Chapter 026: Bleeding VS Menstruation

“Ugh! If you can't hold your liquor, stop trying to show off—insisting on toasting and now look at me! Damn it, I’m bleeding more than a woman on her period. How am I supposed to recover from this?” Li Huan grumbled to himself, cursing his rotten luck. Of all days, he had to run into this kind of disaster just by going out for some late-night food.

But what Li Huan hadn’t expected was that Su Dieyi eventually came out after all. She’d changed into a tracksuit jacket, her face wearing a frosty expression that seemed to say, “Don’t talk to me, or I’ll bite your head off.” When she dressed his wounds, her movements were far from gentle—as if she were venting her anger on him. Several times, the pain had Li Huan wishing for death, only to be jerked back to life by another stab of agony.

At last, she finished bandaging the wound on his right chest and was about to stand up when Li Huan held his hands out to her. “And here too…”

Su Dieyi nearly lost her temper on the spot. But looking at the gashes on his palms—every finger but the thumbs had a cut, deep enough in some places to glimpse the bone beneath—her anger faded a little, replaced by a rare flicker of concern and anxiety.

“What on earth happened to you? How did you get hurt this badly?” Su Dieyi couldn’t help but soften her tone, her earlier coldness melting away.

Li Huan sighed, frustration rising inside him for reasons he couldn’t explain. “I’m wondering the same thing—my luck’s been absolutely abysmal lately.” He hesitated, then gave her a rough outline of the night’s events. He glossed over how he’d managed to escape using the special skill of “low-level teleportation,” instead crediting the dramatic arrival of some heroic, if not always lovable, police officers who rescued him in the nick of time.

“You should’ve called the police sooner. If you had, things wouldn’t have gotten this bad…” Su Dieyi frowned, a hint of fear flickering in her eyes at the mention of the bald-headed thug. Scum like that deserved to be shot on sight, she thought; otherwise, they were a danger to society.

After applying ointment to his hands and wrapping them in gauze, she stood up, ready to leave. Suddenly, she turned back, glaring at Li Huan. “Hmph. You lecher, I only helped you today because I felt sorry for you! And if you dare sneak another peek at me, you’ll regret it next time!”

With that, Su Dieyi stamped her foot and stormed off to her room, slamming the door behind her. Moments later, she emerged again, dragging Sun Feifei into her room and locking the door with an extra bolt, just in case Li Huan tried to sneak in during the night for any untoward business.

Enduring the pain, Li Huan crawled back to his own room and collapsed onto his bed, his mind swirling with all that had transpired. The “Super Transformation System” truly was a lifesaver for him now—especially tonight. Without the “low-level teleportation” skill, he’d probably be lying in a filthy gutter by now.

What exactly was this thing? Why had it chosen him? The endless questions gave him a splitting headache, but yielded no answers. He knew too little—about himself, about that old computer, about everything that had happened in the last couple of days. He could sense that his life’s course had veered wildly from anything he’d ever imagined…

At some point, Li Huan drifted into a restless sleep, the scenes from the alley replaying in his mind. The bald thug’s face twisted into a grotesque mask, then suddenly the vision shifted and a dazzling whiteness flooded his sight, making his eyes ache. As he peered more closely, he jumped in shock—it was Su Dieyi’s chest.

Bang, bang, bang!

A sudden knock at the door jolted Li Huan awake. He opened his eyes to see a pale ceiling above and a reasonably soft bed below; he was alive, and somewhere outside, the voice of a beautiful woman was calling. In that instant, everything seemed a little brighter.

“Get up, breakfast is ready…” Su Dieyi’s voice drifted in, and she turned away toward the kitchen before Li Huan could reply.

Stretching, Li Huan felt a sharp pain in his right chest. Looking down, he saw his torso wrapped in gauze, spotted with dried blood. Only then did he remember how close he’d come to dying the night before.

After a quick wash, he left his bedroom and saw Su Dieyi in an apron, carrying a pot of porridge to the wooden table in the living room, where several small dishes were already arranged.

She was actually making breakfast? The sight stunned Li Huan—he hadn’t expected it at all. A wave of emotion swept over him, mingling surprise with a strange, unnameable warmth. It reminded him of waking up at home, finding a hearty breakfast on the table, and his mother bustling about—except in this scene, his mother had been replaced by the stunning Su Dieyi.

