The Idol Prince is The Real Heiress

"It's too hot."

Ning Wei looked at the man next to her and realized that his condition had worsened.

His face was now red. Ning Wei reached out to touch his forehead and frowned at the man's high temperature.

Feng An Yu groaned. Ning Wei's touch was too comfortable for him. 

His body was too cold, and Ning Wei's hands were cooling.

He leaned in, wanting to feel that comfortable feeling again. However, before he could come closer, Feng An Yu was pushed away until his head hit the seat.

Feng An Yu groaned in protest. He tried to reach for that cool touch, but it felt as if he did not have the energy.

He did not notice that Ning Wei was keeping him at a distance by pressing his chest with his foot.

Fortunately, Young Master Feng's mind was unclear.

If he saw what Ning Wei had done to him, he would not hesitate to beat her.

Perhaps, staying in Y City would be difficult for a small fish like Ning Wei. 

"Brother Fu." Ning Wei met Fu Ming Shi's eyes through the rear mirror. "How long are we until we reach the hospital?" She glanced at Feng An Yu with worry. 

She did not know how long she could restrain Feng An Yu from her.

Although this man was good-looking, she was not crazy to let him take advantage of her.

Ning Wei turned to the road again. 

Her brow furrowed when she saw the car's breaking lights.

The car was still moving. But it looked like the traffic was getting worse.

"I think there's an accident ahead." Fu Ming Shi said. He tapped his finger on the phone, which was resting on the holder, to look at the traffic report. "There's going to be a delay." He met Ning Wei's eyes through the rear mirror before shifting his gaze to Feng An Yu. "How is that person?"

"Still manageable." Ning Wei's lips began to twitch when Feng An Yu struggled to get close to her.

She did not know how much longer she would be able to restrain this man. 

If they didn't get to the hospital soon, this man would suffer.

The frown on Ning Wei's face deepened as she recalled an appointment she had with Ling Shuang.

With this traffic, she didn't know when she would reach her friend's place.

Ning Wei glanced at Feng An Yu again and considered throwing him on the street.

But then, she already extended her hand to help him. It would be irresponsible to abandon him halfway.

Ning Wei heaved a sigh. She reached for her phone, deciding to text Ling Shuang that she won't be able to reach her apartment in time, when the tall man took advantage to leap on her.

"You!" 

The phone in her hand dropped to the floor.

Ning Wei looked up and realized that Feng An Yu was pinning her to the seat.

Her eyes widened in shock as she watched the man lean his face closer to her.

Not good!

"Hey!" Fu Ming Shi shouted from the front. "What are you doing? Get off her!" He extended his hand, wanting to reach for Feng An Yu and pull him away from his artist. Unfortunately, the seatbelt was restraining his movement. 

HONK!

The car behind them honked when Fu Ming Shi started to sway from left to right.

He rolled down the window only to hear the driver of the next car shouting some curses at him.

With the driver's merciless scolding, Fu Ming Shi rolled his window up again. Who would have thought that he would witness another shocking scene as he looked into the mirror?

"Xiao Wei!" Fu Ming Shi twisted his body to look at Ning Wei again. His eyes turned darker as he watched Feng An Yu rubbing his face against Ning Wei.

If a look could kill. Feng An Yu would surely be dead by now.

Fu Ming Shi was about to scold Feng An Yu again when he saw Ning Wei raise a hand and hit the man around his neck.

Just like that, Feng An Yu lay listless on top of Ning Wei.

The chaotic scene turned very quiet.

Fu Ming Shi stared at the man for a long time before he finally looked up. "Hey, Xiao Wei…"

"Hmm?" Ning Wei pushed Feng An Yu up and let him lie on the seat. The man's head was pressed against the window.

Fu Ming Shi swallowed. From a distance, it looked as if Feng An Yu had died. "You… What did you do to him? That person… Is he dead?" His heart was beating fast. "You didn't kill him, did you?"

His thoughts were running wild. 

Fu Ming Shi began to think of what he would do if Ning Wei accidentally killed this man.

Seeing that he had appeared at the club, Fu Ming Shi could tell that this man's identity was not that simple.

There were also those guys who were looking for Feng An Yu.

Fu Ming Shi wondered if they should dispose of the body somewhere else.

The river?

"Don't worry about him. He's alive."

Ning Wei's voice snapped Fu Ming Shi out of his thoughts. 

He turned again and saw Ning Wei placing a finger under Feng An Yu's nose.

"He just passed out," Ning Wei explained. "I just pressed a point on his neck to make him pass out." She leaned to Feng An Yu to show Fu Ming Shi the spot where she had pressed earlier. "He will wake up soon."

Fu Ming Shi was relieved that the man was alive. But knowing that Ning Wei could do such a trick frightened him a little bit.

"Xiao Wei." Fu Ming Shi cleared his throat. "You… where did you learn to do such a trick?"

Ning Wei chuckled. "My mom taught me."

The girl's answer silenced Fu Ming Shi.

Fu Ming Shi did not expect that Ning Wei would learn such a trick from her adoptive mother.

He had met that woman a few times and knew that Ning Wei's adoptive mother could be quite scary.

Miss Qing is someone he would not mess with.