Chapter 94: The Beginning of a Clumsy Farce

"Are we just going to walk out like this?"
"Yes, just like this."

At that moment, Si Qingchen smiled faintly, gazing at the little one before him, whose face showed complete indifference. He reached out and pinched her nose.

The little one instantly protested, dodging away. Her large eyes, half-hidden behind her glasses, glared at him in annoyance. After a moment, she wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue in a mischievous face.

"Heh—what a crafty little imp!"

For a man usually so cold and stern, Si Qingchen was momentarily stunned before he finally burst out laughing.

Outside the emergency exit, Si Nan and Si Bei exchanged a glance, both opening their mouths in astonishment.

Moments later, the security door opened from inside.

Mu Qingcheng stepped out, her emotions now composed, a chill shadowing her brows and eyes as she looked toward the main entrance, eyes narrowed slightly.

As she strode forward, Si Nan and Si Bei heard Si Qingchen’s low voice instructing,

“Stay with Qingcheng. Don’t let anyone get close to her.”

“Yes, sir.”

They answered promptly and followed after her.

Si Qingchen himself did not move, his fingers rubbing together in his pocket, his mind already forming a plan.

On this side, the hospital’s entrance typically consisted of two sets of doors.

When Mu Qingcheng walked through the first set and stood in the corridor, she could clearly see the scattered reporters lingering outside. They had likely spent the entire morning without obtaining any useful information, nor had they managed to interview any staff.

Now, those journalists were idly fiddling with their equipment, glancing at the entrance from time to time.

Just then, one of them spotted Mu Qingcheng’s figure and his eyes lit up. He hurried over.

At the same time, Mu Qingcheng opened the outermost door and stepped outside.

In an instant, the previously listless reporters seemed to be injected with adrenaline, surging toward her from all directions.

In just a few seconds, they had formed a tight circle around Mu Qingcheng.

As they raised their microphones and cameras, preparing to press even closer, two imposing figures suddenly appeared behind Mu Qingcheng.

“Everyone, step back! Don’t crowd Miss Mu.”
“Back up, back up—Miss Mu can barely breathe.”

Si Nan and Si Bei were always precise in their actions, and their sudden appearance caught the reporters off guard.

Four cold, piercing eyes swept the crowd, quickly discerning who genuinely sought an interview and who harbored less than honorable intentions.

At that moment, Mu Qingcheng pretended not to notice their clumsy tricks. Her pale face looked even more bloodless under the sun, yet she forced herself to keep smiling gently, leaving not a single flaw for criticism.

She regarded the reporters, brow slightly furrowed, her voice weary and puzzled as she asked,

“Excuse me, do you gentlemen need something?”

The scene instantly erupted into chaos. The reporters vied to ask questions, their voices overlapping with similar queries:

“Miss Mu, is it true, as the rumors online suggest, that you abused your privilege and deliberately made things difficult for the hospital director?”
“Miss Mu, is it true that you rule the Mu family with an iron fist, as some say?”
“Miss Mu, could you explain why the director appears so deferential to you in those photos?”

The questions came sharp and relentless, leaving her no room to breathe.

Even though Mu Qingcheng had yet to answer a single question, the image she had so carefully maintained seemed already on the verge of crumbling.

Not far away, as Mu Qingcheng was being surrounded by reporters, a black car sped into the parking lot.

A man, seething with fury, stepped out.

But before he could reach the entrance, he saw the girl standing on the steps—suddenly, a tall man put his arm around her shoulders.