After Unbinding the Simp System, I'm Targeted by the Villain - Chapter 30

The pheromone scent in the room was overpowering, making Ji Zhou cough several times as he charged inside.

“You absolute scumbag! How dare you cheat on and green-light my sister!”

Ji Zhou savagely tackled the scumbag to the ground, pinning him down and unleashing a flurry of blows.

The man’s muscles weren’t just for show, though. He summoned all his strength to shove Ji Zhou off, and the two became locked in a fierce brawl.

Xu Mengshu had intended to confront “the other woman” in a fit of rage, but she froze when she saw the girl on the bed. The girl’s face was an unnatural shade of red, and her eyes were glazed and unfocused. A terrifying thought rose from the depths of Xu Mengshu’s heart.

Forgetting her anger, she grabbed a large bath towel from the nearby cabinet and wrapped it around the girl.

“Brother, stop fighting! Something’s wrong with this girl,” Xu Mengshu said, her voice trembling.

Yu Chucheng suppressed his own pain and stepped forward to look. “She looks like she’s been induced into heat by pheromones.”

A few minutes ago, Xu Mengshu only thought her boyfriend was a cheater; now she realized he was a monster.

Yu Chucheng hissed in pain as he inhaled sharply. “Call the police. This isn’t ‘consensual’ anymore.”

Hearing the word “police,” the bathroom door suddenly flew open, and a bald man in a black T-shirt bolted out.

What?!

Everyone was stunned—there was actually someone else in the bathroom!

The bald man had intended to slip out during the chaos, but when he heard they were calling the police, a massive wave of fear hit him. His only thought was to run.

Xu Mengshu screamed, “Stop him!”

The moment she spoke, Yu Chucheng had already lunged forward. Ignoring the pain in his fingers, he tackled the bald man from behind, pinning him to the floor.

The bald man wasn’t as strong as the scumbag. Yu Chucheng twisted the man’s arms behind his back, using his entire body weight to restrain him.

Seeing that the scumbag had an accomplice, Ji Zhou reached his breaking point. “You people really are lower than animals!”

The girl sitting on the bed was about the same age as Xu Mengshu. Terrified by the commotion in the room, she was shaking like a leaf.

Xu Mengshu covered the girl’s eyes. The person who had been crying her eyes out in the lobby just a while ago was now comforting someone else. She held the stranger tightly, not knowing what else to do except repeat over and over in her ear, “Don’t be afraid, it’s okay now.”

She didn’t dare think about what would have happened to this girl if she hadn’t followed the scumbag today.

The bald man struggled violently. The noise from room 803 eventually alerted the other guests, and several people poked their heads out of their doors to watch curiously.

Xu Mengshu had already called the police; they would arrive in about ten minutes.

Perhaps knowing he was cornered, the bald man gritted his teeth and moved the hand pinned beneath him. He fumbled for a wooden toothbrush he had grabbed in the bathroom during the panic and swung it wildly toward his back.

While a toothbrush wasn’t lethal, a strike to the eye would be severe.

Yu Chucheng’s pupils constricted. He jerked his head aside just as the wooden handle was less than a centimeter from his eye.

The wooden handle grazed his forehead. It felt scorching hot, but for a moment, he couldn’t feel the pain—until a drop of crimson liquid trickled down from his brow.

Yu Chucheng: “…”

Crap, I faint at the sight of blood.

The onlookers gasped. A kind-hearted guest snapped out of it and immediately stepped forward to pin the bald man’s hand down, preventing further violence.

Not long after, police sirens wailed downstairs. Several officers rushed in and subdued the two men.

During the fight, Ji Zhou had sprained his wrist and taken a few hits to the face, but compared to him, Yu Chucheng’s injury looked much scarier. Because it was a forehead wound, bright red blood kept flowing down his brow. Yu Chucheng had to keep one eye shut, and his face was deathly pale.

He felt so dizzy.

He stood up unsteadily, his nose filled with the iron-like scent of blood. It was revolting.

The police led the bald man and the scumbag away. A female officer helped Xu Mengshu support the victim.

Both Ji Zhou and Yu Chucheng needed their injuries treated before they could give their statements.

Ji Zhou had taken a few punches but was largely fine; Yu Chucheng, however, was running on pure willpower.

