Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

Chapter 284 Why Wasn't It Met You First?

"boom!"

The white ceramic plate traced a sharp arc in the air and landed precisely on the forehead of the young leader.

"Clang."

The plate shattered, and blood immediately streamed down the young man's head, staining half his face red.

"Ah! I'll fuck you!"

The young man staggered backward, clutching his forehead, bright red blood seeping from between his fingers.

"Brothers, kill this bastard!"

Five or six young men grabbed bottles and plates from the table and charged at Meng Chuan with a roar.

These are all teenagers and young adults in their twenties, and they fight like their lives depend on it.

Meng Chuan instinctively took a step back.

However, at that moment, a slender figure flashed past Meng Chuan's side like a ghost.

Shadow Butterfly has made her move.

Upon seeing Yingdie, Meng Chuan felt a strong sense of security.

He acted impulsively, but fighting is really not Meng Chuan's forte.

In crucial moments, it still comes down to Shadow Butterfly.

Shadow Butterfly's movements were as fast as lightning, her slender legs whipping out like whips.

The first young man who rushed forward was sent flying by her whip kick, crashing into two dining tables.

The sounds of shattering glass, falling cutlery, and screams from diners filled the air.

This was still Yingdie fighting while holding him up.

If she really wanted to kill them, she could easily take down these clueless youngsters with a single kick.

After knocking one person away, Shadow Butterfly advanced instead of retreating, her movements fluid, clean, and swift.

"so hot!"

Chen Yiyi looked at Yingdie in amazement.

It turns out she really was a bodyguard.

At this moment, Yingdie felt affection for not only men, but even as a woman herself.

To use a popular internet phrase: So cool! Absolutely awesome!

Meng Chuan was also dumbfounded.

Yingdie's skills were even more terrifying than he had imagined; those seemingly fierce young men were like paper in front of her.

Three men had already fallen in a few punches and kicks, and the remaining two were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.

"Damn, this woman's trained!"

The young man, bleeding from his forehead, clutched his wound and shouted:

"Where's Ah Long? Where did Ah Long go?"

Just as the young man was calling out "Ah Long," Meng Chuan suddenly saw Chen Yiyi's expression change drastically.

Her eyes, adorned with exquisite eye makeup, widened suddenly, and her lips trembled as she uttered two words:

"careful!"

Before Meng Chuan could react, Chen Yiyi had already rushed towards him like a gust of wind.

Meng Chuan instinctively reached out his arm, thinking that Chen Yiyi was scared and wanted to seek protection.

However, the next second, Chen Yiyi crashed heavily into Meng Chuan's arms, wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, and spun him around abruptly.

"boom!"

A muffled thud exploded in Meng Chuan's ears. He felt Chen Yiyi's body tremble violently, and then she slumped down limply.

Meng Chuan looked down and saw a broken wooden dining chair lying on the ground.

The flying sawdust also scratched Meng Chuan's face.

Blood was gushing from the back of Chen Yiyi's head, instantly staining her long golden hair red.

"Yiyi!"

Meng Chuan's heart almost stopped. He knelt down on one knee and caught Chen Yiyi's sliding body. His palms were immediately soaked with warm blood.

The one who succeeded in the sneak attack was a young man with dyed yellow hair. He held up the broken chair leg with a ferocious smile on his face.

He was Ah Long.

He had just come out of the restroom when he saw his companions fighting.

The person with his back to him was Meng Chuan.

He was holding up the dining chair, intending to smash Meng Chuan.

But by a twist of fate, Chen Yiyi was knocked unconscious.

"court death."

The shadowy butterfly's eyes were filled with fury.

Under her protection, Meng Chuan was almost put in danger.

If it weren't for Chen Yiyi, Meng Chuan would be lying on the ground right now.

Yingdie kicked the last young man unconscious again.

He casually grabbed a chopstick from the table, turned around, and the chopstick shot out like an arrow.

"what!"

The blond-haired guy's grin, which had just been sneer, froze instantly.

Because the chopsticks pierced right through his palm.

"ah--!"

The blond-haired man let out a pig-like scream, clutched his hands, and knelt on the ground.

Yingdie's eyes had completely changed; those usually calm and unwavering eyes were now burning with a chilling killing intent.

