Liang Rongrong stood in the rain, feeling deeply wronged.
Rescuing Feng Yunhe and making him owe her his life was the best opportunity to get closer to his heart.
Although her classmates gossiped behind her back that she and Feng Yunhe were a couple, and some even targeted her because of this, Liang Rongrong knew that Feng Yunhe only seemed to treat her well.
In Feng Yunhe's eyes, despite spending a year together day and night, she was no different from a stranger.
Especially since her mother was Feng's Father's first love, if Feng Yunhe ever found out, he would surely detest her.
She desperately needed a strong shield to change her position in Feng Yunhe's heart and protect her from the fallout once that secret was exposed.
Saving his life was a perfect opportunity.
But at the hospital, she had to stay by Feng Yunhe's bedside to ensure no one else took credit.
Her resolve to bring Feng Yunhe back alive grew stronger, and despite the rescuers' attempts to stop her, Liang Rongrong rushed towards the accident site.
This must be a test from the heavens, a test of her sincerity towards Feng Yunhe.
Yes, that must be it. When everyone else had given up, only she was willing to save him.
Only she truly loved him.
The road ahead was still dangerous, and the rescuers couldn't just let her go to her death, so they stopped her.
Liang Rongrong fumed, thinking that the more obstacles she faced now, the more Feng Yunhe would love her in the future.
The rescuers had never seen someone so eager to die. After searching the landslide area, they confirmed no one else was buried.
So this young woman wasn't trying to save anyone; was she trying to commit suicide?
Though they couldn't understand, they had a duty to prevent a young girl from taking her life.
The rescuers escorted Liang Rongrong away from the danger zone, suspecting she might be mentally ill. They decided to take her to the police station to contact her family, fearing she might have slipped out unnoticed.
"Whether she hurts someone else or herself, it's not good. Remember that stabbing incident by a mentally ill person in July? It was pretty scary."
Hearing the rescuers talk to the police like this, Liang Rongrong nearly exploded with anger.
How could she, a young and beautiful girl, be a mental patient?
She shouted, "I'm not sick, and I'm definitely not mentally ill!"
The rescuer retorted, "Just like drunk people always say they're not drunk, sick people also claim they're not sick."
They had already checked the landslide area multiple times and confirmed no one was trapped under the debris.
Yet this woman kept screaming at them to go back and save someone.
At first, the rescuers were fooled and even went back to check again, ensuring nothing was missed.
Feeling duped by this crazy woman, they were unhappy, but considering she might be mentally ill, they decided not to take it personally.
"Alright, let's not argue. She can't help it; it's sad."
Sad, sad, sad...
Liang Rongrong had been called sad many times before, but those were situations she orchestrated to gain benefits. The amount of benefit depended on the status of the person saying it.
Never had she felt so furious hearing someone say she was sad.
A bunch of fools who couldn't recognize gold inlaid jade!
The young police officer who took over the case from the rescuers was joined by an older officer with a thermos of goji berries tea. After hearing their description and glancing at the drenched and furious Liang Rongrong, he set his thermos on the table.
"Suspects she's on drugs; get a drug test done."
The young officer slapped his forehead, realizing he had forgotten about that possibility. This woman's behavior—running out in the rain without an umbrella, insisting on going to a dangerous place—could very well be due to drug use.
The rescuers were relieved to pass this hot potato, though they still wanted to stay and see if the woman was on drugs or mentally ill.
Human nature is curious.
But fatigue eventually won over curiosity, and the most comfortable place at that moment was their bed at the dormitory.
Whether or not the woman was on drugs, they needed to contact her family to avoid causing worry.
When the police asked for Liang Rongrong's contact information, she readily provided it.
She wanted these two foolish police officers to know they had stepped on a landmine. Her godfather was the CEO of a listed company; she wasn't some mental patient.
Now that they had mistaken her for one, they would regret it.
They would all learn that because of their interference, the wealthy family's heir almost lost his life.
The phone call was quickly answered by Feng's Father.
"Hello, who is this?"
"Hello, Mr. Feng, this is the police station. Is Liang Rongrong your goddaughter?"
Hearing it was the police and about Rongrong, Feng's Father immediately asked anxiously, "Yes, she is. Has something happened to her?"
Liang Rongrong, faintly hearing the conversation outside, began to scream frantically, "Godfather, Brother is in trouble! You have to send someone to save him; it's too late already!"
She repeated this many times, her shrill voice loud enough for the police on the phone to hear.
He paused and said, "By the way, your goddaughter claims your son was hit by a landslide on the highway and is in critical condition."
Feng's Father's breath caught for a moment.
He quickly remembered seeing his son just ten minutes ago, dressed in casual clothes. Could he have left the villa in such a short time?
