Vase Cannon Fodder Is Pampered By The Group Again

Chapter 29.2 "Shen Ci is a fake!"

Cough, cough…” Shen Ci suddenly coughed up a large mouthful of water, his back arching painfully. Lu Xiao hurriedly helped him up in a panic, patting his back gently as he held him in his arms.

Shen Ci subconsciously grabbed Lu Xiao’s clothes, his hands so taut that each distinct knuckle was showing, his teary eyes full of confusion.

It was as if the slender hands were clutching Lu Xiao’s heart, twisting and tearing it so fiercely that it hurt to breathe.

Shen Ci, the person he pampered as he grew up was supposed to be protected forever and spoiled in the palm of his hand, not suffering. How could he be harmed and almost lose his life right under his eyes?

“Cold…” Shen Ci’s face was pale as paper, his whole body trembling. Yang Ning who was on the side quickly took off his cotton coat to cover Shen Ci and Min Song, who at some point had brought a towel, reached out to wrap Shen Ci’s wet hair to prevent him from catching a cold.

As it was getting to the end of the year, the weather had become abrasive.

Lu Xiao held him carefully, patting his back: “Baby, just endure a little longer, just a little bit…”

Shen Ci nodded obediently, closing his eyes obediently to regulate his breathing, frowning from time to time as he coughed a few times, spitting out water.

Lu Xiao’s heart ached, feeling as if each second were an eternity.

The loud noise of a giant propeller sounded from afar, bringing with it a gust of wind and dust.

“President Lu, the helicopter is here!” Special Assistant Min, unable to push through the crowd, shouted from the periphery.

Lu Xiao, with utmost gentleness, picked Shen Ci horizontally and walked quickly towards the helicopter, the crowd giving way conscientiously.

Bai Ziwei, having fallen into the water twice, felt even colder as the wind blew against his drenched body. He hugged himself, shivering as he watched the figure of Lu Xiao holding Shen Ci tightly as they left, gritting his teeth.

Whether it was being able to have a party in such a grand estate, being loved by everyone, or being cherished by Lu Xiao like a treasure… All these things should have been enjoyed by him, Bai Ziwei!

He regained his composure and was about to get up to stop them but was pinned in place by a glance that Lu Xiao threw back at him.

It was extremely aggressive, icy and full of murderous intent.

It was just a look, yet Bai Ziwei broke into a cold sweat, his legs giving way as he fell to the ground with a plop.

It wasn’t until the roaring of the helicopter faded away that he gradually came back to his senses from that crushing aura, completely dispirited.

No one had expected that such an incident would happen. The remaining guests sighed, terribly worried.

“Shao Jinhuan! I will kill you!” Wei Shuo’s sudden shout broke the silence as he charged at Shao Jinhuan and punched him heavily.

Shao Jinhuan stumbled back a few steps. He touched the blood at the corner of his mouth, but didn’t say anything.

Seeing that he didn’t say anything, Wei Shuo spat out even more explosive curses and swung his fists again, about to hit him when he was restrained by the tall Yang Ning who hugged him from behind: “Stop it!”

“The one you should be hitting isn’t him!”

Wei Shuo’s eyes turned red: “How is it not him! If it wasn’t for Shao Jinhuan, if it wasn’t for Bai Ziwei, Xiao Ci…..”