After speaking, Ke Teng, as if driven mad, rushed out the door past the two of them.
Xu Yanchuan didn't have time to stop him.
Seeing him flee, he pulled Jiang Nanfang up from the ground, went into the room to find something to bandage her arm, and prepared to take her to the hospital.
Ke Teng, having lost his beloved pet, was consumed by rage.
As he rode the elevator down to the first floor, he furiously pondered how to make Jiang Nanfang pay for his dog's life.
To his surprise, as he stepped out of the elevator and reached the main entrance, he saw dozens of black cars parked outside.
Rows of men in uniform, wearing sunglasses and looking like bodyguards, stood by the car doors, as if waiting for someone.
A jolt went through him, and he quickly ducked behind the green plants by the door.
He thought: I didn't have any appointments today, and I came to my cousin's place disguised. How did the reporters find me?
These paparazzi, following him everywhere, were truly annoying!
He wanted to find a back door and slip away quietly.
At that moment, the glass doors were pushed open, and a group of bodyguards escorted a slender, expensively dressed middle-aged woman inside.
As she walked, she asked.
"Are you sure she's here? Which floor? Who is she with?"
The bodyguard behind her replied.
"I've been following her for two days and saw her come in with my own eyes. She's with someone named Xu Yanchuan. His office is on the sixth floor."
The woman pushed her sunglasses up with a stern expression.
Everyone accompanied her towards the elevator.
Sixth floor? Xu Yanchuan?
And then this massive display of force.
Ke Teng realized these people weren't looking for him; they were after Jiang Nanfang.
What was this woman's background? Why such a grand show?
What were these people here for? To arrest her, or...?
If they were here to arrest her, Ke Teng should have been delighted. Someone was getting revenge for him.
But thinking about how that woman had just been bitten by his dog, and not knowing her condition, if she were indeed captured, wouldn't she be completely defenseless?
Although Ke Teng was pampered, he wasn't someone who would take advantage of another's misfortune.
Even if he wanted revenge on Jiang Nanfang, he would do it openly and disdained using despicable means.
So, after only a few seconds of thought, he spotted the stairs nearby, pulled his mask up, and walked quickly towards them.
Using his long legs, he took three steps at a time and quickly returned to the studio before the elevator arrived.
The door was open, and Amei was still lying on the ground.
He glanced at her with concern before running inside.
"Cousin, someone's here!"
He hadn't expected him to return.
Xu Yanchuan was bandaging Jiang Nanfang's arm when he saw Ke Teng rush in, his expression serious.
"She's already like this, and you're still not done?"
"Even if your dog is more noble, is it more important than human life? Ke Teng, don't force me to get angry!"
"Who's going crazy? Who is this woman? Who did she offend? I just saw an old woman with a group of bodyguards coming to find her! Should you hide?"
An old woman with a group of bodyguards coming to find her?
Besides Zeng Jiahui, Jiang Nanfang couldn't think of anyone else.
But wasn't Zeng Jiahui already...?
Xu Yanchuan looked at Jiang Nanfang. "Did you offend someone?"
Jiang Nanfang had indeed offended many people. She couldn't figure out who to suspect.
Seeing her like this, Xu Yanchuan quickly made a decision.
"Forget it, no more nonsense. We need to get to the hospital quickly. You don't have time to deal with people. I'll handle things here. You and Ke Teng should go hide first."
Xu Yanchuan pulled her up and pushed her towards Ke Teng.
"Ding!" The elevator arrived.
With no time to say more, Ke Teng grabbed her and, like a gust of wind, they rushed into the adjacent stairwell.
The two tiptoed, running downstairs as if escaping for their lives.
As they ran, Ke Teng asked her.
"There are many bodyguards at the main entrance downstairs, we can't go that way. Does this building have a back door?"
There was a back door.
But Jiang Nanfang wasn't sure if it was guarded.
Ke Teng glanced at her attire, which made her easily recognizable.
Upon reaching the first floor, he stopped and took off his hooded sweatshirt, putting it over her head.
Fortunately, she was wearing a black tank top underneath, and Jiang Nanfang thought he would be shirtless...
With the hood on, the two of them, hand in hand, went to the back door.
As expected, it was guarded.
Seeing a group of bodyguards looking around, appearing to be on high alert, Ke Teng scooped Jiang Nanfang into his arms.
"Hold onto my neck, bury your face in me, and don't say anything."
The two of them walked out the door like this.
The bodyguards saw someone coming out and instinctively reached out to stop them.
"What are you doing?"
Ke Teng looked at them expressionlessly.
"My friend is injured, I'm taking her out. Who are you people? Why are you guarding the entrance in broad daylight?"
Seeing the two dressed like a couple, with the woman leaning on him, her arm wrapped in a towel from which blood was seeping.
The security guards waved them away impatiently.
"Don't ask what you shouldn't. Go. Go quickly."
The two were allowed to pass.
Ke Teng walked briskly, carrying Jiang Nanfang for dozens of meters, found his car, put her in, and started the engine.
Given his status, it wasn't suitable to go to the hospital without prior arrangements from an agent.
He could only take Jiang Nanfang to his home.
"I'll call my family doctor to take a look at you. We can't go to the hospital. You'll have to bear with it for now."
Responsibility had kicked in at this moment.
If he had been like this earlier, with some manliness, she wouldn't have impulsively crushed his Tibetan Mastiff to death.
Watching his well-defined hands skillfully operate the steering wheel, Jiang Nanfang wanted to say something but held back.
Soon, the two arrived at the underground parking lot.
Closing the door, Ke Teng reached to pick her up again.
Jiang Nanfang said it wasn't necessary.
"My hand is injured, not my leg. I can walk."
"Do you think I want to carry you? It's just that you walk too slowly, and I'm afraid of being photographed. Hurry up."
Without further ado, Ke Teng scooped her up and hurried towards the elevator.
Soon, the two entered his apartment.
Ke Teng tossed her onto the sofa, pulled out his phone, and called the family doctor.
Jiang Nanfang took off the hooded sweatshirt and placed it on the sofa.
After the call, Ke Teng turned around, casually taking off his sunglasses and mask.
Jiang Nanfang finally got a clear look at his face.
He had some facial similarities to Xu Yanchuan, but he was more refined, more three-dimensional, and younger.
No wonder he was a popular idol; his looks were stunning.
However, he was too young and lacked a certain mature aura. He couldn't compare to Zhan Beijue; at best, he could be called a pretty boy.
Noticing Jiang Nanfang staring at him, Ke Teng narcissistically ran a hand through his hair.
"What are you looking at? First time seeing a big star? You're heavy, carrying you made my arms sore. Sit here for a moment, the doctor will be here soon. I'm going to wash my face."
With that, he turned and left.
Jiang Nanfang took out her phone to check. Xu Yanchuan had sent her a WeChat message.
"The one who came looking for you just now was Mrs. Zhan. I didn't expect your mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship to be so bad."
"I couldn't find you. It seems she won't give up. There are definitely people watching near your office recently. What are your plans?"