After the Sickly Child Differentiates into A - Chapter 29

Frail enough to be toppled by a gust of wind, shorter than the average child her age, and so thin her bones seemed to protrude she looked utterly fragile.

Yet, in the pouring rain, like an enraged young beast, she lunged at the “enemy” before her.

The impact of this scene was greater than the curse she had uttered, leaving Wen Jingzhi, for the first time in his life, completely stunned, his mind blank as he stood frozen in place.

The person who had tackled Wu Tang was already consumed by gloom. Her vision was blurred, her head dizzy, and her limbs weak, but she gritted her teeth and stubbornly landed punch after punch on him.

The force wasn’t particularly strong, but each blow to the face stung enough to make it hard to keep his eyes open.

Anyone associated with that person was no good!

No good at all!!

Her punches fell faster and faster.

Wu Tang was dazed. He hadn’t expected such a frail-looking girl to curse and throw punches. It took several hits before he snapped back to reality, opened his eyes, and grabbed her small fist. “What are you doing?!”

Looking up, through the rain-blurred vision, a tall, slender figure holding an umbrella seemed to appear. It didn’t look like his brother had a teacher arrived?

“What am I doing?” The girl kneeling in the rain lifted her gloomy, downturned eyes and suddenly grinned, revealing a blood-stained smile. “Beating you up, you idiot.”

A lunatic, she was a lunatic!

Blood trickled from the corner of her split lip, staining the eerie curve of her mouth, making her sickly pale face appear as if it concealed a storm of ferocity.

Wu Tang instinctively shuddered. The fist clenched in his palm was yanked back and, in the next moment, landed on the corner of his eye. He let out a pained cry, flailing his arms wildly as he pushed the person pinning him down away.

Lin Li had no strength left. With just a light push, she fell backward. Her eyes open, she faced the rain that stung her vision, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and thought,

It was worth it.

Even if she hadn’t managed to hit that person, beating up his lackey was still worth it.

How many more punches were left?

A078, A116, B.

So many more.

The sound of hurried footsteps splashing through puddles echoed as a tall, dark figure leaped down from the wall, landing at the end of the path. Gloved hands clutched a blood-drawing syringe as he rushed toward Lin Li.

Wu Tang, who had been covering his eye and crying, saw the newcomer and exclaimed joyfully, “Brother!”

The man in black ignored him, approaching Lin Li and reaching out his hand.

Lin Li had no strength left, her head spinning. She stared as the hand in her vision grew larger and larger.

Was she going to be taken away?

Suddenly, the sound of splashing footsteps echoed again. In the next moment, a black long-handled umbrella, dripping with rain, appeared in her line of sight. It swung down, landing on the man’s forearm amid a spray of water droplets.

After deflecting the hand, the tip of the umbrella twisted and pressed against the man’s shoulder blade. With a forward thrust, the man grunted and quickly retreated.

What came into view was a tall woman, now drenched by the rain after losing the shelter of her umbrella. Gripping the long-handled umbrella, she pointed it at the man, her figure gradually blurring in Lin Li’s eyes, overlapping with another silhouette.

Grandma?

Is it Grandma?

Am I dreaming?

The scent of snow brushed against her face. The child lying in the puddle blinked slowly, her eyes suddenly reddening.

It’s my sister.

Wen Jingzhi stared at the man before her dressed in black, wearing a hat, a mask, and even gloves. His aura was icy and overwhelmingly oppressive. Glancing at Lin Li, who lay unnervingly still on the ground, she shifted her stance, positioning herself protectively in front of the child. Her cold eyes locked onto the man as her lips parted to utter a single word: “Purpose.”

The man’s gaze flickered toward Lin Li behind Wen Jingzhi, his lips tightening beneath the mask.

The mission was likely a failure, all because this kid had acted recklessly. Despite rushing over as fast as he could, he had still arrived a step too late.

Without a word, the man suddenly raised his hand and flung the syringe toward Wen Jingzhi. Simultaneously, he pushed off the ground with his back foot, lunging forward explosively.

In an instant, a black umbrella snapped open. The syringe embedded itself in the fabric of the umbrella. With a swift flick of the handle, Wen Jingzhi sent the needle flying away. Her boots splashed heavily through the puddles as she closed the distance between them in a few quick strides. She tossed the umbrella backward, its tip hitting the ground, and the slightly torn canopy settled beside Lin Li, sheltering the slender frame from the torrential rain.

At the same time, Wen Jingzhi raised her arm to block the man’s downward-sweeping kick. Sinking her weight, she shoved his leg aside and shot her right hand forward, aiming for his shoulder. The man reacted swiftly, twisting away and throwing a punch toward her neck and shoulder. Unfazed, she blocked with her forearm, twisted her wrist to seize his arm, and yanked him forward, driving her knee hard into his abdomen.

