Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 163 - 164: Ouyang Yi’s Rescue

She gradually heard it, and only then realized that it was her own phone ringing.

One ring after another, the melodious tune was like a whiff of floral fragrance in the silent night.

She looked at the phone; it was Xia Ling, that carefree, always chirping girl. But Su Xingyu didn’t want to answer. That girl’s brightness would burn her heart at this moment.

She stared at the phone without moving, counting the seconds. It took more than ten rings before the ringtone finally stopped, but just as she let out a sigh of relief, it rang again. Su Xingyu wanted to turn off the phone, but at the thought of that girl’s persistence, she shivered involuntarily and resignedly answered the call: "Hello, Xiaoling?"

"Xingyu, you finally answered!" As expected, the girl couldn’t wait to chirp, "Why didn’t you answer when it rang for so long? Where did you and your tyrant go? Weren’t you supposed to celebrate his birthday at home today?"

"How do you know we’re not home?" Su Xingyu was slightly startled.

"Duh, our houses are so close!" Xia Ling complained angrily, "I wanted to drag Ziheng over for some cake, but we faced a closed door! It got me in trouble with Ziheng... ah!"

The latter part was unclear to Su Xingyu, like the sound suddenly vanished.

On the other end, Xia Ling’s angry voice could be faintly heard: "Pei Ziheng, this isn’t over between you and me! ... Ah! ... Hahaha! Stop that...!" followed by the sound of things toppling down, and the call abruptly ended.

Su Xingyu looked at the ended call and sighed, that girl...

Being with the person she likes must be very happy, right?

Even over the phone, you can imagine bubbles of dreamy sweetness in the air.

Su Xingyu looked up at the starry sky, the early autumn night twinkling with stars, desolately so.

Her ankle began to ache faintly again. She tried applying some force but still couldn’t stand up and walk. She clutched her phone, browsing through the contacts one by one—Lu Shifeng wouldn’t work, neither would Xie Jian, or Mr. Zhong the butler... No, she still didn’t want to go back.

Su Xingqi, Qin Mu...

Cang Er...

Ouyang Yi...

Finally, after much difficulty, she found a number she could call for help, dialed it: "Hello, Ling Weilong, are you asleep? ... I’m currently stranded on the winding road of Azure Dragon Mountain, my foot is sprained, I can’t walk, could you come and pick me up?"

"Azure Dragon Mountain?" Ling Weilong groggily cursed, "Why the hell are you out in the wilderness in the middle of the night?"

Su Xingyu smiled bitterly, "I was being stupid, my brain short-circuited, alright? So, are you coming or not?"

Ling Weilong cursed a few more times, rustling as he put on clothes: "Hold on! In critical moments, can you not rely on me? Find a place sheltered from the wind to hide; I’m coming to rescue you!"

"I... I can’t move my foot..."

"Crawl over!" Ling Weilong, now dressed, grabbed his keys and swore, "What’s with the fuss, with your delicate frame, if you get chilled by the wind, catch a cold, run a fever, and develop pneumonia, by the time I get there, I’d be retrieving your body!"

The familiar swearing made Su Xingyu laugh bitterly yet amusedly: "Okay."

Ending the call, she slowly moved her body to a place sheltered from the wind, quietly waiting for Ling Weilong.

The night wind gradually picked up; the high-end clubhouse atop the mountain still brightly lit, shadows of men and women gracefully dancing could be vaguely seen. And Lu Shifeng? He didn’t come out searching for her, not at all.

She huddled in the night wind, her heart colder than the wind.

After an unknown length of time, a car with headlights on wound its way up from the foot of the mountain. When it got close, the headlights illuminated the tree trunk she hid behind, then decisively stopped. Out of the car came two people, one cursing was Ling Weilong, and the other a tall, perfectly built man, surprisingly Ouyang Yi.—Why did he come?

Su Xingyu looked at the two of them, bewildered.

Ling Weilong walked up to her first, bending down under the car light to check her ankle: "You really are here in the middle of the night, going nuts or what? Aren’t you afraid of being snatched away by wolves? Let me see which foot is hurt, this one? Or this one?"

"Ah." She cried out in pain, then bit her lip to hold back.

Ling Weilong frowned at the tears welling in her eyes: "Hurts that much? Really? Where’s your husband? Running around at night in the wilderness, doesn’t your husband care about you?"

As soon as he finished, the tears streamed down her cheeks.

Ouyang Yi, unable to stand it, nudged Ling Weilong aside, squatted down in front of Su Xingyu, and gently held her injured ankle with his clean, handsome hands, cautiously inspecting: "Why cry? We’re here for you. Your husband doesn’t care, but others do."

Maybe it was the cold night wind, or maybe his warm voice, but her tears flowed even more fiercely.

Ling Weilong finally realized slowly: "You had a fight with your husband?"

She kept her head down, not speaking, while Ouyang Yi squatting beside her shot a glance at Ling Weilong as if seeing an idiot. Then, he gently said to Su Xingyu: "Your bone is dislocated, I’ll put it back, it’ll hurt a bit, bear with it."

She nodded, feeling only a severe pain in her ankle, cold sweat trickling down.

Afterwards, her foot could move.

Ouyang Yi asked her very gentlemanly: "Can I carry you to the car? Although your foot can move now, it’s still swollen, it’s best to walk less these few days." For once, he didn’t show his usual nonchalant attitude, he was so considerate it could melt someone.

If it were any other time, Su Xingyu would surely insist on being strong, but she was too exhausted tonight, so she nodded again.

Ouyang Yi took off his coat, draped it over her, carefully supported her waist, and carried her into the back seat of the car.

Ling Weilong then started the car and sped away.

The heater was on in the car, warming Su Xingyu’s stiff body from the cold, giving her some strength back, she remembered to ask Ouyang Yi: "Why did you come along?"

Ouyang Yi looked down at her and smiled, his eyes so gently mesmerizing: "I couldn’t sleep tonight, wanted Ling Weilong to help me edit a photo, then by chance, he said he was going up the mountain to pick you up, so I came along." He paused, somewhat reproachfully, "Why didn’t you call me? My car is better than Ling Weilong’s, I would have arrived faster than him."

"Damn!" It was the Nth time Ling Weilong swore, "Do you believe I’ll throw you out of the car?" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Ouyang Yi shrugged innocently, "I’m just stating the facts, rescuing someone is about every second counts, right?"

Ling Weilong snorted coldly, not saying another word.

Su Xingyu’s voice was a bit weak: "Ling Weilong, Ouyang Yi, thank you both."

Ouyang Yi looked at her with utmost tenderness: "Whatever happens, as long as you need, I’ll always be at your side. Were you really fighting with your husband? What exactly happened?"