just before getting into the car, the girl called out to the system in her mind, “System, make it look like I’m seriously hurt.”

The system was momentarily surprised, then quickly complied, “Alright.”