Soon after, Sun Feifei emerged from Su Dieyi’s room, looking a bit under the weather. She pressed her hand to her head, yawned widely, and padded barefoot to the table. Glancing at the food, she seemed puzzled, rubbed her eyes hard, and only then realized Li Huan was standing there.

Li Huan stared, stunned. Sun Feifei wore only a chiffon blouse and a pair of black underwear beneath, half-hidden by the shirt, with one corner peeking out. Her long, slender legs stood side by side in the gentle morning sunlight, radiating a languid sensuality that nearly made Li Huan bite his tongue in shock.

“Ah!” Normally so dignified and composed in public, Sun Feifei shrieked, fled back to her room, and only reappeared after hurriedly dressing, her embarrassment written all over her face. She couldn’t even meet Li Huan’s eyes, instead burying herself at the table.

“You made breakfast?” Li Huan asked in surprise as Su Dieyi brought over three fried eggs. The apartment had a kitchen, but neither of them had ever used it. Li Huan was too lazy to cook, and he’d assumed Su Dieyi couldn’t. He never imagined she had such skills.

“Who else would have?” Su Dieyi’s tone softened, no longer antagonistic. “I went out and bought some things this morning. It’s cleaner to cook at home.”

Li Huan nodded, feeling a small surge of gratitude. Clearly, Su Dieyi had gone out of her way to buy ingredients and cook breakfast, knowing he was injured and would have trouble getting around. It was healthier, more nutritious—just what a convalescent needed.

Sun Feifei glanced at Su Dieyi, her expression complicated, as if she’d seen through something but chose not to say it aloud. Instead, she praised Su Dieyi and set about tackling breakfast.

The three of them ate in awkward silence. Afterward, Sun Feifei remembered that she’d lost her shoes while fleeing the alley the night before—she’d been barefoot ever since.

Su Dieyi cleaned up, fetched a pair of shoes from her room for Sun Feifei, and noticing the bloodstains on her clothes, handed her a clean set to change into.

Sun Feifei checked Li Huan’s injuries, then made a phone call. When she returned, her expression had grown grave. She walked over to Li Huan and said softly, “I just made some inquiries. That bald guy last night really is the boss around the Lion’s Gate district. You hurt him pretty badly—he’s in intensive care now. This is going to be a big problem for us.”

She’d said “us,” not “you,” and that warmed Li Huan’s heart. Some women, it turned out, were reliable when it counted—ready to share both joy and hardship. That alone made Li Huan deeply admire her.

“Don’t worry too much. They can’t do much to us openly. We just need to be careful from now on,” Li Huan offered, though he didn’t quite believe his own words. After all, he’d stabbed a mob boss—this was as big a mess as anything Little Fatty had ever gotten into.

“Don’t worry, I’ll think of something. I’ll talk to the boss about it—if she steps in, it should be resolved.” Sun Feifei’s usual air of authority returned, her expression stern and commanding.

Li Huan nodded, not refusing her help. Now was no time for pride—if Sun Feifei could assist, things would go much smoother. Otherwise, even with the Super Transformation System, he’d be in deep trouble.

After a few more words of comfort, Sun Feifei hurried off. Su Dieyi, too, had to go to school. She told Li Huan to stay home and wait for her to cook lunch, gave him some instructions, and then left, closing the door behind her.

Watching Su Dieyi’s departing figure, Li Huan was filled with emotion. They’d been at odds before, but his injury had brought a truce—and now, she was willing to take care of him herself.

In that moment, Li Huan felt happiness had come too swiftly. Even if he got stabbed again, he’d accept it gladly.

It was Monday, and he should have been at school. Though he’d nearly finished his credits for his final undergraduate year, there was still much to do—otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken a job at the bar in the first place. But now, he had no choice but to call his advisor and take a day off.

With nothing to do, Li Huan lay in bed, pondering life and the future. Both his hands were injured, so he couldn’t even play on his computer. Around ten, Xiao Yu called, saying she was bored and wanted to hang out.

Li Huan was reluctant for her to see him like this, but she insisted she was already nearby. He had no choice but to give her his building and apartment number, then got dressed and waited.

Soon, there was a knock. Li Huan opened the door and was startled to see not only Xiao Yu, but also a pretty young girl, no more than twenty, with delicate features and a shy smile when she saw Li Huan.