She moved like a ghost, appearing in front of the blond-haired boy in an instant.

He grabbed the blond-haired boy by the hair, pulled his head back, and was about to chop him down hard on the throat.

Yingdie is going all out.

With this one slash, that blond-haired kid is definitely dead.

"Shadow Butterfly".

Meng Chuan shouted loudly.

Although Meng Chuan was angry, he still remained rational.

This is China. No matter who it is or how much power they have, if someone dies, it's a big deal.

As soon as Meng Chuan spoke, Ying Die's hand slash stopped less than three centimeters from the little blond hair's throat.

If Meng Chuan had been even a fraction slower, this blond-haired guy would have been dead.

"Save the people first, then go get the car."

Meng Chuan breathed a sigh of relief and spoke urgently again.

Then he picked up Chen Yiyi and rushed outside.

Shadow Butterfly grabbed Little Yellow Hair's head and slammed it hard onto the ground.

The blond-haired boy froze instantly.

At the same time, Yingdie grabbed Meng Chuan.

While keeping a watchful eye on her surroundings, she said:

"Traumatic brain injury requires immediate hemostasis."

She quickly tore off the hem of her shirt and skillfully applied pressure bandages to Chen Yiyi.

Yingdie was already used to this kind of scene. She was only worried about Meng Chuan's safety, but she was not as flustered as Meng Chuan.

"Walk."

After the bandage was applied, Yingdie stayed close to Meng Chuan's back.

She didn't care whether Chen Yiyi lived or died; she had to eliminate all potential dangers and ensure Meng Chuan's safety.

She had been careless and almost put Meng Chuan in danger.

The two sped out of the hotel and got into Meng Chuan's Mercedes-Benz V-Class, the car roaring down the road.

Meng Chuan half-held Chen Yiyi, trembling all over; he had never seen so much blood before.

While calling the hospital, they asked them to prepare for emergency treatment.

At this moment, Chen Yiyi, whose face was ashen, trembled slightly with her eyelashes and finally began to slowly wake up.

"Hang in there, we're almost at the hospital, you'll be alright."

Meng Chuan nervously comforted Chen Yiyi.

It was less about comforting Chen Yiyi and more about Meng Chuan comforting himself.

Even with Meng Chuan's wisdom and composure, he panicked at this moment.

Chen Yiyi weakly opened her eyes, and a faint smile actually appeared on her lips:

"Meng Chuan, don't be afraid, I... I think I saw my great-grandmother."

Chen Yiyi's voice was extremely weak, and her pupils stared blankly into the void.

"Why were you so foolish? Why did you save me?"

Meng Chuan became increasingly nervous.

He cried out.

Countless images flashed through my mind—

When I first met Chen Yiyi in Beijing, she called me her little boyfriend.

Back then, she was young, beautiful, and sexy.

When she wanted to invest in her own shared bikes, she called herself her brother-in-law.

Back then, she was petite and adorable, her eyes filled with adoration.

After she was accidentally assaulted by herself at the Liu family villa, she called herself a bastard.

At that time, she deliberately interrupted her and Liu Qian's intimate moments, which made her seem quirky and mischievous.

And now, this once vibrant girl lies lifeless in his arms, her golden hair plastered with blood on her cheeks, her life hanging by a thread.

"Meng Chuan, don't cry. Why... why wasn't I the one who met you first? It would be better if I died, at least I could die in your arms."

Perhaps it was a feeling that it was about to die.

Chen Yiyi no longer hid her true feelings.

"No, no, no, you can't die! Hold on, I don't want you to die."

Meng Chuan cried out.

A sense of guilt arose in my heart.

If it weren't for me, she wouldn't be in this situation.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have met her today.

Meng Chuan hated himself even more. Even if he wanted to see her, he should have taken it more seriously. He shouldn't have chosen to receive her at the buffet restaurant of his hotel just to appease her.

If I had been more formal and taken her to a nicer restaurant, this wouldn't have happened.

"Grandma...Grandma! Wait for me!"

Chen Yiyi's consciousness clearly blurred again.

She held up her bloodied hand and shouted into the void.

The next moment, the arm fell off.

She collapsed into Meng Chuan's arms once again.