A True Heroine Needs No Man - Chapter 6

I was about to push the door open.

A hand shot out and blocked my way.

Shang Luzhou stared at me, his expression blank, his voice cold.

“My girlfriend is resting inside. It’s incredibly rude of you to just barge in.”

He enunciated “my girlfriend” with heavy emphasis.

His eyes were cold, his face a mask of indifference.

I took a step back and motioned for him to open the door.

“Then you open it. She’s sick.”

Shang Luzhou scoffed, a mocking glint in his eyes.

“Shen Fu, do you really think everyone is a fool?”

“Whether she’s sick or not, do I need an outsider like you to tell me?”

I took a deep breath, refusing to argue with him.

“Shang Luzhou, I don’t have time to play mind games with you.”

“The door is locked, and Su Wanyin is sick inside.”

I pulled his hand away forcefully and tried the handle.

It wouldn’t budge.

I looked at Lin Lailei, who had followed me up.

“Lailei, can you find someone to open this door?”

She nodded, confused, and hurried off to find help.

“Su Wanyin, are you conscious?”

A weak response came from inside the room. Her voice was so faint that even straining to listen, I could only make out a muffled sound.

“My friend went to get help. Someone will be here to open the door soon.”

“Don’t worry.”

I pulled out my phone and dialed for an ambulance.

The entire time, Shang Luzhou stood there in silence, watching me.

Even as I turned my back to make the call, I could feel his gaze on me.

Lin Lailei was quick. She returned with someone who unlocked the door.

Su Wanyin was collapsed on the floor, whimpering like a wounded animal.

Her phone, battery dead, was still clutched tightly in her hand.

I touched her forehead. It was burning hot.

If she burned like this for dozens of hours, she’d be dead or brain-damaged.

The author gave her the halo of a protagonist but also saddled her with endless suffering, all so she could win Shang Luzhou’s love.

I leaned down, trying to hear what she was saying.

Her words were faint, a desperate struggle.

“Grandma.”

“Shang Luzhou.”

“It hurts.”

She had never met her parents, taken in and raised by a widowed old woman from her village.

In a moment like this, the only people she could think of were the long-dead woman who raised her and the man the author had destined for her.

Shang Luzhou stood at the doorway, his expression unreadable.

“Pick her up. The ambulance is on its way.”

He paused, a derisive smile playing on his lips.

“Shen Fu, is this your new trick to get my attention?”

“She is not a pawn for you to use.”

I bent down, helped Su Wanyin into a sitting position, and then, using my knees for leverage, scooped her into my arms.

“You’re overthinking it.”

I looked straight at him and said, enunciating each word with contempt:

“A-piece-of-trash-like-you-isn’t-worth-my-time.”

If this was the best the male lead could be, I might as well take the role myself.

He really couldn’t compare to me.

Lin Lailei ran over, panting.

“Babe, the paramedics are here.”

She belatedly sensed the tense atmosphere and cautiously edged closer to me.

“Fu Fu, you’re so strong! Total boyfriend material!”

I said, “I’m a girl. You should say girlfriend material.”

There’s no need to strictly define male and female traits. You are a woman, so whatever you are, that is what a woman can be.

If you are strong, you are a strong woman. If you are gentle, you are a gentle woman.

If you eat a lot, you are a woman with a healthy appetite. If you eat a little, you are a woman with a small appetite.

That’s all there is to it.

Shang Luzhou’s eyes darkened, his face chillingly cold.

“Shen Fu, you’ve crossed a line.”

“My patience with you is limited.”