A muffled grunt escaped the man as he spun into a whip-like kick. Wen Jingzhi released his arm, stepping back while raising her own leg to meet his.

The wind stirred by their blows shattered raindrops and tore through the curtain of rain. Puddles on the ground and droplets in the air were continuously struck and stomped, sending splashes flying.

As the exchange of blows continued, the man grew increasingly alarmed.

This woman was using orthodox military techniques swift, powerful, and ruthlessly efficient.

But how was that possible?

The Wen family no longer had any active-duty soldiers! And her face was unmistakable Wen Jingzhi, a well-known celebrity in the entertainment industry and the only Omega among the Wen family’s younger generation.

Why would an Omega possess such skills?

Was the old man of the Wen family insane? Teaching such formidable skills not to an Alpha, but to an Omega!?

Forced back another step, the man glanced at Wu Tang, who was cowering in the corner, then checked his watch. Gritting his teeth, he made a decision.

It was time to retreat. If he stayed any longer, escape would be impossible.

He surged forward, using a rapid flurry of punches and kicks to drive Wen Jingzhi back. In the next moment, he lunged toward Wu Tang, grabbed him by the collar, and clamped him under his arm before scaling the wall and vanishing.

Wen Jingzhi frowned, poised to give chase, when a weak voice called out from behind her: “Sis!”

It’s dangerous. Don’t go.

In Lin Li’s mind, anything related to that place and that person was perilous.

The kid!

Snapped out of her combat focus, Wen Jingzhi turned toward Lin Li beneath the umbrella. Her cold gaze met a pair of dark eyes, and that single glance rooted her to the spot once more.

What kind of eyes were they?

Like a trapped beast, battered and bruised from struggling against its cage, on the verge of death, its eyes fixed beyond the bars, filled with a desperate longing for freedom. Yet beneath that yearning lay a startling ferocity. Even if its fangs were pulled, its limbs broken, and only those eyes could still move, it would glare fiercely at its “enemy,” determined to tear a piece of flesh from them with its last breath.

“Cough, cough!” The child lying in the puddle on the ground suddenly began to cough, bright red blood flowing from her nose. Wen Jingzhi didn’t have time to think; she rushed over in a few steps, scooped the child into her arms, and pressed her palm against the back of her neck. “Don’t tilt your head, Lin Li, don’t tilt your head. It’s going to be okay.” She then picked up the umbrella from the ground to shield the child in her arms from the rain and ran toward the intersection.

Just as she started running, a damp arm wrapped tightly around her neck. “Sis, sister, cough, cough, my bag, my schoolbag.”

“I’ll buy you a new one.” She needed to get Lin Li to the hospital as quickly as possible.

“Cough, cough, cough! No! No! Xiao Xi, cough!” Suddenly, a scalding warmth splashed against the rain-chilled side of her neck, the metallic scent of blood assaulting her nostrils. Wen Jingzhi squeezed her eyes shut tightly, then turned and ran back. Her gaze locked onto the schoolbag under the eaves. As she approached, she discarded the umbrella, grabbed the bag in one swift motion, and turned back without a moment’s pause.

Holding Lin Li tightly with one arm, Wen Jingzhi sprinted through the torrential rain, faster than she had ever run during any sports meet.

The heavy rain lashed against her cheeks and body, drenching her eyelashes, blurring her vision, and soaking her heavy heart.

As she ran out of the school gate, Wen Chende happened to arrive. The moment he saw the two of them, he flung open the car door. “Jingzhi!”

Wen Jingzhi carried Lin Li into the back seat and shut the door. Wen Chende immediately ordered, “To Military District One Hospital!”

The driver started the car without delay.

Lin Li’s arms, which had been wrapped around Wen Jingzhi’s neck, now hung limp. She leaned against her sister’s chest; her nosebleed had stopped, and the rain had washed away the blood around her mouth and nose, but faint traces of crimson remained.

Wen Jingzhi silently tossed the schoolbag under the seat. Noticing the obvious drowsiness in the child’s half-open eyes, her heart clenched. She closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself to stay calm, and asked in a low, strained voice, “Why did you insist on getting the schoolbag?”

The drowsiness faded slightly as Lin Li managed a weak smile. “Xiao Xi felt doll.” After uttering those few words, she paused, struggling to catch her breath, before continuing, “Can’t lose it.”

It was a gift her sister had made with her own hands. She couldn’t lose it.

Wen Jingzhi closed her eyes, took a soft breath, and felt as if her throat were clogged with sand, unable to produce a sound.

