Reborn As A Doomsday Villainess-Chapter 39: Being nursed by a future tyrant

Qingran didn’t argue this time. She slid into the passenger seat, shutting the door with a little more force than necessary. Feng Yizhou rounded the front of the car and got in beside her, the tension between them thick.

He started the engine, but instead of driving off immediately, he sat there, gripping the steering wheel. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable.

Qingran leaned back against the seat, watching him from the corner of her eye. "What? You’re not going to give me a lecture about how reckless I am?"

Feng Yizhou exhaled through his nose. "No point."

She raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Have you finally accepted that I do whatever I want?"

His fingers tightened on the wheel. "No. I’ve just realized that no matter how many times I tell you not to do something, you’ll go ahead and do it anyway."

Qingran smirked. "Glad you’re catching on."

Feng Yizhou shot her a sharp look, but instead of snapping back, he suddenly leaned toward her.

Qingran stiffened. "What are you—"

Before she could finish, he grabbed her wrist and pushed her sleeve up.

There was a deep bruise forming on her skin, the imprint of fingers stark against her pale wrist. Fang Moying’s grip had been stronger than she thought.

Feng Yizhou’s expression darkened. His thumb brushed over the bruise lightly, but his touch was anything but gentle. It was controlled anger, barely restrained.

Qingran tried to pull her hand back. "It’s nothing."

He didn’t let go.

His voice was quiet but sharp. "Nothing?"

Qingran’s smirk faltered.

Feng Yizhou lifted his gaze to hers, his eyes cold and hard. "If I hadn’t been there, what do you think would’ve happened?"

Qingran didn’t answer. She didn’t need to.

Feng Yizhou let go of her wrist abruptly, shoving his hand through his hair as he leaned back against the seat.

"Next time," he said, voice flat, "tell me before you pull this kind of shit."

Qingran rolled her eyes, but she didn’t argue.

Feng Yizhou glanced at her again, then started driving. The silence between them wasn’t comfortable, but it wasn’t suffocating either. It was something else—something heavier.

Qingran stared out the window, her mind replaying the events of the night. Fang Moying had made a mistake. He thought she was an easy target, someone who would just accept his rules and play along.

She’d proved him wrong.

And if he came after her again?

She smirked, fingers brushing against the hidden knife strapped to her thigh.

She’d be fucking ready.

The drive back to the hotel was quiet, but the air inside the car was anything but calm.

Qingran stretched her legs out, flexing her fingers absently as she watched the city lights blur past. Feng Yizhou was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale against the leather. He hadn’t said a word since they left the casino, but his silence was thick with anger.

She let him stew for a moment before speaking.

"Are you mad at me?" she asked, voice light.

Feng Yizhou didn’t glance her way. "No."

She snorted. "You sure?"

His grip on the wheel tightened. "I don’t get mad over reckless idiots."

Qingran smirked. "That’s not what your driving says."

The car was moving just a little too fast, the turns just a little too sharp. Not enough to be dangerous, but enough to betray his mood.

Feng Yizhou exhaled sharply, the muscle in his jaw twitching. "You were almost raped, Qingran. You think this is funny?"

Her smirk faded.

"No," she said quietly. "I don’t I think it’s funny."

Feng Yizhou finally glanced at her, his expression cold. "Then stop acting like it was nothing."

Qingran held his gaze. "I handled it. I can take care of myself."

"Handling it would’ve meant not putting yourself in that situation in the first place."

She crossed her arms. "I didn’t plan for Fang Moying to be a psycho."

"Then start planning better."

Qingran opened her mouth to argue but hesitated. He wasn’t wrong.

Feng Yizhou sighed, pressing his fingers to his temple. "Next time, tell me before you do something like this."

"You wouldn’t have let me go."

"Exactly I would have given you the money instead."

She smirked, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Control freak. I’m not your wife or your girlfriend why should you give me your money?."

Feng Yizhou shot her a sharp look but didn’t bother responding.

He knew if he want down that path, his heart might..

They pulled up to the hotel a few minutes later, and he turned off the engine. Qingran reached for the door handle, but before she could step out, his voice stopped her.

"If Fang Moying comes after you again—"

"I’ll kill him this time," she said simply.

Feng Yizhou exhaled, shaking his head. "That wasn’t what I was going to say."

Qingran raised an eyebrow. "Wasn’t it?"

His expression darkened. "You don’t have to do everything alone, Qingran."

She stilled.

Feng Yizhou held her gaze, his voice quieter now. "Next time, let me handle it or let me come along with you."

Qingran’s lips curled into a small, knowing smile. "But what’s the fun in that?"

Feng Yizhou muttered something under his breath before stepping out of the car.

Qingran followed, the night air cool against her skin. She glanced around instinctively, checking for anything out of place. The streets were quiet, but that didn’t mean they were safe.

As they walked toward the entrance, she glanced sideways at Feng Yizhou. "You’re really going to pay for Fang Moying’s hospital bills?"

Feng Yizhou scoffed. "Of course not."

Qingran grinned. "Good, continue being petty."

They stepped into the lobby, the tension between them easing just slightly.

Inside the suite, Feng Yizhou didn’t waste time. As soon as the door shut behind them, he strode toward the cabinet, pulling out the first aid kit.

Qingran sighed, rolling her shoulder. "I can do it myself."

Feng Yizhou shot her a dry look as he set the kit down on the table. "Yeah, sure." He popped open the lid and grabbed the disinfectant. "But I want to do it for you."

Qingran blinked. The words had been spoken so simply, as if he wasn’t even thinking about them. As if this was natural for him.

She hesitated. Feng Yizhou didn’t push further. He just sat down, took out the antiseptic wipes, and waited.

Qingran sighed again and walked over, dropping into the chair beside him. "Fine."

A small smirk crossed his lips, but he didn’t say anything. He just took her arm, holding it firmly but carefully, and got to work.

The room was quiet for a moment, the only sounds coming from the rustle of bandages and the soft clink of medical tools.

Then—

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