Chapter 175 Slightly

Chapter 175 Wei Wei

Song Ni's voice was cold, her eyes contemptuous. She detested such despicable people who, emboldened by their additional limb, vented all their frustrations on women. They were an insult even to garbage bins. Song Ni's expression only enraged the middle-aged man further. "You slut, what business is it of yours?" he snarled, about to signal his companions to attack.

Song Ni adjusted her hair, pulling the hood of her jacket up to conceal half her face. This was just like the last time, a bar brawl that had stirred up trouble. The middle-aged man's friends were all good-for-nothings, all brawn and no brain. Their punches were feeble, easily deflected by Song Ni. When their fists proved ineffective, they resorted to the nearby bottles, eerily similar to before. Indeed, despicable people were always remarkably consistent.

Song Ni could handle herself, but Qin Yang was behind her, and the victim lay on the ground. She feared they might be caught in the crossfire. "Yang Yang, help this lady over to the side," Song Ni instructed. Qin Yang complied. "Nini, be careful by yourself," she cautioned. Song Ni merely smirked; dealing with them alone was more than enough. Besides, Song Ni wasn't alone. Her bodyguards, maintaining a distance, had already rushed over upon sensing the disturbance in the bar.

Song Ni wasn't one to actively seek out chivalry, but she couldn't stand by and watch injustice. Having witnessed it, she couldn't remain indifferent. Sometimes, silent witnesses were complicit in harm. Song Ni didn't want to cause trouble; this wasn't Xingcheng, and Tan Zheng had been swamped with work lately. She stopped after rescuing the woman being harassed.

The bar patrons cast curious glances at Song Ni, noticing her bodyguard's presence and imposing demeanor. Song Ni's brow furrowed, and she pulled her hood down lower. Qin Yang tightly shielded the victim. Song Ni glanced briefly, then her gaze fixed on something. The face was not unfamiliar. "Yang Yang, let's go." This bar was no longer a place they could stay.

The two of them, along with the victim, returned to Qin Yang's hotel. The woman had been hit on the head and remained groggy, not fully conscious. A doctor was waiting outside the room and, after a fifteen-minute examination, confirmed it was only temporary dizziness. "This young lady likely hasn't eaten properly for several days, which is why she's disoriented," the doctor explained. Song Ni's brow tightened. "Does she need a CT scan?" "Not at this level."

Song Ni nodded. After the doctor left, Qin Yang finally spoke, "Nini, do you know her?" Qin Yang knew Song Ni too well; a single expression conveyed Song Ni's emotions. "I've met her once before." It was the second time she'd saved this woman. Strangely, Song Ni never remembered those she helped, yet the moment she saw the woman's face in the bar, she recalled it. A slender, graceful figure, dressed in a striking red gown that seemed as pale as fallen leaves in autumn.

Song Ni used to be a skeptic of fate, believing all coincidences were orchestrated. Just as she had actively sought out Tan Zheng after becoming interested in him, creating their so-called destiny. But now, thinking back, wasn't it also a form of destiny? If Song Jing hadn't seen Tan Zheng in an American hospital, why would she have bothered to learn about the Tan family's son and arranged for Song Ni to meet him? If Qin Yang hadn't been passionate about racing, if she hadn't skipped class in her third year of high school to watch a race and remembered the champion's silhouette, why would she have become curious about Tan Zheng and agreed to the arranged meeting?

Thus, Song Ni sat opposite the woman slumped on the sofa, lost in deep thought. Once, twice, would there be a third or fourth time? Song Ni didn't know, but she had a premonition that the woman before her appeared for a reason.

About half an hour later, the woman finally regained some clarity. As she looked up, she saw Song Ni sitting opposite her. Her pupils instantly constricted. Few people who saw Song Ni's face could forget it. Song Ni didn't miss her reaction. "You know me?" The woman's expression froze for a moment, then she shook her head and nodded. "You saved me last time too..." But if that were all, her reaction would be too strange. Why would her eyes dart away when facing the person who had helped her out of trouble twice?

Qin Yang handed the woman a cup of hot water. "The doctor examined you and said you're just feeling unwell because you haven't eaten well these past few days." The woman took the hot water with both hands, nodding with a hint of fear. "Thank you so much... I don't know what would have happened without you." Perhaps she would have been beaten severely by those men in the bar, perhaps she would have lost half her life there, perhaps she would have been brutally violated. Thinking of this, the woman's hands trembled around the cup.

Song Ni, who had been observing her intently, found her brow furrowing unconsciously. No matter how she looked at it or thought about it, the woman before her seemed peculiar. After finishing the cup of water, the woman had regained some strength and prepared to leave. "Thank you so much today. I don't know how to repay you." As she spoke, the woman bowed deeply towards Song Ni, a ninety-degree bow. Song Ni couldn't stand such formality. "No need for repayment." If it hadn't been her, someone else would have intervened.

As the woman reached the door, Song Ni suddenly called out, "May I ask your name?" The woman's body seemed to stiffen. She still faced the door, her back to Song Ni. Her previously straight posture seemed to bend slightly at Song Ni's question. Her slender shoulders appeared to tremble. Song Ni's doubts deepened. She explained, "I'm not very good at remembering people, but Miss, I remember you. Asking for your name isn't too much, is it?" How could it be too much? Song Ni had saved her twice.

The woman seemed to take a deep breath and turned, finally mustering the courage to meet Song Ni's clear eyes. "Wei Wei. You can call me Wei Wei." Song Ni paused for a moment, struck by the complex and inexplicable emotion in her eyes. "Wei Wei," Song Ni murmured softly, running the name through her mind, but finding no match. "I've asked someone to call you a car. It's waiting downstairs." Wei Wei tugged at the corner of her mouth, her voice dry. "Thank you."

As soon as the woman left, Qin Yang asked in confusion, "What's going on?" Song Ni shook her head. "Yang Yang, do you believe in fate?" Qin Yang was surprised to hear the word "fate" from Song Ni's lips. "Nini, what's wrong? You never believed in it before." Song Ni chuckled softly. "That was before. Didn't you always tell me there was fate between you and Tan Zheng?" Qin Yang understood. "Love really does change a woman." Song Ni smiled, not denying it. Thinking of the woman from earlier, her smile faded. "Wei Wei. Have you heard of this name, Yang Yang?" Qin Yang picked up a piece of fruit from the table and took a bite. "There are plenty of people with that name. Is there anything special about her?" "It's just a feeling. A gut feeling that I have some connection with this woman." Qin Yang put down the fruit. Song Ni's intuition was always accurate. "Wei Wei? I remember a distant relative from the Wang family named Wei Wei, but they never associated with us." Not being qualified enough. Song Ni shook her head. The connection she spoke of was not of that kind.

(End of Chapter)