While waiting for the elevator, Ji Zhou patted Yu Chucheng’s shoulder. “Thanks to you today. I wouldn’t have been able to handle this alone.”

Yu Chucheng gave a muffled “Mm.” Looking at the elevator floor numbers slowly increasing, he felt like Ji Zhou’s voice was coming from another world.

Ji Zhou paused. Usually, Yu Chucheng loved to joke around with him. Even back in high school when he’d twisted his ankle in PE and cried from the pain, Yu Chucheng still had the energy to bicker. But now, Yu Chucheng was completely wilted, silent, and looking terrible. Something was definitely wrong.

Ji Zhou hurriedly supported Yu Chucheng’s shoulder. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?!”

But with that gentle touch, Yu Chucheng lost all stability. Like a weightless feather, his eyes half-closed, and he toppled straight forward.

Ji Zhou: “!!!”

At that exact moment, the elevator chimed.

Before the doors could even fully open, a pair of hands reached out and caught the limp Yu Chucheng.

A familiar fresh fragrance washed away the iron scent of blood in his nose.

A split second before he lost consciousness, a sigh of pure relief escaped Yu Chucheng’s heart.

Ah… smells so good.

“Yu Chucheng mentioned he faints at the sight of blood, but I didn’t realize it was this serious.”

After a long while, Yu Chucheng finally emerged from the dizziness. He blinked and found himself lying on a single bed in a hospital room, with Ji Zhou’s voice nearby.

Yu Chucheng didn’t want to move. The wound on his forehead had been bandaged with gauze wrapped around his head. A sharp, delayed pain began to throb at the injury site; if he hadn’t turned his head in time, he might have lost an eye.

The air was thick with the hospital’s characteristic scent of disinfectant. He wrinkled his nose slightly, instinctively seeking the pleasant scent he had smelled before passing out.

Suddenly, a palm covered his eyes—cool and comfortable.

Duan Huaijin checked the temperature of Yu Chucheng’s forehead. “You’re awake? Still feeling sick?”

Yu Chucheng nearly bolted upright. Nausea and racing heart? Gone. “I’m fine.”

Perhaps noticing Yu Chucheng’s big reaction, Duan Huaijin explained, “I heard something happened over the phone, so I came over.”

Memories of the hotel slowly flooded back. Yu Chucheng had thought Duan Huaijin hung up when the line went silent, but then his earbud had fallen.

Because his injury was somewhat serious, the doctor suggested observation. A female police officer came directly to the hospital to take his statement.

“Please describe what happened,” she said, uncapping her pen.

Duan Huaijin took Yu Chucheng’s bruised and battered hand to apply ointment. Yu Chucheng forced himself to concentrate, trying not to focus on his hand. After he finished, the officer asked a few more questions, which he answered one by one.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” Before leaving, the officer smiled at him. “You’re very brave. Rest well; we won’t disturb you further.”

Yu Chucheng’s pale face turned slightly pink. He rubbed his neck awkwardly. “It’s fine, these are just small injur—Ow! Pain!”

Duan Huaijin had just applied ointment to the darkest part of a bruise. Yu Chucheng nearly burst into tears. He looked at Duan Huaijin with a face full of silent accusation and grievance.

“Sorry, I was too rough,” Duan Huaijin said softly, looking down.

Under the cold white hospital lights, Duan Huaijin sat there as aloof as mountain snow. His long eyelashes were lowered, and his calm eyes seemed to hold a trace of guilt.

Yu Chucheng sighed internally and said, “It’s okay.”

He really couldn’t bring himself to stay mad at that face, especially since Duan Huaijin didn’t do it on purpose.

Yu Chucheng felt like his hand was going stiff from being held. He tried to pull it back, thinking he could apply the ointment himself with one hand.

But Duan Huaijin suddenly pulled his hand toward his lips.

“Wait, what are you do—” Yu Chucheng’s words cut off when he felt a gentle breeze.

Duan Huaijin was bowing his head, blowing softly on Yu Chucheng’s injured knuckles. “There, it won’t hurt anymore.”

Yu Chucheng’s face instantly turned a violent shade of red.

Wait! Even if I’m a straight guy, I can’t handle a handsome man doing this! This is totally against the rules!!