Chapter 1427

Zhao Desan walked a few steps toward his home, wanting to hail a taxi, but after he had already stopped one, he changed his mind. After saying sorry to the taxi driver, he turned and walked back. He didn't know why, but he always felt it was inappropriate for such a beautiful woman to go home alone after drinking, so he decided to follow her secretly and see her home or to the hospital. He had forgotten to ask today who was taking care of Zhao Da while she was out for dinner.

The reason Zheng Jie didn't let Zhao Desan see her home was because her house wasn't too far from there. But how could she have expected that shortly after parting with Zhao Desan, a black shadow would follow behind her? When she walked to a corner of the apartment complex, the black shadow finally made its move. A cry of "Ah!" was heard, followed by Zheng Jie's heartfelt voice: "Help... help me!..."

Amidst Zheng Jie's cries, the black shadow frantically snatched the small bag from her hand, pushed Zheng Jie down, and turned to run...

At this moment, Zhao Desan, who had been following, had already heard Zheng Jie's cries and was running toward them like the wind. One was desperate to save someone, the other was in a hurry to escape after committing a crime. As a result, the two desperate men happened to meet at the corner of the building. The result was predictable: the two collided head-on. Two shouts of "Ah!" and "Ouch!" were heard, and the two black shadows fell heavily to the ground. For a time, the night sky was eerily quiet, without a single sound.

At this moment, a petite black shadow was seen slowly groping its way over. This black shadow was none other than Zheng Jie. Her legs and arms had been scratched, but enduring the pain, she walked bit by bit toward the place where the loud noise had just come from. When she saw two black shadows lying on the ground, out of instinct, she ran over regardless. When she helped one of the black shadows on the ground up, she discovered it was Zhao Desan. Looking at the other black shadow still lying on the ground, ragged and barely looking human, with his hand still tightly clutching her small bag, Zheng Jie understood immediately: Zhao Desan had been injured fighting the criminal for her. She called Zhao Desan's name with tears in her eyes, the heartbreak feeling as if Zhao Desan had already passed away.

Under Zheng Jie's crying, shouting, and vigorous shaking, Zhao Desan finally let out a long breath and regained consciousness. He touched his head, opened his eyes, and looked at Zheng Jie, asking, "Sister-in-law, are you okay?" It turned out he had just been knocked unconscious by the massive impact.

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm completely fine. How about you?" Zheng Jie asked anxiously.

Zhao Desan felt himself all over and didn't feel any pain, so he sat up and said, "Sister-in-law, as long as you're okay."

"Xiao Zhao, thank you. You actually risked your life to fight the criminal for me and even subdued him," Zheng Jie said with deep affection.

Zhao Desan didn't immediately process this. He had originally wanted to save Zheng Jie, but because he was running too fast and too urgently, he had collided head-on with someone as soon as he turned the corner. At Zheng Jie's reminder, he immediately remembered the criminal. So he immediately asked, "The criminal, where is the criminal?" As he said this, he stood up and shielded Zheng Jie behind him.

This action of Zhao Desan's moved Zheng Jie deeply, and a warm current she had never felt before surged into her heart. She pointed at the black shadow still lying on the ground and said, "Look, didn't you subdue him?"

Only then did Zhao Desan look down and see the ragged criminal still lying on the ground. He couldn't help but secretly rejoice: *My god! If Zheng Jie hadn't come and woken me up first, who knows what the consequences would have been? * Thinking of this, Zhao Desan couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Zheng Jie hid timidly behind Zhao Desan,

pointing at the criminal lying on the ground and asking, "Is... is he dead?"

'Buzz'—Zhao Desan's head grew large. At Zheng Jie's reminder, he realized whether the ragged criminal lying on the ground might be dead. Driven by the urgent desire to save someone, Zhao Desan said to Zheng Jie behind him, "Quick, quick, see how he is! Is he dead or alive?"

Zhao Desan had thrown all fear to the winds; he had only one thought in his heart: to save the person quickly, otherwise he would be burdened with a murder charge. So, he rushed over in three or two steps, turned the criminal lying on the ground over, and picked him up. Immediately, a sour, foul smell assailed his nostrils.

It seemed this person was some kind of homeless person; otherwise, how could he be so foul-smelling all over? Since Zhao Desan didn't know medicine, he had no choice but to ask Zheng Jie if she knew how to wake someone up. Zheng Jie nodded. During these days in the hospital, she had also learned some first-aid knowledge. She was thinking exactly what Zhao Desan was thinking. As soon as she leaned over to check the person's condition, she was choked by the unpleasant smell and covered her face, retreating. But since she didn't know if this person was dead or alive, she covered her nose, turned her face away, and said to Zhao Desan, "Hurry up, try pinching his philtrum first."

Zhao Desan followed Zheng Jie's instructions and immediately pinched the person's philtrum. Sure enough, the trick was very effective. After a while, the person let out a 'hum' and regained consciousness. Zhao Desan said happily, "He's awake, he's woken up!"

The scantily clad homeless man, after waking up, immediately struggled to get up, but was held down by Zhao Desan. Knowing he was afraid and wanted to force himself to get up and run away, he comforted him, "Do you want to die? Don't move yet!"