The Fake Heiress Turns Out to Hide Multiple Identities-Chapter 246: I Can Go Home by Myself

Nan Qingqing’s eyes immediately reddened as she looked pitifully at Nan Zhou beside her.

"Fourth brother, I’m scared."

Nan Zhou firmly protected her in his embrace, "Qingqing, that guy is just a madman. Don’t listen to his nonsense. Nan Yu has done all kinds of evil deeds; she’s the one who deserves retribution, not you. How could someone as kind as you receive such karma?"

"Let’s go. I’ll take you upstairs to have someone tend to your wounds."

"Okay, Fourth Brother."

Nan Qingqing glanced at Qi Ming, who was being driven away, and saw no one else outside.

Even if she wanted to intercept Li Yingying now, it was probably too late.

Tomorrow she would ask Meng Yi if she knew Li Yingying.

Upon seeing Nan Zhou and Nan Qingqing heading upstairs, Nan Zhuoyuan looked at Pei Yu outside and said seriously, "Pei Yu, I hope you can keep tonight’s events to yourself and not mention them to anyone, not even Dean Li."

Suddenly called out by name, Pei Yu looked up to meet Nan Zhuoyuan’s icy gaze, filled with an evident warning.

She swallowed nervously and quickly said, "Eldest Young Master, I’ve just returned after escorting Doctor Li. I didn’t see anything, and my teacher is waiting for me to decoct some medicine, so I’ll head up first."

After saying that, she went upstairs with her head lowered.

Watching her, Nan Zhuoyuan couldn’t help but think of Li Chongbai. Last time, he had also pretended to have an on-the-spot amnesia.

These two were exactly alike; it’s no wonder they were master and disciple.

Once everyone had left, Nan Zhuoyuan also withdrew his gaze and turned to go upstairs.

Meanwhile, Qi Ming, chased out of the hospital, stood at the entrance trembling with anger.

He suddenly understood why the old lady said they didn’t need to be polite to the Nan family.

With Nan Qingqing’s natural talent for deception, it was likely that Nan Luzhi and Sheng Ruomei weren’t much better.

Even someone as usually calm as he was now felt an urge to lash out at them and tear away their false masks.

Qi Ming calmed his anger for a while before realizing an issue.

"Where are the young master and Assistant Xia?"

Before he was driven out, he remembered that the place where the young master had been waiting was already empty.

He only remembered that the Young Madam had left earlier but had no idea when the young master departed.

"Could the two of them have left together?"

Qi Ming frowned, glanced at Nan’s Hospital, and thought of the Young Madam who was still sick.

"I’ll go home first to see if the Young Madam has arrived."

At this moment, Nan Yu was sitting on the back seat of Song Yingqing’s motorcycle. She leaned on her friend’s shoulder, shrinking behind her.

The wind whistled past her ears, making her mind exceptionally clear, accompanied by bursts of sharp pain.

Nan Yu frowned, "Yingqing, find a place to let me off up ahead."

Song Yingqing slowed down, keenly feeling the heat emanating from Nan Yu, like a little fire person.

She immediately took a turn and chose a secluded spot to stop.

Fully geared up, Song Yingqing got off the bike without even taking off her helmet and steadied Nan Yu.

"Xiao Yu, why are you so hot? You can’t ride anymore. I’ll hail a cab and take you to the nearest hospital."

She had received the message from Nan Yu and had deliberately dressed in black with a black helmet, as Nan Yu had requested.

She even swapped for an ordinary black motorcycle to ensure no one would recognize her before picking up Nan Yu.

Nan Yu quickly pressed her hand, her lucid eyes looking straight into hers, "No need for a hospital. Just help me hail a cab; I can go home by myself."

She had to avoid any possibility of being discovered.