“Dry yourself off.” Old Master Wen handed two towels to Wen Jingzhi, not pressing for answers just yet.

Wen Jingzhi took the towels and first wiped the child’s face and neck, then pressed them against her clothes to soak up the water. The other towel fell onto the damp little head, gently drying her hair.

“Sister, you dry off too,” came the faint, weak voice.

“Mm.”

After tending to the child, Wen Jingzhi took the fresh towel Old Master Wen handed her and wiped her own face and hair haphazardly. She found a blanket kept in the car for emergencies, draped it over herself, and held Lin Li while glancing out the window.

The curtain of rain obscured the view; she couldn’t see clearly.

They should be arriving soon.

Suddenly, her pants pocket vibrated. Wen Jingzhi froze, reached in, and pulled out the phone she had hastily stuffed inside earlier. The entire device looked as if it had been soaked, the screen a mess of blue and white patches. In one small, barely “normal” section of the screen, a familiar red pop-up appeared.

Only two words were legible, Too Low.

What was too low?

Heart rate.

Wen Jingzhi snapped her gaze down to the child in her arms. Those eyes, which should have been soft but now resembled those of a trapped beast, had unknowingly closed completely. Her breathing was almost imperceptible.

Her cold eyes contracted sharply.

Just then, the car came to a stop. She discarded the now completely broken phone, grabbed the umbrella from the back seat, opened the car door, and hurried toward the emergency entrance, holding Lin Li and shielding her with the umbrella.

Wen Chende watched the figure gradually disappearing into the rain and sighed, then dialed Dr. Su’s number.

“We found them. Jingzhi has taken someone to the emergency room. Dr. Su, please assist.”

Su Yue intercepted Wen Jingzhi in the emergency department, reaching out to take Lin Li from her arms. But Wen Jingzhi tightened her grip, her face cold and silent.

“As a member of the Wen family, you should understand better than anyone,” Su Yue sighed. “Some things aren’t that we don’t want to say, it’s that we cannot.”Recalling the skilled and formidable black-clad assailants, Wen Jingzhi slowly exhaled and handed Lin Li over to Su Yue.”

The vague premonition that had been weighing on her heart had come true.

The approaching storm had arrived.

Su Yue hurried toward the elevator with Lin Li in his arms.

Wen Jingzhi stood in the bustling corridor of the emergency department, drenched and draped only in a light-colored blanket. Even without makeup, her beauty was striking, but now, marked by the storm, it carried a hint of lonely fragility.

Many recognized her, gasping in surprise. Wen Chende arrived with his team, and the bodyguards immediately dispersed to handle the duties of managers and assistants. Wen Jingzhi lowered her gaze indifferently, turned, and followed her grandfather to the thirteenth floor.

After a quick wash and changing into clothes kept in the car, she left the lounge and sat beside her grandfather. Staring at the closed door of the examination room, her lips parted slightly, her voice as cold as snow. “Two years as a wanderer?””

The old man pressed his lips together and sighed. “You’ve always been clever. I knew I couldn’t keep it from you.”Not wandering.”” Wen Chende glanced at her and shook his head. “What it was, Grandfather cannot say.”

“Mm.” She had guessed as much.

Wen Jingzhi lowered her eyes in silence. After a long pause, she spoke coolly, “Lin Li, is he alright?”

“He will be.” That child is strong; he will surely recover.

“Good.” She nodded, accepting the answer, then turned to ask, “What kind of person is that grandmother?”

Wen Chende was taken aback. “Junyan, ah!” The old man suddenly laughed. “Her? She’s someone more blinding than the sun.”

“A comrade you could trust with your back completely, a friend you could entrust your life to, an Omega stronger than many Alphas.”

“The most outstanding soldier Grandfather has ever seen.”

“And her personality?”

Recalling something, the old man chuckled briefly. “Her temper, ah!”

“A hothead who’d throw a punch at the slightest disagreement. If she couldn’t win a fight, she’d curse; if she couldn’t win with words, she’d fight. And if she could do neither, she’d find a chance to ambush.”

“Anyone who opposed her would surely suffer at her hands.”

“To put it nicely, she was unconventional and free-spirited.”

“And not so nicely?”

Wen Chende laughed heartily. “There are plenty of unflattering terms reckless, a troublemaker, arrogant, unrestrained.”

“So sometimes, when I look at Xiao You, I marvel. That troublemaker who gave all the instructors headaches in her youth, that Junyan who remained unbridled even in old age, actually managed to raise Xiao You to be so sensible and well-behaved.”

“It’s quite a marvel.”

Wen Jingzhi’s expression turned peculiar for a moment, and she pressed her lips together without another word.

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