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Chapter 149 Who is that woman (9)

Chapter 149: Chapter 149 Who is that woman (9)

The robber, momentarily unalert, let his gun drop from his hand, and the bullet veered off its intended trajectory, striking the sofa next to him.

"Who the hell dares to touch me?!"

The robber grimaced in pain from his kicked wrist and looked at An Yiqing with a vicious and cruel gaze.

The other robbers hurriedly raised their guns and fired wildly in An Yiqing’s direction.

"Qingqing, be careful!"

"Ah—don’t!"

Seeing several robbers aiming their guns at An Yiqing, Gu Tingting and Ruan Xue screamed in panic!

The people crouching nearby, witnessing this scene, all tightly closed their eyes. Such a beautiful girl was about to meet a tragic end!

...

It felt like a century passed by in the silent lobby, where the crowd had been bracing for gunfire that never came.

What, what’s going on?

Everyone inside was somewhat puzzled, as they slowly opened their eyes, only to be shocked speechless by the sight before them!

An Yiqing stood calmly in the center of the lobby wearing a white trench coat, with several handguns scattered at her feet, and those tall and burly robbers were all lying obediently on the ground, motionless.

"Qingqing, how are you?" Gu Tingting cried as she rushed to An Yiqing, looking her over repeatedly.

"You dead girl, you think you’ve lived long enough, huh? These are real guns, not toys! You scared me to death!" Thinking about the scenario just moments ago, Ruan Xue still felt weak in the knees.

An Yiqing held Gu Tingting, who was sniffling and sobbing, comforting her continuously, and she sent Ruan Xue an apologetic smile.

She had seen a lady about to be killed and couldn’t help rushing up.

"Miss, what happened to them?" asked the trembling head of security, looking with horror at the motionless robbers lying on the ground, concerned.

Could the young woman have killed these men?

"I knocked them out with a kick. Call the police," An Yiqing said, with little regard for the meek security manager who was the first to hide when the robbers came in.

"Alright, alright! I’ll call them right away!" The security manager, aware of his cowardice before, touched his nose and stepped aside to make a phone call.

"Miss, this young lady, please call an ambulance for me; my wife has fainted again!" At this moment, a trembling middle-aged housekeeper was clutching the lady, pleading urgently.

Seeing the housekeeper’s frantic expression, An Yiqing nodded internally. Even in such a critical moment, the housekeeper still protected her mistress, something not many people would do.

"Lay her flat, and I’ll have a look," An Yiqing instructed gently as she crouched down.

"Miss, you are..." The middle-aged housekeeper was a bit confused.

"Auntie, let Xiao Qing take a look; she’s a well-known talented student at Xuan University!" Gu Tingting, with red, tear-stained eyes, now energized, prattled on, embellishing the stories of An Yiqing’s rescues.

The housekeeper, baffled by Gu Tingting’s words, found herself somewhat convinced.

An Yiqing’s delicate hand lightly touched the lady’s wrist, and her brows furrowed tighter and tighter. The lady’s condition was worse than she had anticipated. Her vital energy was pent-up, and she had suffered immense emotional trauma before. What sort of sorrow could cause such a gentle woman to be unable to let go?

Looking at the pale woman, the girl’s nose turned sour involuntarily. She took out a brocade bag from her space, drew out Silver Needles, and inserted them into several major acupoints on the woman’s body.

"Miss, what are you doing?" The middle-aged housekeeper watched the young girl, concern tinting her voice.

"Don’t worry, she will wake up soon," An Yiqing said, holding the woman’s hand and slowly circulating vital energy throughout her body. A psychic injury requires psychic healing; even with her ability to rejuvenate miraculously, she was still powerless to cure the sadness of the world.

Sure enough, about ten minutes later, the woman slowly opened her eyes from her unconscious state.

"Madam, how do you feel?" The middle-aged housekeeper cried with joy, squatting beside the woman, softly asking.

"Aunt Li..." The woman’s voice was very weak. She gathered her wits and suddenly remembered what happened before, exclaiming, "Aunt Li, the robbers..."

"Madam, don’t worry, the robbers have been taken down by this miss," said the middle-aged housekeeper, carefully helping the woman to lean on her, saying cheerfully, "Madam, it was this miss who saved you just now."

After hearing the housekeeper’s recounting, the lady, gentle as a chrysanthemum, took a closer look at the girl in front of her.

Her beauty was ethereal, pure and refined, calm and graceful.

Looking at An Yiqing, the woman was reminded of her younger self. If Niuniu were still around, she would be about the girl’s age too...

"Young lady, thank you for saving me." The woman elegantly stood up; even though she was weak, she sincerely smiled to thank her savior.

"Madam, there’s no need for courtesy. I just know a few martial arts moves; it was merely good fortune," An Yiqing replied, feeling a special closeness to this woman, with even her tone becoming more affectionate.